Flute, yellow sand, cold wind, cold moon.

This is all the night in the border village, almost all the beggar gang disciples who had just drunk happily around the bonfire fell asleep, only the Qiao gang leader and the more powerful Elder Song were still conscious.

Qin Changfeng and Xuzhu, the two monks who used tea instead of wine, were naturally not drunk.

Qiao Feng pointed to the Yipintang officer who was tied to the stake and said, "Senior Brother Huiyu, I don't know why you insist on leaving the life of this Western Xia Tartar?" ”

In fact, Xuan Ku once had a strict order for him not to reveal his relationship with Shaolin, but since he had already been told by Qin Changfeng as soon as they met, he naturally didn't need to hide it anymore.

Qin Changfeng glanced at it lightly, and saw that the elders of the beggar gang and Xuzhu were looking at him, so he smiled and said, "The poor monk is ready to wipe out the Xixia Yipintang through him!" ”

"What?" When everyone heard this, they were all shocked.

Elder Song even opened his mouth and asked, "I don't know what the master's plan is?" ”

Qin Changfeng shook his head lightly, "It's not time yet, this matter can't be done overnight, if someone sends a letter to your faction to ambush Yipintang in four or five years, it should be the success of the plan of the poor monks." ”

"Senior brother wants to infiltrate Yipintang in disguise?" Qiao Feng said in a deep voice.

Qin Changfeng smiled, "Senior brother is really like a candle." ”

Elder Song's expression was awe-inspiring, "Does the master know that Yipintang is a place where Western Xia masters gather, which is no different from the Longtan Tiger's Den?" ”

Qin Changfeng said calmly: "The poor monk came out of Shaolin and traveled all the way west, and he has also seen the so-called masters of the rivers and lakes, but it is difficult to have an enemy. I may not be able to hide in the Longtan Tiger's Den in Yipintang, but if I want to leave, who can stop the Western Xia barbarian? ”

At this time, looking at this indifferent young monk, everyone was speechless to persuade him.

What to say, monk, are you too confident?

In fact, although self-confidence, it is not true, let alone arrogant.

The Vajra in the late stage of the eighth layer is not bad, plus the fourth-level flying arrows, the second-level Sumeru Mountain palm power and the phase breakthrough, if he wants to leave, even if Li Qiushui is in front of him, he may not be able to stop him, if he waits until the Divine Heavenly Punishment is cooled down, he will be annoyed and he can still fight back to the limit.

After all, in this world, who has ever seen Thunder Tianwei?

I'm scared to death!

At this time, Qin Changfeng showed a stunned look and continued: "The poor monk has been going up the mountain since he was a child, and he has been practicing penance in Shaolin for more than ten years. However, the hardships of the people and the tragic disasters of the soldiers seen along the way really made the poor monks feel uneasy. I often think that my generation practiced martial arts, so what's the matter? It wasn't until today's sudden epiphany that there was an answer. ”

Several people who were still awake nearby suddenly looked solemn, and even Xuzhu, who had never dared to interject, couldn't help but say, "Why? ”

Qin Changfeng smiled leisurely if the Buddha held flowers: "According to the humble opinion of the poor monks, the little ones of chivalry, the road is uneven, and they help people in distress; Those who are chivalrous will be chivalrous and righteous, punish evil and promote good; The great man of chivalry, the heart of the common people, for the country and the people! With this insight, after seeing the Xixia Yipintang Tartar forcibly murdered him today, he had the previous idea. ”

When he said this, Qin Changfeng showed his acting skills at the bottom of the box, so these words were sincere and sincere, and everyone was moved when they heard it, especially when they saw Qin Changfeng's calmness despite the fact that thousands of people were going to me, they couldn't help but be in awe.

Qiao's gang leader, who is famous for his generosity and heroism, all sighed: "After listening to my junior brother's words today, I only feel that this life is suddenly enlightened and there is no more obstacles, even if it is worth living ten years less." ”

"Senior brother praised falsely", Qin Changfeng said calmly at this time: "A monk can't love Hongchen for a long time, the poor monk asked the master for permission to go down the mountain to experience this time, and he must return to the mountain for three or five years at most. ”

Acting and acting, Qin Changfeng showed a sad and compassionate look on his face, he really entered the play, and how much other people felt can be imagined...... The phrase "the great man of chivalry" for the country and the people appeared for the first time, and the shock it brought to people was incomparable.

Elder Song stood up and arched his hand: "Master Gaoyi, he is really a model for my generation......"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly coughed loudly, followed by severe pain in his eyes, he couldn't open his eyes, tears poured out endlessly, and then his hands and feet were sore, and most of his strength was gone.

At this time, Xuzhu shouted: "It's not good, there's something in my eyes, I can't open my eyes." ”

Even the beggar disciples who had fallen asleep suddenly woke up, their eyes tingling, tears flowing, and they couldn't open their eyes, and the disciples who were keeping vigil had already shouted loudly.

This military village hidden in the border valley is actually just an abandoned garrison of the border army, so there are only dozens of beggar disciples who spend the night here tonight, so the discipline of the Hanako is limited, and it has already become a mess at this time.

But when I heard the sound of "coo" and "ah-yo", the beggars fell to the ground one after another.

Qin Changfeng also had the same symptoms as everyone else, and hurriedly checked the rank log, only to see that the latest prompt was written.

"Hint: Trialist No. 333, you have been poisoned by the Sorrowful Breeze, and you have entered a weak state within half an hour, your basic attack, defense, and physical strength have decreased by 60%, and your internal strength has been sealed by 60%, and this state is against the priority level 4!"

Sad and crisp breeze, is a colorless and odorless poisonous gas, is to collect the poison in the Xixia Snow Mountain Joy Valley to make water, usually in the bottle, when using, pull out the cork, the poisonous water vapor comes out, it is like a breeze blowing the body, no matter how clever you are, you can't detect it, wait until the eyes are stinging, and the poisonous gas has rushed into the mind. After poisoning, tears rained down, calling it "sadness"; The whole body cannot move, which is called "crisp"; The poisonous gas is colorless and odorless, and it is called "fresh breeze".

In the original plot, this thing originally appeared for the first time in the apricot forest four or five years later, and captured all the elders and disciples of the beggar gang without much effort.

But now it has appeared in advance!

After Qin Changfeng took a deep breath, he couldn't help but look at the Western Xia officer who was tied to the pillar, the reason for the accident was probably that he had grabbed this big nose...... Could it be that he is really an important person?

Since returning to the military village, he has not had time to interrogate, so Qin Changfeng still does not know his identity.

The toxicity of this sad breeze is obviously extremely domineering, and although Qiao Feng, who has profound skills, is still struggling to support it, his body has also begun to fall involuntarily.

Only Qin Changfeng was slightly better, due to the trialist's physique, although his state was also greatly suppressed, he still retained a certain amount of combat power.

At the same time, the horns whined not far away in the dark night, followed by the faint sound of the hooves of a large herd of horses coming from miles away.

Seeing the sound of horses' hooves approaching, by the moonlight, you can see the black pressure on a piece of human heads, only afraid of no less than hundreds, standing outside the gate of the village less than half a zhang high, murderous.

Elder Song's face changed drastically, "It's not good, it must be the Xixia people who poisoned us first, and then killed us with a large army, we can't do it now, don't we want to let them slaughter?" ”

Qiao Feng, the leader of the gang, said with an awe-inspiring expression: "Elder Song took all the brothers and Shaolin friends to hide in the cave behind first, and I will stop the Tartars here." ”

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he stumbled and almost fell...... Manpower is sometimes poor, let you be a hero, once poisoned, it is like being tied hand and foot, and it is difficult to display monstrous skills.

Qin Changfeng stood up at this time, and said while slowly walking towards the gate of the wall: "You retreat into the cave, the entrance of the cave ...... The poor monk guards alone. ”

"What?" The beggar disciples were stunned.

"Uncle Shi, you ......" Xuzhu looked frightened.

"By the way......" The monk suddenly paused, and everyone thought he had figured it out, but he said, "Help me bring that captive with me, it's a big fish." ”

After speaking, the monk's shoes rustled on the yellow sand and continued to move forward.

Everyone looked at his back, even if there were a thousand words at this moment, there was no chance to say more, because the monk was already standing at the gate of the military village, under the cold moon and cold light, four hundred horses' hooves were restless, and a hundred steel knives were unsheathed!

The commander of the Western Xia army was a strong man carrying a spear, and in the dark moonlight, like an iron tower, the spear waved, and sneered: "Monk, you Han people have an idiom called the mantis arm as a car, you know?" ”

The monk clasped his hands together and said nothing.

"Pretend to be a ghost and shoot him to death!"

The tower man roared, and dozens of arrows immediately fired.

The monk seemed to die calmly, allowing the sharp arrow to come to him.

Poof! A blood flower splattered.

The monk said lightly: "Seventy ......"

Poof...... Two blood flowers.

"Two hundred and three ......"

"Five Hundred ......"

Bloodflower ......

"A thousand!"

When the last number came out, he suddenly raised his head, like an angry lion waking up from a deep sleep!

"Vajra Protector is passively triggered, and all negative status effects are removed...... Fight priority level 7, weak poison is lifted, and attributes return! ”

"The power of demon subjugation is on, and the basic attack, defense, and health are increased by 50%!"

"Taking Divine Blood, the five basic attributes of basic attack, defense, life, and spirit are increased by 20%, the health recovery speed is increased by 3 times, and the energy recovery speed is increased by 3 times......"

The moment Qin Changfeng drank the blood vial and pulled out the long arrow in front of him, a monstrous momentum erupted from his seemingly thin body.

In the dark night, his monk's clothes flew and the hem of his clothes hunted and hunted.

Seeing this, the big man of the iron tower gave birth to a strong sense of crisis, and the monk suddenly gave him a feeling that he was not human, and he beat his horse and galloped forward in fear, and at the same time the iron spear in his hand blasted out like a poisonous dragon drill.

When the tip of the spear came to the feeling of really touching the flesh and blood, the big man was sure in his heart.

However, the next moment, when there was a bang, the iron spear seemed to hit the bronze bell, and it didn't even make an inch!

The face of the big man of the iron tower changed drastically, and he was about to abandon his spear and leave without the slightest hesitation.

But the monk had already pressed the horse's head with one hand, and pressed it hard, and the strong war horse immediately fell to its knees with a bend of its front legs!

Qin Changfeng raised his other hand, shook it in the void, and then gently pushed it forward.

With a snap, the strong man was slapped more than ten meters away, and his head exploded into paste in the air.

A large pool of red and white things was sprinkled on Qin Changfeng's white monk's robe.

"The Han people also have an idiom called grasshopper shaking the tree."

The monk remained expressionless, just looking up at the remaining Western Xia warriors.

"Kill!"

A pair of snow-white slender palms stretched out, tearing a Western Xia warrior directly from his chest.

In the dark night, the blood is flowing, and the monks are demons.