Outside the post station, Lianqiao and the coachman walked quickly towards the carriage with a dinner plate.

Coming to the outside of the carriage, the coachman whispered, "Miss, I have tested the strength of the two people in the rear car. Those two people were both sword cultivators, one of them was a seventh-level swordsman, and the other young man should be a first-level swordsman. ”

"A first-class sword master under twenty years old?" asked from inside the carriage.

After asking, the woman in the carriage said again: "Uncle Cheng, are you sure that young man is a first-class sword master?"

The coachman nodded and replied, "I'm sure that the man's strength is a little weaker than me." When he walked up to me, I deliberately released a murderous aura, but he was only slightly stunned for a moment, and then returned to normal. ”

When the driver finished speaking, the carriage fell silent again.

Lian Qiao looked at the coachman who bowed his head and was silent, and then looked at the quiet carriage, and suddenly said, "Miss." Even if the other party is a first-level sword master, it is not a big deal. I asked the swordsman to serve me a plate just now, and he didn't refuse me. ”

The carriage was still extremely quiet, and there was half a tea time, and then a faint sigh came: "Uncle Cheng, from now on, let's be more careful." I really can't think of a time when there was such a master under the age of twenty in Yin Shang who had the strength of a sword master. ”

The driver surnamed Cheng nodded, turned around and jumped on the wheel, leaning against the door with a horsewhip.

Looking at the coachman's wary appearance, Lianqiao couldn't help but pout, and then took the pastries and tea and got into the carriage.

The caravan rested at the post station for half an hour before preparing to depart.

At the moment of departure, Ye Feng and He Huan all returned to the front of the carriage. When passing by the coachman's side, Ye Feng couldn't help but glance sideways at the coachman.

Thinking that the coachman had the strength of a swordsman who was not weaker than his own, Ye Feng was a little puzzled.

Even if the woman in the carriage was the daughter of the prime minister of the dynasty, it seemed that she was not qualified to call the swordsman as a coachman. Ye Feng had a hunch that the other party would definitely have another hidden reason when he acted like this.

The mighty convoy was moving slowly into the distance.

Perhaps because many foot merchants had been together all morning and had become acquainted, everyone became talking and laughing.

In the crowd, a foot-walking merchant let go of his throat and howled loudly into a mountain song.

As his voice spread into the distance, everyone in the convoy burst into laughter.

An hour later, the convoy entered the boundary of the Qiangliang Mountains in Donghe County.

This Qiangliang Mountain is a canyon ramp with a commercial road in the middle and cliffs on both sides.

Seeing the convoy enter Qiangliang Mountain, Zhan Peng's face became serious.

He drove his horse back and forth in the caravan, telling his men to be on guard.

100 meters ahead, is the narrowest section of the Qiangliang Mountain trade road.

Since the entire road is less than five meters wide, it can only be passed in a line by a convoy.

Ahead, more than a dozen horse-drawn carriages carrying goods all drove through the narrow section.

However, just as the last truck was about to cross the ramp, suddenly, there was a muffled sound from the bottom of the truck, and the car staggered and overturned in the middle of the road.

The car overturned, disconnecting the caravan from front to back.

Zhan Peng, who was in front, couldn't help but have a hint of anxiety in his eyes when he saw Ye Feng's carriage trapped behind the ramp.

"Come on, hurry up and see what's wrong with that carriage?" Zhan Peng shouted.

As soon as his words fell, three members of the escort team stepped forward.

Seeing that the truck was broken due to the heavy load, the axle was broken, and the escort team shrugged their shoulders helplessly.

"Captain, the axle of this car is crushed. Also, the horse pulling the cart also broke its leg in a flash, and I am afraid that for a while, we will not be able to move on. The escort shouted loudly.

Hearing the shouts of the escort team, Zhan Peng's brows furrowed.

Although he had been walking this trade route for several years and had not encountered any danger so far, he still had no bottom in his heart.

As far as he knew, there were several robberies every year in the crevices of the natural canyon of Qiangliang Mountain, and it was obviously an unwise decision to rest here.

"Whose goods are that, hurry up and get out of the car?" Zhan Peng shouted loudly.

In the crowd, four men in navy blue jackets walked out.

One of the men glanced at Zhan Peng and said, "Captain, this is our cargo." Now that the axle is broken, I am afraid that even if I unload the goods, I am afraid that I will not be able to walk. Otherwise, or ......"

The man looked at the luxury carriage behind him and said, "Otherwise, I'll go and discuss with the owner of the carriage in the back, and ask them to help us bring the goods first, and when we get to the next station, we will buy a new carriage and unload the goods." ”

The man's suggestion made Zhan Peng nod.

Until now, this is the only way. It's just that when he thought that the carriage of Ye Feng and the family members of the first-class master would turn into a wagon, Zhan Peng couldn't help but feel a little difficult.

"Go and talk to the carriage behind you and see if they can agree. Zhan Peng said in a low voice.

The four men glanced at each other and walked towards the carriage where the coachman surnamed Cheng was.

Walking in front of the carriage, the man in charge whispered: "This gentleman, our carriage is broken, I don't know if you can make it convenient for us to ...... the goods."

Halfway through his words, a cold light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the man in charge.

With a thud, his sleeve exploded, and a sword light erupted from his cuff.

"Lives!" the man roared, his sword stabbing the coachman in the throat.

The coachman, who was originally squinting his eyes, suddenly burst out of his eyes at the moment when the long sword attacked.

Without seeing him make any movements, his figure suddenly rose into the sky, and the whip in his hand wrapped around the sword cultivator's throat like a ghost.

There was a crisp snap, and the whip burst on the man's neck.

Before the man's sword stabbed the car door, his figure suddenly fell to the ground, his head separated from his body, and he rolled into the distance with a grunt.

The coachman surnamed Cheng killed the man with one move, causing the three sword cultivators behind the man to be stunned at the same time.

The three of them couldn't help but wave their swords at the coachman surnamed Cheng, however, just as the long swords in the hands of the three of them were about to pierce the coachman's thigh, three metal petals flashing with a faint blue light erupted from the carriage.

The petals swirled in the void, making a buzzing sound.

Without waiting for the three swordsmen to react, Sanduo's shining petals were firmly nailed to the chests of the three people.

Lianqiao jumped out of the carriage with a hint of anger on her pretty face.

Her gaze swept towards the three dead sword cultivators, and a fierce light flashed in her eyes.

"Dare to assassinate Miss, you are really too long-lasting!" Lian Qiao said coldly.

With that, she walked up to one of the killers and kicked the dead sword cultivator.

Suddenly, lying on the ground, Jian Xiu, who was obviously dead, jumped up from the ground.

The palm of his hand, a dagger half a foot long, flashing with jet-black luster, stabbed fiercely into Lianqiao's chest.

The incident happened suddenly, and Lian Qiao didn't have time to react at all.

Behind her, the driver surnamed Cheng who was standing on the wheel of the car was willing to help, but due to the angle problem, he couldn't find the direction to start for a while.

Inside the carriage, the eldest lady, who had never shown up, let out an exclamation.

The eldest lady also seemed to want to save people, but it was imminent, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

Seeing that, Lian Qiao watched as the dagger stabbed into her chest.

At the moment when death enveloped her body, she even forgot to dodge, and just stared at the dagger that was getting closer and closer in shock, her eyes full of despair.

"You died like this?" Lianqiao's heart was full of despair.

Just when she thought she was dead, suddenly, there was a muffled sound in the carriage behind her, and then the carriage made of red sandalwood shattered, revealing Ye Feng's face.

The explosion in the carriage made the sword cultivator who was bent on killing Lianqiao slightly stunned.

That is, in the moment he was stunned, a silver-white sword qi fell from the sky and hit the dagger in his hand fiercely.

With a muffled sound, the sword qi directly bombarded the dagger into powder.

Seeing the dagger explode, the sword cultivator panicked and wanted to retreat, but suddenly found that a powerful aura enveloped his body, so that he couldn't even retreat.

"Boom", a soft sound came from the void.

Before the sound disappeared, a silver-white sword qi hit the center of Jian Xiu's eyebrows.

As if a watermelon had been smashed, the sword cultivator's head burst instantly.

Red blood, white brains flew out of all directions, spraying the nearest lotus Qiao's head and face.

After the sword cultivator's head exploded, his body fell straight backwards.

His body stiffened and fell to the ground, and Lian Qiao let out an exclamation.

She touched the blood and brains on the top of her head, turned her head, and looked at Ye Feng who was helping in amazement, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

After being stunned for a long time, Lianqiao screamed and ran into the carriage.

When she entered the carriage, there was a cry.

"Uncle Cheng, let's see if those sword cultivators are dead?"

Almost at the same time as the words fell, the coachman surnamed Cheng jumped off the wheel, and the moment he landed, the wooden handle of the whip in his hand stabbed the chests of the remaining two sword cultivators.

A puddle of blood, splashing from the chests of the two long-dead sword cultivators.

Seeing that all those sword cultivators were dead, the cold face of the coachman surnamed Cheng relaxed.

"Miss Hui, those people are dead. The coachman surnamed Cheng said in a deep voice.

There was silence in the carriage, and after a few seconds or so, a poignant sigh was heard.

"Uncle Cheng, find a place to bury these people, no matter what, we can't let them expose their corpses to the wilderness. Inside the carriage, the beautiful female voice said.

"Miss, they almost killed me, why do you still want to bury their bodies?" said Lian Qiao dissatisfiedly in the carriage.

After saying this, there was a sound of changing clothes in the carriage.

Inside the carriage, the woman sighed sadly, and she said in a compassionate tone: "No matter why this group of people came, they are all people. Even if you are dead, you should not even have a grave. ”

Regarding what the woman in the carriage said, the driver surnamed Cheng did not agree. It's just that even if he was a hundred unwilling, he didn't mean to disobey the woman, and still raised the whip casually and rolled the bodies of the four sword cultivators into a dirt ditch on the side of the road.

Under the excavation of the coachman surnamed Cheng, a puff of loess was sprinkled on the corpses of the four sword cultivators.

Just when the coachman surnamed Cheng was about to bury all four sword cultivators, Ye Feng, who was standing silently on the wheel, suddenly jumped down from the wheel and said, "Wait." Let me bury it!"