The other three mercenaries, on foot, followed the carriage around, not slowing down at all, not panting, showing good physical fitness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

With the four big bodyguards, Wei Feng was very relaxed, leaned on the carriage and opened the map, and studied with Zhou Fatong.

The 5,000-mile road mainly passes through three strips in the middle, plains, mountains and deserts.

The plain area is undoubtedly the safest, the mountainous area is not easy to say, the robbers are easy to hide, and the desert area is even more dangerous, with the signs on it, there are monsters infested.

For the sake of freedom, Wei Feng unswervingly rushed to Liberty City, and he believed that the city that the monks longed for must have its merits.

The carriage was fast, and the mercenaries were tireless, running from noon until sunset, stopping to rest.

Sun Ding came back with a thick dry tree, Qian Zhuang waved his knife like the wind, turning it into a pile of dry firewood in an instant, Li Jia lit the fire, and Zhao Lei took out the dry food to bake, symbolically eating a little.

Zhao Lei is a second-level end-level martial artist, and the other three are all second-level mid-stage, they can't solve the problem by eating like this, what they need is spirit stones.

Wei Feng and the three of them also ate by the fire, Zhao Lei went to cut the grass and feed the horses, and the other three went to a short distance away, holding the high-grade spirit stone they had just gotten, and began to practice.

"Brother Zhao, you all have a foundation in cultivation, why did you choose the dangerous profession of mercenary?" Wei Feng asked Zhao Lei, who had just fed the horse.

"It's the fastest way to get money. Zhao Lei replied crisply.

"Why haven't I heard of the Iron Law League?"

"It is an alliance formed spontaneously by mercenaries, in order to ensure credibility, so it is called the Iron Law Alliance, and the branches are all over the country, and the leader of the alliance is a fifth-level martial artist. Zhao Lei did not hide it.

This is almost an open secret, Wei Feng guards a small magic weapon palace, and there are too many things he doesn't know.

"You're in awesome physique. Wei Feng curled up his arm, and his biceps were slightly protruding.

"Entering the Iron Law Alliance as a mercenary requires forging, which is very hard and worthwhile, and compared to the same level of martial artists, our endurance is stronger. Zhao Lei said arrogantly.

"Ask more, do you know the Red Sleeve Sect?" Wei Feng said.

"The great name, of course, knows that it is a sect composed entirely of women, with no fixed residence, and they rarely attack guests on the road, only targeting ruthless men who abandon their wives and children. ”

Wei Feng also knew about these situations, so he didn't ask, but he just heard Zhao Lei say again: "As far as I know, the disciples of the Red Sleeve Sect practice a special technique, which can hide their aura, disguise themselves as low-level monks, or even mortals, haunt the major cities, and leave after committing the crime, it is impossible to prevent it, if it is not a real master, it is difficult to distinguish." ”

"I don't quite understand that they kill negative men for the sake of so-called justice? Wei Feng asked again.

"Of course things won't be so simple, I've been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and I've heard some secret stories, every time the women of the Red Sleeve Sect kill someone, they will take away the thumb of the person who is killed, as if they deliberately left a mark, and there are rumors that this is what they need to practice a secret method. Zhao Lei said.

Wei Feng couldn't help but worry about Luo Lingyue, if he saw him again in the future, he would not face a female devil who killed people without blinking.

"Lord Supervisor, why are you interested in the Red Sleeve Sect?" Zhao Lei asked.

"The woman I love was kidnapped, and she was rescued by the Red Sleeve Sect halfway, and there was no trace of her. Wei Feng said.

"With all due respect, don't worry about it, the women of the Red Sleeve Sect are really untouchable, their organization and discipline are no less than those of us mercenaries. Zhao Lei expressed regret for this.

After chatting for a while, Wei Feng went back to sleep in the tent by the fire, Zhao Lei was a little disdainful of this guest, the woman he had just said he loved was robbed, and he got into another woman's tent so quickly.

The private lives of the guests have nothing to do with the mercenaries, they are only responsible for the safe delivery of the guests and earn the payment they deserve.

For the next three days, he kept hurrying, advancing to the mountainous area at a speed of 300 miles a day, and there was no danger on the road, passing through two cities, and Wei Feng did not enter.

The front is called Black Wind Ridge, which is overgrown with dark green trees, the mountain is not very high, and the jungle is dense.

A winding path, coiled between the mountains, is particularly deep, and when night comes, the birds in the forest make lonely calls from time to time, which adds a bit of indescribable depression.

The team stopped at the foot of the mountain, and Zhao Lei discussed with Wei Feng that tomorrow they would start to use a rapid march, rushing day and night, and strive to pass the Black Wind Ridge within two days.

Wei Feng didn't object, no matter how you look at Black Wind Ridge, it looks like a hidden killing machine, and it is not appropriate to stay for a long time.

This night, Zhao Lei didn't let the bonfire be lit, not wanting to reveal the target, Wei Feng and the three of them rested in the car, while the four mercenaries gathered around the carriage and waited for them.

The atmosphere was a little tense, Meng Yao couldn't help but grab Wei Feng's arm, his body trembled slightly, and Zhou Fatong also looked out through the gap in the curtain from time to time, holding a magic weapon tightly in his hand.

In the middle of the night, a few strange bird calls suddenly came, which were extremely harsh, and I heard Zhao Lei leaning over and whispering: "Lord Supervisor, if there is a situation, you must not get off the car casually." ”

The four mercenaries drew their swords one after another, and in an instant they formed a line, and the dark woods rustled, and black shadows flew out.

Wei Feng is night vision eyes, everything can be seen clearly, this group of robbers is eight people, all with their faces covered, holding snow-bright steel knives in their hands.

Among them, there are three monks and five martial artists, the monks are cultivators in the foundation building period, and the martial artists are all second-level, and the mask can't stop Wei Feng's perspective eyes, and there are two women inside.

"Leave your belongings behind, let me go. "The head of the robber is an old man, a second-level end-stage martial artist, his voice is low, but it is extremely clear in his ears.

"If you want to take away your belongings, you have to weigh whether you have the ability to do so. Zhao Lei didn't give an inch.

"Killing and causing evil, we have a lot of people, and you mercenaries are not opponents. The old man understood and continued to threaten.

"Now that you know, you should know that mercenaries would rather die in battle than keep their guests safe. ”

"The Iron Law League is really annoying, for a few spirit stones, blocking other people's financial paths. The old man was disgusted.

"It's better to make money in a bright way than to rob shamelessly. Zhao Lei has a tough tone, and there is no lack of disdain.

"But if you give it up, you will have some of it. The old man said in a condescending tone, trying to win over the four people.

"Hmph, in that case, there will be no Iron Law Alliance!" Zhao Lei didn't give an inch.

"We are not the only ones who kill and take treasures, this is the law of the jungle for cultivators. Don't blame me for being ruthless!" the old man waved back, and the three Foundation Building Stage monks immediately rushed over.

Wei Feng saw that they were all holding a talisman in their hands, and couldn't help but shout, "Brother Zhao be careful, they want to cheat!"

The voice attracted the old man who led the team, and through the mask, Wei Feng saw a fierce smile on the old man's face, Zhao Lei and the others immediately took a step back when they heard this, and the three monks raised their hands in unison, urging the talisman in their hands.