Zhou Ming is convinced of the cruel methods of Jin Batian's gang, if he says that the master will not save him when he sees death, he will not believe it, now he is an old man who is such an apprentice, it is simply his lifeline, he is definitely not willing to fall into the tiger's mouth, Zhou Ming laughed twice, quite proud, and reopened the branch in front of him, looking at the group of bandits.

In a short time, the group of bandits came to the foot of the big tree with torches, led by a dozen or so sturdy men, six or seven of whom walked in front of them with torches and guarded faces, and a few others with torches for light.

Behind the dozen sturdy men, there were three followers carrying a sedan chair, each of which sat on a person, there were four or five big men carrying, the first sedan chair sat a bearded man, one eye wrapped in a black rag, it seemed that he was blind in one eye, he was lying on the sedan chair, looking lazy, but this bearded man was wide and fat, and he himself looked comfortable, but it was bitter for a few bandits who carried the sedan chair below, and they were tired and sweaty, and they were panting.

Behind the bearded man sat a thin and lean, squirrel-eyed guy who looked to be in his thirties, as thin as a monkey, and the bandits carrying the sedan chair below were obviously much easier than the sedan chair in front.

On the back of the sedan chair sat a man dressed as a Taoist chief, his age looked to be in his fifties, similar to the age of Qingfeng Dao, and a lock of gray beard grew under his lips, and the Taoist seemed to be holding something in his arms, covered with a black cloth, and he didn't know what was under the black cloth.

The chief looked very thin, but the bandits carrying the sedan chair were sweating profusely, and their faces showed panic, and they didn't know what they were afraid of.

Without waiting for the chief to walk under the tree, the head of the breeze on the tree suddenly felt something strange in his arms, he took out the compass and took a closer look, but saw that the pointer on the compass suddenly shook violently, and the guide for a while pointed north, fluctuating.

Qingfeng Daoist tightened his brows, and even fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, Zhou Ming suddenly felt a little strange, he turned his head to look at Qingfeng Daochang, and saw that the master looked at the compass in his hand nervously, so he whispered: "Master...... What's wrong...... You ......"

"What people!"

Without waiting for Zhou Ming to finish speaking, the Taoist who was sitting on the sedan chair suddenly stood up from the sedan chair, he glanced at the big tree, took out a flying knife, and threw it towards the place where Qingfeng Dao Chang and Zhou Ming were hiding.

Qingfeng Dao Chang 56 Library, one grabbed Zhou Ming's head, the flying knife flew directly over Zhou Ming's head, and cut off a lock of hair, which was obliquely inserted on the branch on the side, and the dagger did not enter half of his body.

Zhou Ming turned his head to look at the flying knife, his eyes widened in shock, and he secretly exclaimed, if it wasn't for the master holding his head, this flying knife would have been inserted into his head.

"Fluttering ......" A few strange birds suddenly flew up from the big tree, screaming and flying away.

"Second uncle, what's wrong?" The thief-eyed military Hu San suddenly turned his head and asked, with a panicked look on his face.