Chapter 13: The Siege

Yang Peng lay on the bed and continued to draw circles with his two thumbs, "How does this instrument man look like an old profiteer, and he is really Tem's traitor! Two bottles of ancient beast blood, two elixirs, where can I get them!"

Ancient beast blood and elixir are all things that practitioners dream of.

Ancient beast blood can improve or even enhance the physique and bloodline of the spirit refining in the body, so that the practitioner can obtain more powerful strength and a more powerful inheritance, while the elixir can enhance the quality of the true qi in the practitioner's body, helping the practitioner to break through the realm.

Of course, these two things are the same as the ancient qi of the desolation, they cannot be taken directly, and they need to be refined slowly.

But that doesn't stop them from being valuable cultivation materials!

Even the patriarch didn't have either of those things. Of course, if he didn't return the space ring to Chen'er, he could easily take it out.

"He also said that he had reduced the price by at least half of the price!" Yang Peng sat up, "When I get my hands on the things, I find that the desolate and ancient atmosphere is not what he said at all, see if I don't smash his big black palace! Hmph, dare to pit me, and don't look at who I am!"

Yang Peng said, jumped out of bed, and walked out the door.

Although the sun has set, the Yang people's residential area is still noisy. Although the Secluded Spring-Seeking Beast only swept a corner of the Yang Clan's residential area with its big claws, it also destroyed hundreds of wooden houses.

That's enough for the patriarch and the clansmen to work for a while.

Yang Peng was afraid that he would be seen by Yang Tianhao, so he stopped and reprimanded, and trotted out of the Yang family's residential area along the secluded place like a thief, and then walked back to the front of the artifact workshop.

"Here, that kid is here!"

A shout, "Hula!" six teenagers surrounded him.

Yang Peng looked up and smiled, then shook his head again and did not speak. But the meaning is very clear, and it is a bunch of self-defeating goods.

These six teenagers are all children of the Xiao family, and they surrounded Yang Peng naturally to avenge Xiao Ding.

"Come together, or alone?" Yang Peng clenched his fist.

"Let's do this kid together!" shouted as the six weapons were raised together.

Obviously, they want to beat Yang Peng in groups!

Among the six weapons were three iron clubs, a long sword, and a machete. Another figure took a step back, holding an iron-tired bow in his hand.

Xiao Zhenshan, the patriarch of the Xiao family, made sticks, so most of the young juniors also made sticks.

It wasn't that they had to follow their patriarch to make sticks. The human race lacks exercises and combat skills. Below the Spirit Condensation Realm, there is no internal spirit refining to help fight, so what should I do?

As a result, some big clans with strong people, those strong people will "self-create" some exercises and combat skills suitable for practitioners below the Spirit Condensation Realm to practice and fight.

For example, Xiao Zhenshan, he has already touched the existence of the extreme realm of the cultivator level. He has almost exhausted the bloodline inheritance of the spirit refining in his body. So he created a set of stick methods according to the inheritance, which was used by the young juniors in the clan to use as fighting skills.

Therefore, most of the young children of the Xiao family are sticks.

After the soul is infused, these teenagers will re-decide their cultivation direction and what weapons to use according to the bloodline inheritance of the spirit refining in their bodies.

Before Yang Peng was trapped in the Ethereal Ancient Road, he also used a gun, which had something to do with the patriarch Yang Tianhao's use of guns. It was only after coming out of the ethereal ancient road that he practiced the forty-eight-style "Forging and Hammer Carrying Method" before he threw away the gun in his hand.

But there are no other weapons, and when fighting, you can only condense the air hammer to fight.

However, the qi soldiers are naturally inferior in strength compared to the actual soldiers.

It is not difficult to understand that the materials used in physical weapons have a powerful side in themselves. For example, the knife made of iron is hard and sharp, and with the urging of the true qi in the practitioner's body and the infusion of spiritual refining power, the sum of the numbers is naturally better than that of a simple qi soldier.

There are even legends that high-level weapons can increase combat power, making combat power increase by a great level!

Of course, it is not absolute, the quality of the true qi in your body is strong, much more than the opponent, and you can also use your true power to break the opponent's weapon.

For example, Yang Peng's battle against Deputy Commander Tong was not so much that the colorful sledgehammer he condensed severely damaged Deputy Commander Tong's spirit refining and broke the broadsword, but that he infused the true qi in his body with the ancient qi of the desolation!

Yang Peng swept his eyes coldly, and from the weapons used by the other party, he roughly judged the realm cultivation of these six people.

The three people who make the stick are at most similar to his realm, and the two who make the sword and the sword may be higher than him in the realm.

The biggest variable is that the archer cannot determine the realm from the weapon.

But it won't be that high.

There are many children in the Xiao family, but there are not many outstanding ones. Like Xiao Ding, he is already one of the strongest among the children of the Xiao family. If the shooter is really outstanding, it is impossible for Yang Peng not to know.

However, since it can pull the iron tire bow, it must be good in strength.

"Knock down those sticks first!" Yang Peng came up with his own tactics through the observation of the opponent's use of weapons.

So, as soon as his body moved, he went to one of the messengers.

As he went, he raised his palm and clenched his palm into a fist, "Hum!" An air hammer wrapped the fist. The air hammer was transparent, and the light rippled on it, as if he had put a hammer-shaped fist on his fist.

The air hammer went straight to the door of the opposite side.

"Humph!"

Seeing Yang Peng coming straight to him, the stick bearer snorted coldly, and did not engage in battle, but dragged the stick and left.

"Gangfeng Empowerment!"

"Wrap a jade belt around your waist!"

Two loud shouts, but the two stickers next to them were holding the iron stick in their hands, one smashed down from above, with a strong wind, smashed towards Yang Peng's heavenly spirit, and the other swept the big stick, swept out a horse training, and went straight to Yang Peng's waist.

"Ahh

He knew that now he couldn't change the target of the attack, let alone dodge. When the two sticks struck, the sword and the sword were already running towards him from the flanks and back, and the archer was now in front of him and the one who dragged the stick, and aimed his bow and arrows at him, and above all, if he had changed, the young man who had dragged the stick would have turned around as a stick!

When the time comes, bows and arrows, swords, and sticks will come, and he will be overwhelmed and overwhelmed.

In the ethereal ancient road, there are many strange ancient beasts and birds, and they can even turn into human forms, Yang Peng is often besieged, and he knows how to deal with group attacks!

A simple fit like this is nothing more than pediatrics.

So suddenly there was an afterburner under his feet, and a mysterious step appeared, and his figure flashed, "Can't go!" A loud shout came out.

"Boom, boom!" the two sticks smashed into the air, and "Hum, hum!" A sword and a sword also slashed into the void.

At this time, Yang Peng's big fist had already gone straight to the back of the neck of the Xiao family's disciple who was dragging the stick away.

"Huh, so fast!"

The children of the Xiao family suddenly felt a strong wind rushing behind them, and knew that it was not good, so they wanted to turn around and swing the stick and smash it again, but it was too late.

Yang Peng's figure is so weird, even the deputy commander of the black-shirt battalion Tong has difficulty turning over if he is not careful, let alone him.

"Bang!"

The child of the Xiao family who dragged the stick away heard a bang in the ear chakra, and then his head sank, and the back of his neck seemed to be suddenly pressed against a mountain, and he stumbled under his feet, facing the ground and planted directly, "Poof!" The mouth kissed the earth, and a few front teeth fell.

Sticks were also thrown.

"Oh!"

He groaned, pressed his hands to the ground, and tried to lift his body, only to find that a sharp pain came from the back of his neck, and he couldn't even lift his head.

If it is not treated in time, then Xiao Ding will walk with his head tilted in the future, and this will definitely be like a master who walks with his head down and is ready to pick up money at any time.

The two of them are just a couple!

However, this is no longer what Yang Peng cares about now, what he cares about now is a golden wind coming from the front. The golden wind was quite sharp, and it made a squeaky sound.

It's an arrow!

In an instant, the arrow wind had already pounced on his face.

Six people besieged Yang Peng, five of them came in a fan, and the young man who had broken his neck just now was in the middle.

He attacked first, but not in real attack, but in luring the enemy deeper. When he saw Yang Peng coming towards him, he dragged his stick and left, creating time and opportunity for others to surround him.

And the archer looked for a gap in front of Yang Peng and shot with arrows!

Obviously, this is a routine that has been designed for a long time.

Seeing Yang Peng chasing after the companion who dragged the stick away, the archer also shot an arrow.

"Hey!"

Yang Peng shouted, suddenly on the side of his head, let go of the tip of the arrow, stretched out his hand to grab it, "bang" grabbed the arrow in his hand, and the mysterious step under his feet was already in front of the archer in an instant.

The archer didn't expect that Yang Peng's attack would be so fierce and so fast!

As soon as he shot the arrow, he saw that his fellow dragsticks had fallen to the ground, and Yang Peng had already come to the front of him.

At this time, he naturally couldn't turn around and run, otherwise he would end up like his companions.

will also be punched and kissed with the earth.

So he also shouted loudly, and the iron tire bow in his hand arched forward, and a black light flashed, which smashed down towards Yang Peng.

He didn't expect him to be able to knock down Yang Peng, just to support him for a moment. Because he saw that the other companions had already caught up with Yang Peng with their own weapons.

But he still overestimated himself and underestimated Yang Peng. Yang Peng came out of the ethereal ancient road of death, not to mention cultivation, even if he couldn't catch up with the sense of fighting alone.

Yang Peng's figure did not stop, as he stretched out his left arm as he went, a faint light appeared, directly facing the bow tire, while the tip of the arrow in his right hand pointed forward, and from the top left to the right down directly to the archer's cheek.

"Bang!"

The arm collided with the bow tire, bouncing the iron tire, and the tip of the arrow in the right hand stabbed the archer's face open.

Then he kicked him away.

The archer screamed in the air, and with a blood-spilled, blurred face, he fell straight through the open door of the smithy.

In the workshop, the blacksmiths were striking iron, and the sound of "clanging" muffled the fighting outside. Suddenly, a miserable cry sounded, and a man fell to the ground, and the sound of striking iron stopped, "Ahh

The blacksmiths rushed out, and they saw that there was still one lying on the ground, who could no longer raise his head, and not far away, Yang Peng and the four children of the Xiao family were glaring at each other like little roosters fighting each other.

The blacksmiths smacked their lips, "Why don't the people of this Xiao family have a long memory?"

"Yang Peng, I'm fighting with you today!"

The four of them were also obviously gloomy and furious. Six people besieged one person, and instantly let the family beat two, how can it be embarrassing!

"Stop it!"

However, just as the two sides were preparing to fight again, a loud shout sounded, and a middle-aged man wearing a light blue robe with a folding fan in his hand walked out of the workshop.

The rebuke was not angry and arrogant, and suppressed the anger of the four children of the Xiao family and Yang Peng.

"The Weaponry!"

Including Yang Peng over there, he was also surprised, but he still muttered: "It's strange, this royal artifact master usually has his eyes above the top, and he never looks at anyone squarely, how can he control our fight today." ”

"You, follow me!" the royal weaponist folded a fan in his hand and Yang Peng.

"Call me?"

Yang Peng pointed to the tip of his nose and was even more surprised......