Ambitious in the chest, facing the wind. The 'Tiger Immortal', who wanted to achieve something great, stood on a high post next to the official road and looked down on the vastness, with excitement in his heart.

'Hu Daxian's real name is Hu, and he was originally a performer who ran the rivers and lakes, and he couldn't get rid of his gangsterism. He has good bones, and he has awakened the true yuan. He doesn't have enough knowledge, his cultivation path is not smooth, and all the techniques are his own blind thinking, but he also gives people the illusion of being talented and intelligent, and becoming an independent talent.

Although he is over forty years old now, he is still ambitious and ambitious. For this reason, he is a good person to make friends, and he can mix well among the low-level monks.

Today, in order to eat Zhou Qingfeng's big fat sheep, 'Tiger Daxian' spent a lot of effort to talk about it, and he was kidnapped and deceived and brought more than a dozen fellow monks. The cultivation of these people ranges from the second to the fourth layer of qi and blood, and they are also greedy like 'Tiger Daxian', and they are desperate to make money.

From the high generals gathering many bandits, to the 'Tiger Daxian' joining after hearing the news, and finally the repeated battles on this official road, many situations have exceeded the 'Tiger Daxian's estimate. In particular, more than a dozen bandits and gangsters joined forces and gathered nearly 2,000 men and horses to attack, but they were collapsed on the spot by Zhou Qingfeng's slight tricks.

Grandma is a bear, hasn't the kid on the other side always liked to be tough? Yesterday he was still stunned, why did he learn to play tricks today?

'Tiger Daxian' was sitting on a high post next to the official road, and he couldn't see Xu Bing who was riding a giant wolf to lure the enemy, but he could see the army of bandits rushing out to pick up cheap ones. Seeing those fools running forward as if they were about to rush to be reincarnated, he realized that it was not good—the bandits were indeed outnumbered, and they could make these weak scum run a few hundred meters in a hurry, and they would all be half tired and half dead.

The follow-up situation can be said to be unexpected, the swarming bandits pulled out a mile back and forth, and the group that ran in front quickly got tired and could only sit on the ground, and the back hung a string of tails and did not keep up. Then ......, it was counterattacked.

Watching Zhou Qingfeng lead the team to rush and kill, invincible, 'Tiger Daxian' shouted angrily in Gaogang. Those stupid bandits didn't serve the purpose of consuming Zhou Qingfeng at all, but instead consumed themselves.

Giant wolves, talismans, military formations, neat spear teams, and a large group of dung fork farmers behind, 'Tiger Daxian' felt that if he didn't make a move, this trip would be a complete ruin. Thinking of this, he couldn't hesitate, so he could only take more than a dozen fox friends and dog friends to mix in the subordinates of the general manager, and the target was Zhou Qingfeng, who commanded in front of the formation.

As long as you kill this kid, everything else is easy to say.

But when the team waiting for the sneak attack approached fifty meters, the kid on the opposite side suddenly became alert. He grabbed a strange-looking strongbow and shot arrows, three powerful arrows in a row—for an ordinary strongbow, fifty meters is considered a medium distance, and the power of the arrows has begun to wane. But Zhou Qingfeng's three arrows are very scary.

'Tiger Daxian' hid behind the two Pu Dao men, both with a meat shield and a view of the situation ahead. But as soon as the arrow from the opposite side was launched, it actually pierced the two people in front of him in one go. The two Pu Dao hands screamed like a string of blood gourds, struggling with each other and falling, exposing the 'Tiger Immortal' hiding behind.

When the arrow with spiritual power pierced the neck of the second Pu Dao Shou, 'Tiger Daxian' almost frightened stupid, but after the great fear, he exploded into anger - he went crazy because he was afraid of death. The battlefield is not a training ground, and some people will perform abnormally, and some people will perform abnormally, all of which are greatly stimulated psychologically.

Zhou Qingfeng fired three arrows in succession, and shot down the four people opposite in one go. With such a strong bow, how can the opposite Pak knife hand not be afraid? They were just wearing ordinary fat jackets, and they couldn't guard against it at all, so they fled one after another under heavy pressure. The more than a dozen monks who were under their cover immediately revealed their true identities.

At this point, the 'Tiger Immortal' simply threw out several talisman seals, and sacrificed several magic weapons that he was reluctant to use at the same time, "Brothers, don't keep your hands." Destroy that boy, and we will be rich. This kid alone is worth a lot of money in the west of Fushun City. ”

The lack of magic is that the attack distance is only within ten or twenty meters, even if it is as strong as Chu Ying. 'Tiger Daxian' and the others were still a long distance away from Zhou Qingfeng, and the talisman magic weapons they used were all defensive and accelerated, intending to get close to Zhou Qingfeng and beat Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng was naturally not afraid, and immediately rose to the challenge...... turned around and ran.

The puppet wolf made an arc on the official road, always keeping a distance of twenty or thirty meters from the 'Tiger Daxian' group. Zhou Qingfeng began to pull the kite with an appetite, and there was no way to shoot arrows on the undulating wolf's back, but he would occasionally stop and shoot a steady arrow, and if he couldn't shoot through the opponent's defense, it could also make the 'Tiger Daxian' and others furious.

'Tiger Daxian' and the others were also equipped with divine talismans, and they ran and raised bursts of dust, but they couldn't catch up with Zhou Qingfeng, who was riding a wolf. After circling in circles for half a day, a monk was really angry, he didn't know what magic weapon he had refined, he actually accelerated several times in one breath, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to Zhou Qingfeng, and shouted: "Boy, take your life!" ”

A copper bowl rose in the wind, as if it had a thousand weights, and it flew high and buckled head-on, like a dark cloud falling, about to press Zhou Qingfeng and the wolf below. As soon as they saw their companions, 'Tiger Daxian' and others all applauded, and the copper bowl they all knew was a very powerful three-grade magic weapon.

The copper bowl was approaching, and the mouth of the bowl also had a strong suction force, restricting Zhou Qingfeng from escaping. Under this suction, the speed of the puppet wolf is also greatly reduced, and it is about to be detained.

When Zhou Qingfeng saw the enemy suddenly approaching, he already knew that something was wrong. Seeing the bronze bowl flying, he immediately threw the statue of the Heroic Spirit. Smoke rose on the spot, and the heavily armored black warrior rushed out with his sword raised.

The monk who threw out the bronze bowl saw that Zhou Qingfeng had become sluggish and was about to be killed by his own trick. But he himself was too close to Zhou Qingfeng, who knew that suddenly there was a dark guy in front of him, and he was naturally distracted in terms of control.

The black warrior didn't care so much, and the powerful sword slashed vertically, slashing at the neck of the bronze bowl monk without any fancy skills. The neck was gray-white with a loud bang, and a little ash debris burst out, which was a sign that the powerful Vajra talisman had broken the defense. The black warrior raised his sword again, and the bronze bowl monk had already fallen with the power of his slash, and raised his hand to sacrifice another jade plaque.

The jade plaque suddenly swelled and protected most of the bronze bowl monk's body, and the black warrior's big sword slashed viciously on it. One split is not broken, the second split is broken, and this jade magic weapon can only resist two times - the power of the musculoskeletal monks is here, they are too fast, and the power of each spiritual power swing is no worse than the spell. Once the Qi and Blood Cultivators were close to them, it would be difficult to get rid of them.

The jade plaque was shattered, but the bronze bowl monk below had a chance to escape. With the blessing of the Divine Talisman, he avoided a few meters away for a breath. The 'Tiger Daxian' and others behind also hurried up to protect him and give him a chance to breathe. But the monk was almost alive but cried out in grief: "My bronze bowl." ”

That bronze bowl is worth a lot of money, and it seems that Zhou Qingfeng is going to be detained, but there is no master to control it. It fell down after a few spins in mid-air, and was caught casually by Zhou Qingfeng. Zhou Qingfeng liked this white bowl very much, and opened his mouth to shout: "Thank you." What treasures do you have, just use them, you won't have a chance later. ”

Zhou Qingfeng rode away on a wolf, and the black warrior followed closely. The 'Tiger Immortal' on the opposite side saw that it was not a way to chase after him like this, and he immediately shouted: "Fellow Daoists, don't hide your secrets anymore." I have a 'shrink the ground into inches' talisman, and I'll move it over later, and everyone will make their own tricks to kill that kid. ”

As he spoke, a talisman seal in the hand of the 'Tiger Great Immortal' had burned out. The figures of a dozen people around him immediately became translucent, as if shrouded in a layer of ripples. Everyone was originally rushing in pursuit, and the effect of this talisman was to shorten the distance between them and their opponents in an instant, and a large group of people suddenly faced Zhou Qingfeng face to face as soon as they took a step.

'Tiger Daxian' didn't care about feeling sorry for the four-grade talisman seal he bought at a great price, and when he saw Zhou Qingfeng in front of him, he immediately roared angrily: "Make a move to destroy him." ”

More than a dozen monks also knew that the opportunity could not be lost, and if it was lost, it would not come again, and there was lightning and thunder in their hands, and the light and flames were great. Especially the one who had just lost the bronze bowl was even more angry, and he really used his trick of pressing the bottom of the box, desperately trying to kill Zhou Qingfeng and take back the lost magic weapon 'bronze bowl'.

Flames, lightning, golden spears, sour water, green wood, all kinds of chaotic spells blasted towards Zhou Qingfeng. He couldn't hide, and the place he was standing was soon covered by all kinds of incomparably gorgeous light and shadow effects, and the scene rose from the scene with explosive smoke and dust, blue electric light and rotten green venom intertwined. The rumbling sound was deafening, and even a stubborn stone inside was about to be torn apart.

Facing this scene, Xu Bing's heart in the distance tightened. Tan Feng, who was nearby, was stunned. Goofy's flat fur rushed down. The onlookers from near and far cried out in pain. Only the 'Tiger Immortal' at the scene was still shouting desperately in a hoarse voice: "Bomb him, bomb him, don't stop, fellow Daoists, don't stop!" ”

All kinds of spells bombarded seven or eight rounds, and more than a dozen monks hated in their hearts, wanting to torture and kill this kid who teased them into slag and tear them apart. They used fifty or sixty spells back and forth, and they had to blast off several layers of the ground. It wasn't until the smoke was enveloped and filled that they gasped for breath and stopped slightly.

It's also a bit tiring to put so many spells in one go.

"Are you dead? Dead? "The monk who lost the bowl was most concerned, and he still had a golden dart in his hand at the moment, ready to make up for it. Seeing that the smoke was shrouded, he was afraid that his bronze bowl would be robbed by others, so he hurriedly stepped forward to touch the corpse.

'Hu Daxian' and the others were more careful, and a group of people were standing on the periphery waiting for a movement. The monk who had lost his bowl walked into the smoke and dust and kept shouting, 'Dead?' to vent his fear and anger in his heart. But the man shouted a few words, and suddenly there was a muffled bang, as if he had been hit in the head, and then he was silent.

'Tiger Daxian' was waiting for the smoke and dust to clear, and when he heard that there was no movement inside, he couldn't help but shout: "Fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist, have you found that kid's body?" If you find it, you can't swallow it silently, otherwise the other brothers won't agree. ”

The smoke and dust were still silent, but they were slowly dissipating. Vaguely, a tall figure stood inside, looking at the well-armored, burly and tall figure, it was the black warrior who had been following Zhou Qingfeng's side.

'Tiger Daxian' and the others hurriedly became vigilant, and then saw that there was a person lying at the feet of the black warrior, could it be the benevolent brother who had just gone in and wanted to touch the corpse? Behind the black warrior, an even hazy and terrifying figure stood out, and a proud young man shouted, "Are you cool enough?" It's my turn when it's enough! ”