"This is used in a scuffle to identify the personnel of my bandit brigade."

"There is still half an hour to go, and in an hour we will leave and wait at the gathering place outside the city."

"Also."

When the young man said this, he looked at Mu Qian and Wan Hongyan twice, and continued: "The strongest bandit heard that there is the existence of the Wujun Realm, but there will be a strong person on our side to deal with it, but the strongest among you is only the Wuhou Realm, so be careful." ”

There was no dissuasion, just an instruction.

With that, the young man sat down again.

Of the four people in front of him, the strongest is the cold woman Wuhou Realm, and the rest of the one Martial Arts Realm, two Martial Spirit Realms, naked cannon fodder!

But the young man did not say it, because he knew that there was someone watching him in secret, and he was not allowed to talk nonsense.

Mu Qian disagreed, thanked him, and walked towards the outside of the city with the three of them, very happy.

Soon.

The anti-bandit brigade has been recruited for several days, and the last half of today is just for show, and the number of people is already very large.

Wan Li and the four of them stood at the end, and at a glance, there must be at least one hundred and eighty people.

Most of them are casual cultivators, but in terms of the degree of heads-up, they are far stronger than the bandits who do not enter the stream.

Then, the leader of the group, with a full beard and a strong figure, had to be ten thousand and two wide.

Standing in front of the crowd, he shouted to everyone with an impassioned expression.

It is nothing more than doing the right thing for heaven and eliminating harm for the people, so as to mobilize everyone's fighting spirit.

At the same time, someone on the side was handing out a small bag one by one, bulging, obviously filled with something.

When it was sent to Wan Li's hand, he weighed it twice.

"I guessed that it should be a spirit stone, but with such a small amount, it is estimated that it is a medium-grade spirit stone."

Wan Li didn't open it, Yu Guang glanced at the big dream that was about to be opened on the side, and said slowly.

For.

Big Dream opened it and took out a few spirit stones to play with in his hand.

"You guessed it right."

Before leaving, the spirit stones were distributed, so many people, there were a lot of people coming down in one trip, and as long as they could come back smoothly, everyone would send spirit stones again.

Under such incentives, it is natural that many casual cultivators are willing to join.

It is necessary to pay money and efforts to cut down a mountain, this is a mortal enemy or another plan.

Wan Li narrowed his eyes and looked at the bearded strong man at the head.

It was a strong man in the Martial Monarch Realm, and he thought that the head of the bandit should be dealt with by him.

is such a white prostitute, Wan Li secretly kept a heart.

The foreplay was arranged in place, and everyone set off in a majestic manner.

Naturally, there were people in Qingcheng who were paying attention to them, after all, such a large group of people were dispatched.

"Tsk, I don't know how many I can come back alive."

"Oh? What's your news? ”

"There is no news, there is Wujun Realm as the head, so many people, you can earn these spirit stones in vain by fishing in troubled waters, is it so easy to earn medium-grade spirit stones?"

A person leaning against the city wall at the gate of the city said slowly, he is also a casual cultivator, but he is self-aware, and knows what money can be earned and what money cannot be earned.

A few people on the side, even the city guards subconsciously rethought these bandit brigades when they heard it.

Along the way, the person in charge was talking about the location of the trip and the target of the killing.

Wuqi Mountain, a famous fierce mountain in Qingcheng.

Strange things happen frequently, as if you have been in the mountains for a long time, you will become a murderer without blinking, and you are very bloodthirsty.

It is rumored that several young people in Qingcheng did not think so and went together, but they ended up killing each other, and only one person came out of Wuqi Mountain, and then was killed.

The goal of this trip is Qingfeng Village in Wuqi Mountain.

Listening to this name, it seems like a decent person, at least he won't do murder and arson.

However, this is also true in reality.

The people in this cottage used to be very kind, and the bandit leader who established this mountain was to break the so-called weirdness on Wuqi Mountain with peace of mind.

It was normal at first, but after a few years, just when the people of Qingcheng forgot the weirdness of Wuqi Mountain, this Qingfeng Village and others began to wantonly plunder monks on the official road.

Wiped out after being caught in Qingfeng Village.

Many monks went in groups, but they never came out again.

"Then why didn't Qingcheng's Martial King Realm directly attack?"

Listening to these deeds, someone immediately asked.

I saw a man in charge come over, glanced at him, looked at the rest of the people and said slowly, "After you enter the Martial King Realm, you will know." ”

With that, the topic ended.

Listening to these words, everyone lost the ease and peace of mind they had at the beginning.

A sense of uneasiness began to haunt me.

"Brother, I'm afraid something will happen."

Wan Hongyan's expression was cold, and he turned his head and whispered to Wan Li.

Naturally, there are more than two women in the bandit brigade, but there is no such appearance.

Therefore, the scattered cultivators who walked in front would turn their heads to look at them from time to time.

Wan Hongyan had no choice but to show indifference.

"It was wrong from the beginning, and these people were also carried away by the resources provided."

Wan Li said softly, his expression was calm and natural.

Everyone walked for nearly two hours, and it was almost dark, so they could walk to the foot of Wuqi Mountain.

Qingfeng Village is a vast platform on the mountainside, and it won't be long before you go up from here.

But the fall of night shrouded this Wuqi Mountain with a layer of black fog, and the rumors said that it became more and more mysterious and weird.

"Follow me up the mountain and push this Qingfeng Village, pay attention to their respective cuffs!"

The strong man with a full face and beard shouted loudly, and his vast voice echoed on this Wuqi Mountain.

I'm afraid that Qingfeng Village and others won't hear it.

Walking on the mountain road, he didn't even catch a secret whistle, and he came to the gate of Qingfeng Village very smoothly, and stepped into the front of the cottage without resistance.

There were scattered houses around, brightly lit, but there was not a single figure to be seen.

"Hmph, shrunken turtles, big guys, rush me."

The strong man waved his hand, and he wanted to bulldoze these houses with great momentum.

However, no one in the scattered cultivators behind him responded, only the accomplices he brought were shouting there.

Turning their heads, the monks cowered, their faces showing fear.

"What, I invited you to come, just to watch the play?"

The strong man's face sank suddenly, and the aura of the Martial Monarch Realm emanated, oppressing the crowd.

"No, it's not, there's no one in this one, what's the fighting!"

A man in the crowd suppressed the fear in his heart and said.

They are just scattered cultivators, and their strength is not very strong, the strongest Wuhou Realm.

But in the face of the rumors of Wuqi Mountain, as well as the strange and unmanned Qingfeng Village, no one dared to make a bird.

"Waste."

The strong man at the head had a dark face, and as soon as he raised his hand, his invisible palm clenched the man who spoke.

Slowly snatched him out of the crowd and threw him into the brightly lit room.

Bang.

The man's body slammed into the door and smashed inside, and the fire in the house shone out from inside.

"Don't come, no!"

Then I saw the man look in one direction in the room in horror, and shouted loudly.

Zila.

It was the sound of a sharp blade piercing through flesh.

After a few sounds, the bandit brigade standing in the front field was dumbfounded.