Deep in the dense forest, Zhang San released the carrier pigeon, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the task was finally completed.

He turned to leave, and was shocked to find a figure standing out in front of him.

The figure stood as tall as a javelin, holding an eyebrow-high stick in his hand, standing as solemn as a statue.

It's just that the eyes of this statue are flashing in the dark, and the sharp gaze is like two sharp blades, piercing into the depths of Zhang San's soul.

Zhang San exclaimed, turned around and ran away.

Who knew that he had just run two steps, and the black shadow appeared strangely in front of him, blocking the way.

Zhang San trembled, knelt on the ground with a puff, kowtowed vigorously and said, "A good man spares his life, I say, I will say everything!"

Silence and silence.

For several days, with the assistance of the warrior monks of Tangmen Temple, he went around chasing down the injured witch.

The witch degenerated into a female thief who stole the property of a large family, which made Wuzhen feel very disappointed and disappointed.

The proud daughter of the sky who has not been born in the uncovered domain for three hundred years, how can my unscrupulous opponent be a thief?

Today, he received a report from the warrior monk of Tangmen Temple, saying that he found the witch's whereabouts near the city gate, so he rushed to take a look, not wanting to run into Zhang San's carrier pigeon.

Zhang San knew this, and poured beans generally: "It's the big boss, and the big boss wants to attack Ye Changsheng, so let the little one monitor here, and once he finds that Ye Changsheng is out of the city, he will immediately notify the cottage." ”

Ye Changsheng?

Wuzhen was surprised for a moment, and asked indifferently, "Where are you going to start?"

Zhang San kowtowed in fear: "The little one doesn't know, the little one is just a messenger!"

"Where is your cottage?"

"Crouching Tiger Mountain. ”

Wuzhen stretched out his finger and gently poked it on Zhang San's forehead.

Zhang San fell to the ground and fainted.

"Ye Changsheng, the little monk didn't want to meddle in things, but you still have to repair the stick for the little monk. Wu Zhen sighed helplessly, and his figure soared into the sky and disappeared into the night sky.

When the bright moon was in the sky, he chased to a three-way intersection and had to stop.

Thinking about it, he looked at the vast mountains with blazing eyes.

Sixty miles south of Lu'an City, among the mountains, a mountain peak resembles a crouching tiger, crawling in the night.

On the top of the mountain, there are faint lights.

Outside the Zhongyi Hall, a thief hurriedly walked into the hall and said to the old man with Huafa on the tiger skin chair: "The big boss, I just received the Zhang San Express that Ye Changsheng is out of the city!"

The big boss of Crouching Tiger Village, Gao Jinhu, with a gleam in his eyes, put down his wine glass.

A young man in the second seat stood up suddenly, with an excited face, and arched his hand: "Senior senior, without further ado, let's go down the mountain, rush to ambush them in Jiaqiu before dawn!"

Gao Jinhu squinted his eyes and smiled: "Brother Zhou, you said, Ye Changsheng really carried more than 100,000 taels of silver with him, as well as two Lingwu-level weapons?"

Zhou Lei gritted his teeth and said: "It's not wrong, Ye Changsheng has received a lot of orders in Liuhe City. Everywhere he went, he carried a crossbow and a dagger with him, the crossbow was called Destroying the Heart, and the dagger was called the Black Dragon!"

Heartbreaker, Black Dragon?

The burning heat in Gao Jinhu's eyes flashed, and he confirmed again: "The money and weapons belong to the old man, and the people belong to you?"

Zhou Lei stroked the whip marks on his face that had not yet healed, and said fiercely: "I don't want anything, just his people!"

Gao Jinhu laughed, got up and shouted: "Sons, follow me down the mountain and catch the fat sheep!"

In the middle of the night, the moon is bright and the stars are thin.

The mountain gate of Crouching Tiger Village is closed, and the stone wall as high as three meters is thick and solid, sealing the only mountain road up the mountain.

There were two corner towers on the stone wall, and a few thieves were squatting in the corner towers, looking out through the battlements.

"Captain, I just saw it, there are really people. ”

"There's a ghost, what's the matter, why didn't Lao Tzu see it. ”

"Look, look, it's there again!" the little thief screamed, sticking his finger out of the battlement.

Sure enough, a dark shadow appeared in the night, and walked along the mountain road towards the gate unhurriedly.

With a whoosh, a rocket flew out of the battlement and landed on the ground.

The bandits on the stone wall of the corner tower stood up one after another, their eyes widened, and they watched the black shadow, which was gradually illuminated by the firelight.

Is it a monk, a monk who is barefoot but not bald?

Why did the monk come here in the middle of the night, still carrying a stick, asking for food?

The captain of the bandit squad on duty at night looked left and right and saw that there was only one monk, and he couldn't help but feel relieved, stepped on the wall with one foot, and shouted fiercely: "Who is in front of you, dare to break into my Crouching Tiger Village at night?"

Hunting in white, holding a coiling dragon stick without recklessness, he looked down at the rocket under his feet, and looked up at the gate of the cottage more than ten meters away.

"This is Crouching Tiger Village. The sound was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the bandits.

The thieves burst out laughing, and the squad leader scolded angrily: "Get out of here, I've provoked Lao Tzu and stewed you!"

The light in Wuxuan's eyes flashed, and the dragon stick slammed to the ground, and his body rose to the sky.

In mid-air, he held the coiling dragon stick in both hands and smashed it down.

The seven or eight thieves on the stone wall tilted their heads and opened their mouths wide as they watched the figure descend from the sky.

The inconspicuous stick quickly dilated in their pupils, as if it had become an optimus pillar, with a violent and incomparable momentum, and it was pressed down on the head.

"Boom!"

The three-meter-high stone wall and wooden door burst and were razed to the ground!

Billowing smoke and dust rolled up from Wuzhen's side, and shattered stones fell.

Barefoot, he strode through the ruins and fragmented corpses.

Bang bang!

The two bandits who tried to sneak attack Wufu were directly swept into the sky by sticks, and a long scream pierced the night sky.

On the square in front of the Zhongyi Hall, dozens of bandits held sharp blades in their hands, forming a semicircle, looking at the coming Wuyi in horror.

A tall man stepped forward, hugged his fists and said: "Feng Dahai, the second master of the Crouching Tiger Village, dare to ask the mage, why did you destroy my mountain gate and kill my subordinates?!"

In the final analysis, they are just a group of bandits who rob homes and houses, and although they have a bit of cultivation, they have nothing to do with the cultivation world at all.

The monk in front of them is not something they can afford to provoke.

"Are you the second master?" Wuxuan frowned slightly, "What about the big boss?"

Feng Dahai's heart trembled, and he said without moving: "The big boss is not here, if you have anything to say, the mage can tell me." ”

Wuzhen looked up at the gradually brightening sky, and shook his head helplessly, it would be too late for him to save people.

Wu Xuping raised the stick, held the ends, and bent it into a bow.

"Boom!"

The coiling dragon stick suddenly shattered, and one hundred and eight Vajra Bodhi seeds, with golden light, flashed and flew forward overwhelmingly.

There was a bang.

Dozens of bandits shattered their bones and burst into a cloud of blood mist!

The square was empty.

In the floating blood, there was only a deformed sword, scattered on the ground.

The white palm of the innocent hand reached forward, and 180 blood-stained Vajra Bodhi seeds flew back in a circle, reconnected into a stick, and fell into his hand.

The eighteenth Vajra Bodhi seed, the twenty-seventh petal, reveals a bright blood light.

The next moment, the nineteenth Vajra Bodhi seed shines brightly.

With his stick in his arms, he saluted to the misty blood mist, turned and strode away.

Everything is due to karma, Ye Changsheng, you ask for more blessings.