Chapter 133: Attacked

Yang Peng sometimes kicked and kicked under his feet, sometimes ran quickly, galloping through the forest like an arrow. Looking at the trees in front of you, and the trees behind you flying away, a feeling of freedom for dragons to enter the sea, tigers to enter the mountains, and birds to return to the forest can't help but arise spontaneously.

Sometimes it is "one step to the sky", jumping high, stepping on the top of the reckless forest sea, looking at the mountains below, a long and ancient wind rushes towards him, making him feel even more relaxed. It is as if he is the bird that flies in the sky and the eagle eagle that wanders in the clouds.

After holding back for a long time in the projectile land of Bow Drag City, he felt that these 100,000 mountains were his world!

"Gah!"

A big black bird found Yang Peng. With a chirp, he stretched his wings more than ten zhang and swooped down from higher in the air, and two big claws like hooks grabbed Yang Peng in the air.

Yang Peng raised his head, and when the strong wind blew on his face, he saw him let out a long roar, and a sharp and round head appeared in his hand.

"Knock out your bird's claws!"

With a shout, the figure was facing the black bird, and the hammer in his hand was rotating rapidly, "Poof, poof!" Two explosions came out, striking fiercely on the hook-like claws.

"Gah!"

The painful blackbird chirped again, and its big wings flashed, almost fanning Yang Peng in the air into the dust, while it flew high, staring at Yang Peng with a pair of red eyes higher in the air.

"You're still not convinced?"

Yang Peng was also a little playful, and the "kick to the sky" under his feet was used again, and a colorful light belt with a body like electricity rushed towards the blackbird in the sky.

In front of the figure, a hexagonal prism-shaped sledgehammer the size of a grinding disc was raised directly and smashed at the blackbird.

"Gah!"

The blackbird chirped again, and also knew that the lord in front of him was not to be messed with, and his body jumped forward, turning into a black dot and disappearing into the distant air.

"It's fast!"

Yang Peng was also stupid, he couldn't hit the cunning blackbird, and he was a little depressed.

"Squeak, squeak!"

Just when he was depressed, suddenly behind him, three more rings came from afar. It was only a moment before he came closer.

Yang Peng did not hesitate, and with a flash of colorful sledgehammer in his hand, he drew a belt like a rainbow and smashed it down.

"Click, click!"

There was a metallic sound of iron and iron, and three screeching arrows were struck away by his sledgehammer and fell into the honey forest below.

"Who?"

Yang Peng turned around, and suddenly saw more than a dozen people flying towards him not far in the air.

Those people were all wearing iron armor, purple cloaks on their backs, and the weapons in their hands were all iron spears.

Iron is a general term for iron materials with stubborn iron and treasure materials. Like Xiao Nai's junior brother black charcoal boy, the big boring in his hand is a big iron boring.

And behind these people, there was also a white-robed young man following closely.

"Is it him?" Yang Peng was immediately alert.

The young man who followed behind was the same age as Yang Peng, wearing a white robe and a light topaz belt tied around his waist. Long hanging eyebrows, triangular eyes, and pitted faces. A pair of long white crane wings on his back, carrying a copper python short spear in his hand.

It is the Tuoba Aotian of the Qilin Mansion of Dongshun Kingdom!

This Tuoba Aotian had fought with him for the tall arrow tower in the school military field of Bow Sweeping City, but he was repulsed. Yang Peng even knew that there was an iron-handed monk behind this goods.

So I looked around and saw no one else, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

I think that the monk should have been forcibly recruited and conscripted against the big demon like Chu Shaotian of the Tianlu Sect, and he didn't follow.

These Qilin Mansion practitioners came to Yang Peng's approach in an instant, "Running very fast!" The copper python short spear in Tuoba Aotian's hand swung, and the white wings behind him vibrate, stopping in front of the dozen or so iron-armored men, "I almost let your kid run away." ”

"How are you doing?" Yang Peng asked coldly.

"Kill you!"

Tuoba Aotian made no secret of it, his triangular eyes widened, and his eyebrows raised, "Kill you toad, that piece of swan meat in the Dongshun Dynasty is the prince's!" After speaking, he swiped the gun in his hand, "Give it to me, pick him with a gun!"

"Kill!"

As soon as the white-robed young man's voice fell, the dozen or so iron-armored men roared, and the heads of more than a dozen iron guns swung sharply, and in the flash of cold light, more than a dozen silver-white spear flowers the size of bowls danced out, screaming and rushing towards Yang Peng.

Behind the spear flower, there are more than a dozen snow-bright spear tips with a length of half a zhang.

Yang Peng's figure flashed, and the "kick to the sky" under his feet was used again, and colorful light bands appeared at his feet, extending directly to the mangrove below, "If you want to fight, go down and fight!"

As he spoke, his figure had disappeared in place, appearing at the top of the mountain forest, and then in a flash, he disappeared into the forest below.

At this time, the dozen or so silver and white spear flowers came to the place where Yang Peng was standing just now, and exploded there.

"This kid is too weird!"

A big man in iron armor with a beard on his face waved the gun in his hand, "Where to run!" and with a shout, he took the lead in chasing down.

"Let him run, you'll all die!"

Tuoba Aotian's face turned pale, and he angrily scolded the other subordinates. He had been staring at Yang Peng for a long time. As soon as Yang Peng came out of Bow City, he chased down with more than a dozen practitioners from the Qilin Palace.

Helplessly, Yang Peng later joined a hunting team of the Yang clan, and he had no chance to start. At dawn today, Yang Peng broke up with the hunting team of the Yang clan and went straight to the depths of the mountain alone. Tuoba Aotian sensed that the opportunity had come, so he chased after him with his men.

However, Yang Peng's body technique was too weird, and his running speed was very fast, and for a while, even his subordinates and those high-level practitioners couldn't catch up.

This made him very anxious, and he was afraid that Yang Peng would escape.

He has always coveted Ling'er, this kid is not dead, after all, it will be a trouble.

Now it was easy to see this boy die, and he actually stopped fighting with a black bird, so he drove his men to surround him. If this kid runs away again, he will never allow it.

So the short gun in his hand flicked, and he rushed down after the beard.

"Second prince, don't worry, he can't run!"

The dozen or so big men in the back saw Tuoba Aotian rushing down in person, and they also roared again, and followed Tuoba Aotian straight to the dense forest below.

At this time, Yang Peng had already landed.

He also saw clearly just now, those dozen iron-armored men, who can control the sky without wings behind their backs, are definitely the powerhouses of the "Three Slashes" realm. He was in the air, unobstructed, and easily surrounded by the other party, so he rushed into the forest below.

But he wasn't prepared to run away.

Now his cultivation is in the spiritual realm, his body is full of true qi, and he has the help of the "little insects" controlled by the remnant soul of the dragon soul, but he is not afraid of these people.

If he really runs, he believes that those people will not be able to stop him.

This forest is densely wooded, rocky, and the terrain is complex, and there may be powerful beasts lurking, but it is a good battlefield for him.

He didn't want to kill people here, he took a fancy to the short spear in the hands of Tuoba Aotian!

That's a high-level training soldier!

Although Yang Peng is an ordnance maker, weapons have always been his shortcomings, and he has not had a decent weapon to shoot at until now. The main thing is that he has no materials. Of course, he can also create a better mortal soldier for himself, or a low-level training soldier, but if he takes it out, he is afraid of laughing off the big teeth of Chang Ge, Leng Qingyun and others.

Didn't that smash your own sign?

There is another reason, with the strength of the true qi in his body now, the qi soldiers he condenses now are also comparable to low-level training soldiers. So there's no need to fart and take off your pants, and waste those two procedures in vain.

But this time he entered the 100,000 Great Mountain, and his opponents were heavy. Not to mention those fierce beasts and big demons, Master Nalang alone is not easy to deal with.

Without a more powerful weapon, he would have suffered a lot.

It just so happened that Tuoba Aotian was here, and he naturally wouldn't let go of this good opportunity to send it to the door.

What kind of bird is this prince of the Bird Palace, who does not rob him!

"Die!"

As soon as Yang Peng's figure landed, he heard a shout above his head. At the same time, the sharp head of an iron spear flickered, stabbing at his heavenly spirit.

"Squeak!"

Before the head of the gun arrived, a fierce wind had approached the top of Yang Peng's head.

It's the beard that came first!

"Damn, this thing is not a powerhouse in the Pulse Slashing Realm!" Yang Peng was also surprised. The lightning-fast figure of the beard, as well as the terrible gun wind, made Yang Peng quickly judge his realm cultivation.

The "Three Slashing Realms" already belong to high-level practitioners.

They are the slashing realm that cuts off the spirit refining beast form in the body, the slashing artistic conception that cuts off the spirit refining consciousness in the body, and the slashing pulse realm that cuts off the spirit refining bloodline.

Like Yang Tianhao, the patriarch of the Yang clan, he is already in the Pulse Cutting Realm.

His inner spirit refining statue wearing animal skin pants and carrying a big stick has already gone through the "three beheadings".

This beard should be comparable to Yang Tianhao's cultivation.

"Humph!"

But Yang Peng snorted coldly, and a six-edged sledgehammer condensed out in his hand.

And the kicking step under his feet was cast, and his body instantly turned into a black light and moved to the left, dodging the galloping gun wind and the sharp gun head behind the gun wind, and then "kicked into the sky", and the colorful light belt under his feet was born, straight up.

"Bang!"

The bearded spear wind smashed to the ground, and immediately the mud and rocks flew and smashed into a large crater that was a foot deep.

At this time, Yang Peng's figure was lightning upward, just staggered parallel to the downward beard. The two can be said to be staring at each other and close at hand.

"Who...... Who told you to come up?"

The beard was startled, but he suddenly asked something that made Yang Peng feel inexplicable.

Obviously, this thing knew that Yang Peng's figure was weird, but he didn't expect it to be so weird. But it didn't matter, what was important and incomprehensible to him was that since you dodged my sharp shot, then you should take the opportunity to use your strange body and run away! Why are you now on one and the other, meeting me parallel to me in mid-air?

Isn't this obviously about throwing himself into the net and crashing into the arms of the second prince from the top down?

"Are you an idiot?" asked the bearded man again......