It's a midsummer morning, and it's dawning very early.

In the wheat field hundreds of miles away from the Beiyang Imperial City, a young ranger with a big knife on his back was running wildly. Behind him, more than a dozen elite riders, lined up, surrounded the boy.

The young ranger ran very fast, his body was like a flying leopard, galloping like the wind. The warriors who chased him, although they rode horses, still had a long distance from him.

The young ranger's clothes were dyed blood-red. On the giant knife behind him, blood continued to drip down.

Since last night, there have been a steady stream of 'high-level Xuan Ling' who have died under his sword.

First one, then two, and now, it's a full thirteen. The riders chasing him, everyone's cultivation was above the 'high-level Xuan Ling', and the one at the head even stepped into the 'Xuan King Realm' with half a foot.

The young ranger was very annoyed as he ran.

Thousands of shouldn't, never should, he shouldn't have raised his head to look at the brocade-clothed boy.

When I entered the imperial city, I wanted to find my brother and go to Feihuang Tengda, but it was good, not only did I not find anyone, maybe I would have to explain my life here.

The leader of the thirteen horsemen is a gloomy middle-aged man with a hooked nose and mouse eyes, and he knows at a glance that he is not a good person. This middle-aged man's name is 'Zhao Jinjin', a half-step king-level cultivator, and he is one of the 'eight confidants' of the eldest prince Beitangjun.

Yesterday, Beitang Jun went to inspect the 'Bourne Farm', and was unexpectedly seen by a young ranger. For the sake of safety, Beitang Jun sent a knight to chase and kill.

But he didn't expect that after chasing this knight for more than ten miles, he would never return.

Beitang Jun was a little surprised, and sent two riders again, but they were still meat buns and dogs - there was no return.

Under the anger of Beitang Jun, the 'eight-armed King Kong' - Zhao Jinjin personally went out and led people to chase after him.

Zhao Jinjin brought out twenty horsemen, but on the way to chase and kill, the young ranger took advantage of the night to kill seven horsemen, and by the early hours of the morning, only thirteen horsemen were left in the chasing team.

Beitang Jun sat in the shade, holding a golden cup in his hand, savoring the wine in the cup.

In the wheat field in the distance, from time to time there was a loud sound of war horses neighing and mystical explosions. Beitang Jun listened quietly, his expression as usual.

"Master, do you want me to go? The big man like the black tower asked cautiously.

Beitang Jun waved his hand and said with a smile: "I didn't expect to meet a very interesting guy on this trip." Wait, if this kid can kill our twelve horsemen, or escape from Zhao Jinjin's hands, I will recruit him into my command on great terms. ”

Beitang Jun said, a smug smile on his face.

Talking and laughing in the shade of the trees, but fighting for their lives in the wheat fields.

With the passage of time, the Xuan power in the Young Ranger Dantian became less and less. Without the support of Xuanli, his foot strength gradually slowed down.

Compared with humans, in addition to their hard bodies, spirit animals also have an advantage, that is, good endurance.

After galloping the same distance, the young ranger has exhausted his mystical power, but those horses are still galloping like the wind.

Seeing that the pursuers were getting closer and closer, the young ranger turned his heart sideways, his figure stopped, and he suddenly pulled out the big knife on his back.

The boy turned, his left hand gripping the hilt tightly. He stared viciously at the pursuers in front of him, murderous.

"Since you don't let the master live, the master will die, and you have to pull a few pads!"

The young man roared, and above his body, the golden Xuanguang, like a fierce flame, quickly burned, and the golden light gradually stopped, and a dense layer of golden scale armor appeared on his body.

In the distance, Beitang Jun raised his eyebrows slightly, and naturally said to himself, "This thing is a 'beast warrior'?"

The young ranger's broadsword, held high above his head.

"Earth Splitting Knife Technique!"

The big sword slammed to the ground, and a golden sword the size of a mountain fell quickly.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the golden sword fell to the ground in an instant, and a huge crack was split into the earth, which was more than a mile long and dozens of zhang wide.

Zhao Jinjin quickly changed his body at the moment when the sword fell, and dodged the blow quite embarrassed.

The six hapless riders behind him weren't so lucky. Before they could understand what was happening, they were sent to the bridge for sightseeing.

Beitang Jun looked at this scene and stood up in surprise. He looked into the distance and muttered to himself, "We must recruit this kid to our command." ”

Hearing this, the big man like the black tower arched his hand towards Beitang Jun. With a leap of his body, the black tower man quickly swept towards the place of battle.

Thanks to his tower-like body, he was able to move so fast.

said that Zhao Jinjin slowly got up from the wheat field, and his white clothes were covered with dust.

His eyes were filled with angry flames, and he wanted to pinch the young ranger to death in order to vent the resentment in his heart.

"Eight-armed Golden Light Palm!"

Zhao Jinjin's figure rose into the air. On both hands, if the wind is born, the palms dance like flying, and the original two hands, in the eyes of the young ranger, have become as many as eight.

Countless golden palm prints spread out in all directions.

The palm prints fell to the ground, shaking out the sunken marks one after another.

The young ranger was not afraid, and the big sword in his hand was raised high. The golden light, on his broadsword, was like a bright sun, illuminating this land.

The young giant knife danced like the wind and rushed towards Zhao Jinjin like a fly. The golden palm prints that flew towards him along the way were all chopped into pieces by him, and none of them could hurt him in the slightest.

Zhao Jinjin was a little surprised, but he was immediately unfazed.

In the end, it is a 'half-step king level' powerhouse, in his opinion, a 'middle-level Xuan Ling', no matter how strong his combat power is, will not be his opponent, and the gap between the two is really like a chasm.

Zhao Jinjin spread his hands, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. A golden space, in his hand, slowly formed, then rapidly grew larger, and finally became more than a mile wide.

Zhao Jinjin threw this small square space out and threw it at the young ranger.

The young ranger was stunned for a moment, and then rushed forward in desperation.

Zhao Jinjin breathed a long sigh of relief and was relieved.

The golden space, as if it had spirituality, the young ranger, was absorbed into it the moment he touched it. The space inside is magical.

There are mountains, and there are waters, and there are trees, and there are trees, and there are boulders, and there are deep streams, but whatever they are, they are all made of gold.

The young ranger was overjoyed and exclaimed, "The world is full of gold." ”

Then suddenly his knees went limp, and he passed out