The early summer wind, with a slight fragrance of flowers and plants, wafts between the valleys of Daoshan Mountain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Yifan put his hands on pillows, lying flat on top of an uncovered flatbed beast cart, looking at the sky. Thousands of miles of blue sky, white clouds flying, winged clan circle. Towering mountains, snow-capped and dazzling.

The sun on the face is warm and makes people sleepy. Wang Yifan stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and lightly ordered: "Go faster, it's best to rush to Wutong Town before dark." ”

Oh! The strange beast pulling the cart let out a long howl, wings grew on the side of its hooves, and the wind whistled on the soles of its feet, and it rose into the air with the flatbed cart behind it. This winged tiger beast was one of the gains that went deep into the Sword Mountain at the beginning. Because its wings are longer than the side of the hoof rather than the back, it is regarded as an outlier by Wang Yifan and has been kept in the spirit beast world as a collection.

The speeding car traveled all the way north, getting farther and farther away from the academy. Wang Yifan naturally closed his eyes and waited for the beast cart to land. The other person in the car, Jin Jing, smiled secretly, sat aside, dragged his cheeks, looked at the scenery in the distance, and was stunned. I don't know what the situation of the family is, if that person pushes again...

"Master, fifty miles ahead, there are fluctuations in the yuan force, according to the system analysis, it should be a human struggle." The voice of the blade girl's machinery suddenly sounded in her mind. Wang Yifan's face changed slightly, frowned, and lightly ordered: "Yihu, land." ”

Oh! The winged tiger beast swept its head down, quickly found a flat place, floated to the ground, and its tail touched the beast cart, unloading the bumps.

Wang Yifan opened his eyes, sat up, and said lightly: "Jin Jing, let's walk for a while, there seems to be movement ahead." Jin Jing raised her eyebrows, but she didn't doubt it, and then got off the beast cart, stood beside Wang Yifan, and watched him put the beast cart away.

"Let's go, let's join in the fun. Random tasks are rare. Wang Yifan smiled slightly, said teasingly, and took the lead in rushing out somewhere.

Jin Jing understood the first half of the sentence, Ying Ying smiled, and followed.

"Shh Wang Yifan hid behind a tall bush and stretched out his finger towards Jin Jing, who was rushing behind him. Then he brushed aside a branch and leaf, and looked intently.

In the woods, a few frothing beasts were lying crookedly, and the cargo boxes tied behind them were dumped on the ground, messy, and the strips of cloth used for wrapping them were also scarred and tattered.

Yifang Huang (qing's second voice) was reckless, naked, holding a spear and a short sword in his hand, surrounding more than a dozen strong men in gray, and several gray-clothed corpses were lying at his feet. The first big man stepped on a corpse, rubbed the blood-dipped short knife in his hand, and sneered: "Just a few people, they also want to pass through the Black Tiger Forest safely." Isn't it too indifferent to my blue-faced tiger? ”

A person in the middle of the gray clothes pushed away the guards in front of him and reprimanded loudly: "Don't talk nonsense, what do you want to do?" ”

"Hahaha, what? As a bandit, he is naturally robbing the road. The black-faced man, as if he had heard a joke, waved his hair with a knife, and laughed uncontrollably with his companions beside him.

Hey?

Wang Yifan was slightly surprised, wasn't the gray-clothed man who spoke the owner of the Spirit Tool Workshop, Wan Meteor, how could he appear here. In doubt, he didn't immediately jump out to help, but quietly observed the changes in the situation.

"Hmph, that's a good thing to say, in case we are really stupid to deliver the goods to you, I'm afraid that the next moment we will become the soul of your knife and die in the mountains." Wan Liuxing snorted coldly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said disdainfully.

"Humph! Well, this is your own death, and you can't rely on others when you go to the underworld. Kill me, brothers! The black-faced man, his face was cold, he licked the blood remaining on the knife edge, and said fiercely.

The leader spoke, and the black-faced reckless men around him obeyed, raising their knives and guns one after another, and rushed forward. In the blink of an eye, he fought with the gray-clothed guards, and the black-faced man led by him ran directly towards Wan Meteor, slashing with a sword. For a while, there was a clang, and the scene was chaotic.

The Qingshuang Sword held by Wan Liuxing in his hand, although the grade was slightly higher than the short knife in the hand of the Great Han, but his own level was only worthy of reaching the second order, and there was no ice element in his body, so he could not exert half of his power, and was only used as a sharp weapon. Wang Yifan, who was not far away, couldn't bear to look at it directly, and disliked it in his heart: Qingshuang Sword, Qingshuang Sword, if it weren't for your master and I lack money, I wouldn't have called you such a pearl to secretly invest.

The black-faced reckless man, although he does not take advantage of weapons, but he is used to living a life of licking blood from the knife on weekdays, fighting hard, with death and no life, completely attacking, regardless of defense. And the gray-clothed guard, although he is a decent martial artist, has some scruples in his heart, and the number is not large. In the struggle, it is the main thing to save your life. Therefore, these two groups of people, after just one face, they will stand tall.

The gray-clothed guards can only rely on the advantage of the sword, support hard, and blindly defend. Even, there are a few cowards who even set aside their opponents and turn their heads and run.

Wan Meteor, with great difficulty blocking the knife momentum, swept to the figure of the fleeing guard at a glance, was not angry in his heart, and scolded angrily in a low voice: "Coward!" ”

"Old immortal, fight against me, and dare to be distracted." The black-faced man, with quick eyes and quick hands, took advantage of the unpreparedness of the ten thousand meteors, drew the hem of the knife, and left a four or five inches long wound on his thigh, and immediately blood flowed.

Wan Liuxing snorted coldly, swept away the short knife with his sword, pressed the wound tightly with one hand, took a few steps back, and shouted at a middle-aged guard who was rushing left and right: "Old Chen, leave me alone, take your brothers and leave quickly!" ”

"The owner!" Lao Chen, his eyes were red, and he resisted the two reckless men with a single sword, and hurriedly replied: "Dongjia, the wind is too strong, I can't hear it!" Brothers, the owner is as kind to us as a mountain, and the fathers and elders in the family can have stability now, all thanks to the support of the owner, if you abandon it, how different from the beast! ”

The guards around him were stunned when they heard the sound, ashamed, clenched the long sword in their hands, their fighting spirit was high, and they all spoke: "Yes, what are you afraid of death, we are willing to live and die with the owner." ”

"You guys!?" Ten thousand meteors, my heart is warm, and I am about to speak. A person suddenly appeared in the forest behind him, raised his palm, and in an instant, he fell on the back of ten thousand meteors. Shocked, Lao Chen shouted: "The owner! ”

Wan Liuxing, when he heard the sound, turned around, and was about to raise his sword, but saw a familiar face appear in front of him, and exclaimed: "Brother Yifan!" As frequent visitors to the spiritual workshop, the two are familiar with each other.

"Boss Wan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late, are you okay?" Wang Yifan withdrew the Yuan Li in his hand, arched his hand, and said with a smile.

"Huh?" Wan Liuxing was slightly stunned, lifted the torn strip of cloth on his leg, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the injury had been completely gone, except for the remaining blood stains, there was not a trace of wounds. was grateful in his heart, and he was about to kneel down to thank him, but he was pulled by Wang Yifan.

"Eh, Boss Wan, don't be so polite, everyone is a friend, wait for me to help you solve the bandits here, let's get back together." As he spoke, Wang Yifan passed the long sword in the hand of Wan Meteor, turned into an afterimage, and attacked out!

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