On the mountain road of Qingniu Mountain, Li Fang, who was hiding behind the tree, saw that the young man in front of him only paused, then walked forward again, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and whispered: "Master, he didn't find us." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Fang Yong, who was behind him, snorted, and his face relaxed.

As Lin Sen guessed, the eight martial artists who came to Baishui County were indeed from the four sects in the surrounding counties of Heyang Mansion, and Li Fang and Fang Yong were one of the pairs of masters and apprentices.

They stayed in Baishui County for a day yesterday, and they didn't find out the specific location of the Tongtian Sect, so they could only put their ideas on food and drink, although the method was a little shady, but who would care? Especially everyone's luck seemed to be very good, but the next day, the only young disciple of the Tongtian Sect came out to buy food, and walked around the street for an hour before returning to the mountains again.

So naturally, everyone followed behind, ready to follow the plan and go directly to the door.

To be honest, this was originally a good plan, and there were no flaws, but now Fang Yong had a bad feeling, and he continued to follow slowly while frowning and asking.

"Is there a problem with our information, the kid in front doesn't look like he just practiced martial arts!"

He said this to the other three strong men, that is, the three door masters, and made everyone's faces calm.

Although these four people have not broken through to the realm of martial artists, they are only ninth-grade martial artists, and they can't see through Wei Li's cultivation, but they have been practicing here for decades, and they can see that their cultivation is not low just by their eyesight, at least they are also martial disciples of about five grades, and they are definitely not the first or second grades that have just begun to practice.

"Are you sure that there is only one disciple of this Tongtian Sect?" Fang Yong said in a deep voice, "There won't be any other disciples, right?"

A fifth-grade martial apprentice, of course, will not let everyone back down, but the vigilance is immediately mentioned: the reason why everyone dares to take the initiative to attack the door is to know that the other party only has two masters and apprentices in total, and it is all based on the cumulative probability of winning by the number of people, and now that there is an extra disciple of the fifth-grade martial apprentice, it is difficult to guarantee that there will not be two more for a while-and in this way, things will be troublesome!

"The news won't be wrong, there is definitely only one disciple!" A sect master spoke: "It's that Wei family kid, there will be no one else!"

This person's name is Wu Song, and he is the closest one to Darimen among everyone, and the reason is very simple: he is the nephew of Wu Kai, the elder of Darimen. Although the distant nephew, the bloodline has long been unknown, but he does get a lot of news by virtue of this relationship. Yesterday at the tea stall, it was he who told the news of Elder Wang De's death.

So as soon as he spoke, everyone believed it.

However, even so, Fang Yong's expression was still cautious, and his voice was full of incredulity: "So this Wei family kid, in two months of hard work, an ordinary civilian has become a fifth-grade martial artist?"

This is really unbelievable, although the martial apprentice is only the starting point of the martial arts, but even so, the five-grade cultivation is not said to be there, Fu Biao's second disciple Liu Ping has practiced for many years, that is, this level, but the kid in front of him took two months to match it?

"Maybe it's his qualifications. Someone was silent for a moment and said: "Didn't we hear the elders say when we were still in Heyang City, the founding patriarch of the Great Rimen is talented, and he has become a martial artist in just two years, and then it took only ten years to advance to the martial arts master." ”

This seemed to be a good reason, and everyone nodded yes and accepted it as soon as they heard it, but the strange thing was that everyone's eyes were a little more treacherous, and the expressions on their faces were also meaningful.

No one is a fool! What kind of character is the Great Rimen Patriarch? How many years has there been one? This guy in front of him is just a country boy, and he said that his talent is on par with that of the Great Rimen Patriarch? This statement is even more outrageous than that he is a bloodline descendant of the Great Rimen Patriarch! Anyway, none of the people present believed it!

But there must be a reason for everything, a kid who has just started to practice has a strange five-grade cultivation in two months, there must always be a reason - there is no doubt that this reason must come from that Tongtian Sect!

"I knew that this Tongtian Sect was not simple!" Fang Yong kept thinking in his heart: "Elder Zhang even mobilized us this time, and promised so much compensation, there must be greater benefits!"

These four sect masters are the same as Fu Biao, they were all disciples of the Great Rimen in their early years, but Fu Biao is of the same generation as the elders, and they are a generation later. Later, the cultivation could not keep up, and the sect was unwilling to spend resources on cultivation, so they themselves had the idea of returning to their hometown, so they returned to their hometowns with the support of the Great Rimen to establish their respective sects.

And once the sect is established, it is not easy to get along with each other, after all, they have their own territory and livelihood, even if they still admit that the Great Rimen is their own teacher, but they must also take the interests of their own sect first - or it is precisely because of the interests of their own sect that they will recognize the inheritance of the Great Rimen, and recognize the position of the affiliated sect of the Great Rimen.

Similarly, it is precisely because Zhang Yan will give a heart-warming reward this time that these four sects will appear in Baishui County and appear on the mountain road.

Interests are the root of all actions and the original intention of all plans.

So when you see that the greater good is just around the corner, there is some change in your thoughts, and that's a natural thing, isn't it?

"If I find a way for this Wei family kid to grow up quickly, use it on myself, and break through to the realm of martial artists......"

At this moment, the same thought appeared in the minds of the four sect masters, and made their minds fluctuate and their expressions uncertain.

Fortunately, a few people finally knew that no matter what they had in mind, they had to carry out the plan now, destroy this Tongtian Sect, and subdue the sect master surnamed Lin, so they reluctantly restrained their minds, carefully followed the figure in front of them, and continued to move forward.

However, after walking two steps, someone screamed.

"Oops!"

Fang Yong was startled, and took a look first, seeing that the Wei family kid didn't notice the movement here, then he turned around and said hatefully: "What's the matter, what's the mess?"

Li Fang, who made a sound, touched his head and said in a low voice, "Master, something has hit me on the head." ”

Fang Yong looked at it, and sure enough, he saw a red mark on his head, about the size of a pine nut. He looked down and sure enough, he found a pine nut on the ground.

"It's just a pine nut, most of it was thrown down by a small beast in the mountains, what's the point?"

Fang Yong was a little annoyed, what time is it now, isn't it just that he was smashed on the head, and it is also worth screaming?

However, before he could finish speaking, the other three disciples also screamed.

"Oops, it hurts!"

"What's that?"

"The back of my head!"

At this moment, the other three sect masters were also unhappy, and they opened their mouths to reprimand their disciples.

"No, Master, it doesn't seem to have been thrown by a little beast. Li Fang's palm rubbed his forehead twice in succession, his cheeks twitched, he hissed and put down his palm, and said in a trembling voice: "The disciple hurts badly!"

Fang Yong took a closer look, and was immediately shocked, only to see that Fang Cai was only a small red forehead wound, which was already swollen at this time, nearly the size of an egg!

"What's going on?"

Fang Yong's heart suddenly lifted and he looked up at the tree.

Then he saw that at some point, four giant squirrels were sitting on the branches of the trees overhead, holding pine nuts in their two paws, and looking down at everyone.

"It's huge!"

With Qingniu Mountain here, it is naturally impossible for Fang Yong, who was born in a nearby township and county, not to have seen a squirrel, but he has really never seen a squirrel that grows to the height of an adult's calf: this is simply three or four times the height, eight or nine times the volume!

"Is it a monster?"

The thought came to his mind, but Fang Yong immediately denied it: these squirrels were just huge, there was no demonic energy on their bodies, they were just ordinary beasts.

"It's probably a species of big squirrels, species that I haven't seen before. ”

Thinking like this, he relaxed his guard and whispered, "Don't worry about them, let's just leave." ”

Such giant squirrels should occupy a large area as their own territory, and most of them have entered here and been hostile.

The rest of the people obviously thought the same thing, so they nodded their heads and hurried out of the place.

However, they soon found that this was in vain, and the four giant squirrels saw them leave, and jumped between the branches to follow them, and as they jumped, they took a bite of the pine nuts in their mouths, and then threw them down like a child's stone!

"Oops!"

"It hurts!"

A series of wails rang out, and the four disciples were soon full of bags.

This is not an adjective, but a real truth, everyone's foreheads, the back of their heads, and even the top door of the middle are swollen, and the egg-sized blood bags are one by one, and even a disciple rubs his hand, the bulge breaks, and the purple-black blood on the lower half of his face is immediately dripping.

Fang Yong's face turned dark, and he raised his hand to look at his palm: he used his hand to resist the pine nuts that should have smashed into his face, and at this moment, a big bag was bulging on the back of his hand, and the three flavors of pain, pain, and itching were complete!

He said hatefully, "This squirrel is poisonous!"