The servant recognized Zhuo Zangfeng, and he was full of disdain for this young man who was even lower than his own status, and he ignored the other party's shouts at all, and continued to hold the snow wolf. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhuo Zangfeng stretched out his bow and took an arrow, aimed at him, and said angrily: "If you don't stop, I'm going to release the arrow!"

Liu Chuian sat on horseback, ready to continue hunting, and saw the little guy open his bow like a full moon, putting on a desperate posture, he couldn't help but feel funny, and his little eyes blinked excitedly.

"You little guy, you haven't seen your skills for a few days, and you have learned to use arrows?

Zhuo Zangfeng didn't look at him, his eyes were fixed on the tip of the arrow, he still treated him with a bow, and asked rhetorically: "I shot the snow wolf, why did you snatch it?"

Liu Chuian leaned back and smiled on the horse's back, "With your ability, you can also hit the snow wolf? Then the carved bow in his hand drew an arc in the snow sky, and said: "There are two martial arts Nine Rank Realm masters here, they don't dare to boast casually, you can shoot the snow wolf without any cultivation?"

Zhuo Zangfeng said angrily: "If you take a closer look, the snow wolf's eyes are my arrows. ”

Liu Chuian made a look, and the butler who was tying the snow wolf to the horseback stopped his hand, put the snow wolf on the ground, pulled out the feather arrow from the wolf's eye, and threw it far away into the snow without looking at it, and said, "Young master, this is our Liu Mansion's arrow." ”

Liu Chuian sighed: "What's the matter? Is this a service? Is it possible that the young master still depends on your prey?

Zhuo Zangfeng judged the situation, Liu Chuian and his housekeeper were not terrible, but the difficult thing was the two middle-aged people who didn't say a word, looking at their deep qi, it was obvious that the martial arts realm was not low.

Back then, he swallowed his anger in Liu's Mansion, just to steal martial arts, although Liu Chui'an was powerful, his martial arts were sparse, but these two middle-aged people did not dare to underestimate him.

Although the main envoy who participated in the beating of the old Taoist priest and the burning of the Taoist temple was a monk of Yuande, there were also many people from Liu's house. This was all arranged by Liu Chui'an, and under the blind tolerance of the old Taoist priest, these arrogances were even more arrogant.

"Come on, little hero, shoot your arrows and let you taste what it tastes like!" said the butler, slapping his chest loudly and grinning.

He expected that the boy would not dare to do it, which was obvious. In this part of Qifeng Mountain, who dares to provoke the Liu family? That is because he thinks that his life is long.

Seeing that the young man's eyes were wide open and he didn't draw his bow, Liu Chuian took out a few copper coins from his sleeve, threw them on the ground, and stabbed him with a big stab: "Come, you shoot an arrow at the housekeeper, and the master will reward you with money." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng said coldly: "I don't want your money, return the snow wolf to me." ”

Liu Chuian looked at the other party's resolute attitude, looked at the strange wooden box behind him, and quipped: "The box behind you, are you going to collect the body of the old Taoist?"

Zhuo Zangfeng was furious and said, "You can underestimate me, but don't insult my relatives!"

"Yo he! When did the old Taoist priest have such an illegitimate child with the widow in the county?" Liu Chuian was even more energetic.

At this time, the world was white, the snowflakes were falling, Zhuo Zangfeng's face was pale because of anger, and his delicate face was like an ice sculpture and snow casting.

His fingers trembled slightly, and he secretly withheld three arrows.

A nine-rank martial artist glanced at it and said, "At a young age, I still want to launch a series of arrows, but it's just to scare people!"

Liu Chuian smiled evilly: "It's just that the wooden box is too small to hold the bones of the old Taoist priest, if the Taoist temple is burned, the old Taoist priest will become a handful of ashes, maybe it will be enough." ”

So far, they don't believe that Zhuo Zangfeng has any great archery skills.

Although the snow wolf had his arrows stuck in his eyes, the Liu family agreed that it was a wounded wolf, or that the young man had **** luck and shot it by chance, which was by no means his true skill.

Liu Chui'an's eyes rolled, and he suddenly said: "What a bold man! He actually wants to blackmail the prey of my Liu Mansion? The old Taoist priest fornicated with the widow, and the little apprentice blackmailed the prey......

Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Zangfeng's arrows had already been issued.

Two arrows were shot at the two Nine Rank Martial Arts Realm masters to block their edge, and the other arrow was like lightning, heading straight for Liu Chuian's shoulder.

Liu Chuian exclaimed, and hurriedly used the carved bow in his hand to block, but the feather arrow came too fast, and in the interval of raising his hand, the arrow had already penetrated deep into his shoulder, and he fell off the horse with a scream.

The two masters didn't expect the young man's arrow to be so fast, and hurriedly sent out a mysterious force to block it. However, the arrow seemed to be able to see through the opportunity, and it went straight to the weakest point of their Xuanjin, and the two of them jumped into the air from their horses at the same time, and shot down the feather arrow with a second shot.

In this way, they had to take it seriously, and at the same time thought that if the young man in front of them opened the "entrance", the vitality of their own Xuan Jin would be vulnerable at all.

Then, at this moment, they are two dead bodies on the ground.

Zhuo Zangfeng didn't wait for everyone to breathe, and shot again and again with arrows.

"Whoosh whoosh", a round of sharp arrows shot out like a torrential rain.

A vicious dog roared and rushed towards Zhuo Zangfeng, and he shot an arrow through the eye and rolled down the snow, curled up and struggled. The others were so frightened that they caught their tails and didn't dare to pounce on them.

Zhuo Zangfeng escaped far away with his feather arrows, and the two masters saw it, swept up from the snow, and chased after several ups and downs, one sneered and pulled out the Qingfeng sword behind him, and stabbed Zhuo Zangfeng at a distance of one zhang.

Zhuo Zangfeng could not retreat, the sword flickered, and in the snowflakes in the sky, a sword qi split the cold qi and stabbed straight into his chest. He dodged sideways and swung his mulberry bow to block.

The wooden bow body snapped off when it encountered the sword qi, and at the same time, a black palm force emitted from the palm of another master, which was imprinted on his chest like lightning.

Zhuo Zangfeng felt that his breath was sluggish, and he was struck out several feet away by the force of his palm, and a mouthful of blood spurted out in midair.

The two masters approached, and one of them stretched out his foot and kicked him, seeing that the young man's face was whiter than snow, and he said with a sideways face: "The 'Black Cloud Pressing Mountain Palm' can take the life of an ordinary martial artist with one weight, not to mention that Brother Zhou has already practiced to the ninth level. ”

The other looked at the wooden box on the young man's body and asked strangely, "Look at what is strange about the wooden box." ”

He bent down and turned Zhuo Zangfeng over and took off the wooden box. I saw that the wood was delicate, and strange runes were carved on it. The two recognized it for a long time and could not understand its Chinese characters. I only felt that the wooden box was heavy, and there was no hinge switch, but it could not be opened.

"What treasure can a poor sour boy have? It looks like a small coffin, don't get dirty. However, this kid has good archery skills, and if it weren't for the empty quiver, it would be a little troublesome. ”

The other nodded, "Indeed, just looking at archery is not something that an ordinary person can do." Such swordsmanship can also be used in the army. ”

"So it seems that the snow wolf must have been shot by him. ”

"Well, this young man is not afraid of danger, you can see that the route he retreated when shooting arrows was already planned, and the speed of response was amazing. If he hadn't run into our hands today, a hundred more ordinary servants would have escaped for him. ”

"It looks like he doesn't have a way to practice, so he practices archery hard, and his strong will is rare. ”

"It's a pity that there is only one blood, and I don't know how to endure, no wonder I died here. This good snow buried his body, and it was worthy of him. ”

The two returned to the same place as they spoke, gave Liu Chui gold sore medicine, beckoned a few slaves, stopped hunting, and went back to the county.

Zhuo Zangfeng was lying on the snow, the snow gradually covered his body, and the flying eagle that hovered in the air patrolled for a long time, and finally landed on him with confidence.

The eagle stretched out its iron claws to test him a few times, and was about to feast on it, when it suddenly noticed that the prey's eyes suddenly rolled under its talons, and then spewed out a string of blood foam, and it was so frightened that it spread its wings and flew away.

Zhuo Zangfeng's internal organs were torn, and the pain made him wake up. Spurting out a mouthful of blood, his heart felt a little better, he struggled to move the wooden box, the whole person lay on it, and then looked at the harsh snow on the ground and exhaled deeply.

The acupoint in the middle of the chest is facing the wooden box, and the dantian qi sea is on the top of the wooden box, and after a while, a dazzling light emanates from the wooden box, one by one, one by one, like the most brilliant cobwebs woven by the sun, enveloping his whole body.