There was no word all night, the jungle in the early morning, the sun shone in, and the pillars of light illuminated the ground mottled and scattered, coupled with the faint mist, it looked like a fairyland.

Zhang Mochen stretched his waist and calmed down, and as the lower body unraveled the heat flow and erupted, the smoldering fire suddenly burst into white smoke.

Staring into the distance for a moment, Zhang Mochen clenched his fists and walked quickly towards the outside of the cave!

Some walked aimlessly to a cliff, the smell of blood in the air had not yet dissipated with the fog, wrinkled the tip of his nose and lowered his head to skim the blood on the ground, and the white bones that were still stained with meat residue, Zhang Mochen secretly sighed in his heart.

"After all, it's a world where the weak are strong!"

The emotion in his heart had not completely fallen, and the whining sound in his ears made Zhang Mochen's brows furrow instantly, and his body was completely hidden in the cracks of the cliff.

"In such a big place, let alone people, even ghosts can't be seen, just let ten of us be in charge, and divide them into five groups, what a fucking back!" said one of the burly men with a hideous scar on his face.

"I really gave me face, sent ten people!" Zhang Mochen laughed at himself in his heart, and the corners of his mouth were even more smiling coldly.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and keep looking!" Seeing Scar's brain sitting on the stone, the man in black who was traveling with him also looked a little unhappy with this task, but he still urged sternly.

"Find a fart, let's sit until the afternoon, and then go back to the errand, and say that we haven't met any suspicious people. The scar man said with a wicked laugh.

"Don't be clever, last time the three masters asked you to arrest women, but you yourself did it first, and you said you didn't catch it. Later, if it weren't for the plea of the second master, you think it would be as simple as an extra scar on your face?" said the man in black again warningly.

"If you don't go, you don't go, do you think Lao Tzu is afraid of that dead fat man?" The scar man touched the scar on his face and replied angrily!

"Hey, then you wait for me here, I'll go to the front and take a look, and when it's time, let's go back together!" Knowing that the man with the scar was a stubborn donkey, and the fat man left an eternal mark on his face, the man in black knew that the persuasion would not move, so he shook it helplessly, turned around and continued to walk forward.

"Dead fatty, one day, this knife Lao Tzu will be doubled!" Seeing the man in black leaving, the man with the scar salivaed, and his hideous rough face was also shrouded in a layer of coldness.

"Click!"

Zhang Mochen's heart tightened. Seeing the man in black walking out of sight, he wanted to sneak attack quietly, but he never wanted to step on the pile of white bones on the ground.

"Who?"

The relaxed body of the scar man immediately tensed, stood up rubbingly, and pulled out the pair of Emei thorns on his waist, and the breath of the junior Yuan Shi suddenly rose, and he vigilantly probed towards the source of the sound.

"I ...... I am the grandson of the "old hunter" at the foot of the mountain, and today ...... Today my grandfather is sick and let me ...... Let me go into the mountains and hunt some wild animals. Zhang Mochen pretended to be cowering and walked out of the crack in the cliff trembling!

Although the old hunter is an ordinary hunter, because he has lived in the mountains all his life, some bounty hunters have also known or heard of it.

The man with the scar put away his weapon, and the murderous aura in his eyes disappeared, and the look of vigilance was completely replaced by a wave of contempt.

"It turned out to be Lao Huamao's grandson, come here, pinch Lao Tzu's shoulder!" the scar man shouted, then turned around and sat down, twisting his neck, ready to enjoy himself.

"No, the old hunter seems to have only one granddaughter, right?" Just half a breath, the scar man's heart tightened, and he turned his head and asked coldly.

The look of fear was replaced by a murderous aura, Zhang Mochen smiled coldly, his feet did not stop, and he still walked slowly.

"Who are you?" Seeing that Zhang Mochen suddenly seemed to be a different person, a premonition immediately arose in the heart of the man with the scar.

"The man who killed you!"

With a playful cold word, the thin body burst out with the feet that were slowly moving forward and slammed on the ground, and the sword in his hand was already ready to be launched, and as the blade of the sword drew a fine light in the air, Yuan Li rushed out from the tip of the sword.

In the face of the beginner Yuanshi, although he was unprepared, Zhang Mochen did not dare to have any support, did not hide the Yuan Technique routine, and urged the dragon to dance to the extreme.

Staring at the strong air flow that came from the roar, the scar man frowned slightly, especially the dragon head that had already condensed, although it was illusory like mist, it was enough to shock his heart.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

It seems that he has guessed the origin of the young man, the scar man's body does not retreat but advances, and with the pair of Emei thorns in his hand being violently shaken, a majestic yuan force transforms into a fierce tiger head and rushes away!

"Bang!"

A dragon and a tiger, meeting on a narrow road, colliding passionately, in mid-air, a circle of air ripples spread rapidly.

And at the center of the collision, after half a breath, the tiger's head finally knocked the dragon's head apart, but it also lost its condensation, turned into an airflow fluctuation and continued to rush forward!

Zhang Mochen left a little on his left foot, and his body leaned slightly to the right with the help of his strength, just dodging the Yuan Force Qi flow that only left the residual power.

"Thorn!"

The sound of breaking wind brought by Yuan Li in his ears has not disappeared, Zhang Mochen's eyes sank, without any pause, his wrist was raised, and he shouted, and in the next second, several strands of vigorous vitality shot out.

Looking at the Yuanli sword qi that burst out like a rainstorm pear blossom in midair, the scar man sneered, and then his arms flew up and down.

The fast-dancing Emei thorn continued to leave afterimages in the air, and from a distance, it seemed to form a silver shield wall in front of the scarred man.

"Ding, Ding, Ding......"

The galloping arrows slammed into the thick iron shield, and the yellow Yuan Force sword qi suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and the silver shield also collapsed and collapsed after dense cracks.

He couldn't feel the fluctuation of the Yuan Force on Zhang Mochen's body, but he was deeply shocked by his two consecutive Yuan Force attacks. After so many years of wandering in the rivers and lakes, this is the first time that a big girl has been on a sedan chair.

Although he was surprised, the man with the scar, who obviously had the upper hand in both fights, was still full of contempt and disdain in his heart at the moment!

The two figures were finally close at hand.

Zhang Mochen's right foot was cushioned, and his body that rushed forward jumped high with strength, and the sharp sword was tightly held by both hands, and he fell from the sky against the scarred man and criticized it fiercely.

Seeing this, the man with the scar quickly raised the Emei thorn to the top of his head in a crossover posture.

"Ding!"

The blade of the sword collided with the stabbing blade. With the supporting leg bent slightly and the center of gravity sinking abruptly, the boy above his head once again made the scar man feel extremely shocked.

The shock is just a moment, strength is everything, the scar man's hideous face sneered, and his right leg rubbed the ground and kicked out violently, as if he wanted to break the muscles and bones of the thin body that was about to land.

The right foot with unparalleled strength did not feel heavy and dull, on the contrary, because of the kick in the air, the scar man's body stumbled slightly!

The man with the scar quickly stabilized his body and raised his head.

At this moment, it was as if time had fallen into a halt. The two figures stepped up and down, and the two pairs of eyes glared at each other.

After a brief collision of his gaze at close range in mid-air, Zhang Mochen used the reaction force of the weapon collision to flip over the head of the scarred man.

Suddenly, Zhang Mochen, whose feet were about to hit the ground, his brows were locked together, and in the corner of his gaze, a black figure was rushing towards him!

"It's not good, that person heard the movement and was brought back!" Zhang Mochen secretly screamed.

The man with the scar also found his companion and rushed back, and while turning around and continuing to attack, he shouted excitedly: "He is the murderer, block the retreat!"

If someone says that pie won't fall from the sky at this moment, I'm afraid that the man with the scar will slap him to death. The man with the scar had even made a good plan to receive a bounty and go to the kiln for three days and three nights.

However, the smug smile didn't last long, as the hairs stood up, the scarred man's whole body was like an electric shock, numb and painful, and the pair of greedy eyes became even more dull.

After a while, when the scar man recovered, Zhang Mochen's gloomy sneer suddenly appeared in front of him.

Seeing that the latter didn't run away, the man with the scar was overjoyed, and the ecstatic laughter seemed to be even more irrepressible, and it went straight to his throat!

However, the smug man with the scar was suddenly stunned, and his Adam's apple continued to shake with his laughter, but he couldn't make any sound.

In the next second, the sharp pain of tearing and strong suffocation came from his neck, and the man with the scar instinctively blocked it with his hand, but the black and red heat flow was not controlled at all, and it sprayed out.

The pupils printed with Zhang Mochen's sneer continued to expand, and as the last trace of essence dissipated, the burly body of the scar man finally fell slowly in disbelief in his heart.

"Little bastard, take your life!"

An angry shout came, Zhang Mochen turned his eyes slightly, and saw the man in black rushing to kill.

Because his companion was killed, the murderous aura on the face of the man in black looked a little chill down his back.

However, Zhang Mochen was not frightened, he spat at the black-clothed man who rushed to kill, and he didn't care about the weakness caused by the use of purple electric patterns, so he no longer had anything left, and he ran away without looking back.

In the previous duel with the hot fat man, let Zhang Mochen know that with his current strength, he would not be able to urge the second spiritual attack. Now that this hole card has been played, in the face of Peng Pai's murderous aura of the man in black, escape is the only way out.

Feeling the sound of breaking wind getting closer and closer behind him, Zhang Mochen's heart sank.

Life and death escaped, then desperate, there was only a little Yuan Force left in the Heavenly Spirit Department, and as Zhang Mochen gritted his teeth, he was urged to his legs, and the soles of his feet suddenly felt wind.

In his eyes, the thin back of the fleeing man was getting closer and closer, and the man in black was already ready to attack, but the mace in his hand was just ready to go, but it was put down again because of Zhang Mochen's sudden speed.

"I'll see how long you can last!"

With a cold snort, Yuan Li surged to his feet, and as the dust was fiercely grabbed and raised, the speed of the black-clothed Yuan Shi was also a little faster, holding the mace horizontally, and chasing away.