"Help! Help!"

"Don't come here!"

The sound of horses' hooves was heard, and the woman's cry for help was even louder, containing deep anticipation.

Fu Qiu, who was riding on horseback, was also a little curious, and glanced around, there was an undulating barren mountain on the left, a not too dense forest on the right, and a small stream in the distance.

It can be said that there is no shop in front of the village, there is no store in front of the village, there is just an ancient road in front of you, and from time to time there are people riding horses and hurrying people passing by, such a place, still beside the road, do not avoid pedestrians for a field battle, even if it is a Yin thief, it is a little too rampant!

Isn't it a special group of people who are looking for excitement?

Rushing towards the prancing horse ahead, the voice became clearer and clearer.

Sigh~

With a hard pull on the reins, Fu Qiu stopped again.

Look at the shade of the trees beside the road and see where the cry for help is coming from.

On a meadow leaning against the shade of the trees, two men dressed in rivers and lakes lay on the ground, dead and dead.

Not far away, a sword was stuck in the ground.

A monk in a yellow monk's robe smiled like a human demon, tearing at the clothes of a young woman on the grass.

While tearing, he laughed uncontrollably.

"Scream!"

"Scream! The more you call me, the more glad I become!"

"Even if you cut your throat, no one will come to save you, those heroes on the rivers and lakes all have the ability to pretend to be deaf and dumb."

"There are really people who don't have long eyes, and the Buddha can kill them all."

The woman's face was weak, her clothes were torn apart, and the strips of cloth were scattered, some of which could not be covered, so she could only hold her chest with her hands, and her eyes were dodging in panic, looking extremely helpless.

Seeing Fu Qiu riding a horse and carrying a sword, she stopped, her eyes seemed to have a light and a glimmer of hope.

"Young man, help!"

"If a slave has a small amount of money, he will be grateful."

also felt the pedestrians on the side of the road, but the monk turned his head with a smile, looked at Fu Qiu, who looked very young on a tall horse, with disdain in his heart, and gradually restrained his smile, his face was hideous, and he spoke a little impatiently.

"Boy, get away, mix in the rivers and lakes, you have to learn how to be chivalrous and righteous, and it depends on whether you have the ability!"

"Look at the two corpses next to me, it's the end of meddling!"

Fu Qiu once again swept the two corpses on the side, but his heart was a little clear.

Obviously, this flower monk has some conceited strength, plus some special quirks, and found such a stimulating place to perform in public.

As for the pedestrians passing by, they are all masters who have more things than less things, and a few hot-blooded teenagers were killed on the spot.

He smiled lightly, "The master is a monk after all, how can he do such a thing of female intern Yin captivity."

The monk was even more impatient, and he didn't have time to speak, but with a wave of his hand, the yellow monk's robe was swept away.

Swish!

The scimitar inserted in the grass instantly turned into a streamer, dripping and turning, and attacked Fu Qiu, the speed was extremely fast, and everyone on the side only felt like a silver thread passing through.

The next moment, the monk's Tong Kong shrank suddenly, his heart disappeared completely, and he looked at the man in front of him as if he was facing a great enemy.

In his eyes, Fu Qiu only lightly stretched out two fingers and grabbed the scimitar he had thrown.

The whole process is relaxed and casual, lightly described, without the slightest smell of fireworks and without the slightest movement.

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, he immediately knew the level of kung fu, and the monk didn't think he could do it.

"The Blood Knife Gate Treasure Elephant has seen Your Excellency, but has you not asked Your Excellency for your name?"

Baoxiang arched his hand slightly, and then put his hand on the ring knife in the monk's robe, looking like a great enemy, careful

Be careful.

Blood Knife Gate? Blood Knife Ancestor? Treasure elephant?

After hearing this name, Fu Qiu's heart immediately understood and thought of the general background of the story.

He couldn't help but smile lightly: "It turned out to be the Treasure Elephant Master of the Blood Knife Sect, no wonder there is such a Yaxing, and it is admirable to choose such a good place!"

Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling person, coupled with Fu Qiu's strong strength, Baoxiang scratched his head, and felt a little strange in his heart that this person was not like the rest of the righteous people shouting and shouting to kill, and also smiled: "As the saying goes, meet half of the meeting, and it is also fate to meet Your Excellency, if Your Excellency thinks it is good, let Your Excellency go, and I will catch another monk."

God meet in half!

Why don't you say that those who see have a share?

This monk is generous enough!

Fu Qiu's heart was happy, and he shook his head: "Don't! Don't!"

After raising his hand to refuse, he opened his mouth and explained, "If you are in the Red Mansion, you must not share a thing or two with the master. But this kind of place, this way, this unique X fetish, can not be found in the next. Stealing incense and stealing jade, what you pay attention to is your love and my wishes, Luan Feng Mingxiao, the mood is superior, Fu never forces others, it's really not good, it's a big deal to spend a little yellow and white things, and the trained woman is much more flavorful than this kind of fledgling."

Fu Qiu said things that seemed to be false and not false, imparting his own experience.

It's rare to meet an interesting plot character, before killing, he doesn't mind breaking a few sentences, adjusting his mood, and using it as a spice for life.

As for the villain dying from talking too much?

How can he be a villain?

Baoxiang believed it and arched his hand: "Admire~ Admire, Your Excellency is really a member of my generation, but I am a rough monk, and I still prefer to force others, so I like to find this kind of virgin."

As he spoke, he once again looked at the woman on the ground with an evil face, as if he wanted to confirm his statement.

The young woman who was robbed on the side heard the exchange between the two as if they were friends, and she had already set a well-dressed evaluation for Fu Qiu in her heart.

However, at this moment, he heard Baoxiang's words, met those eyes, and immediately panicked.

The woman couldn't help but hurriedly said, "How dare you say that the son is forced, the slave family is like a willow, and he can serve the son, I don't know how many years of blessings he has cultivated, and he also asks the son to bring the slave family."

"This... This..."

Fu Qiu looked at Baoxiang with a hesitant and hesitant expression.

Bao Xiang secretly scolded a hypocrite in his heart, but he smiled on his face: "Since this is the case, I am naturally an adult beauty."

"You go over."

The woman's heart was overjoyed, and she hurriedly ran towards Fu Qiu's place, trotting all the way without the slightest hesitation, as if she was worried that Baoxiang's words would not count.

Fu Qiu looked at the woman at close range, it was only average, and her appearance was a little low, and he couldn't get into his eyes at all, so he took out the clothes from the package casually, handed them to the woman, and let her put them on, without physical contact at all.

Such a righteous gentleman's behavior made the woman feel a little guilty, could it be that she had misunderstood at the time?

Fu Qiu laughed: "Since the great monk is so sincere, I will also give you a gift."

"Oh?" Monk Baoxiang was a little curious.

"Send you to become a Buddha and go to see the West Heaven!" Fu Qiu said with a smile, and with a wave of sword energy, the Baoxiang monk directly staged a big scene of separation of human heads.