Wei Tao sat by the fire and ate with an iron pot.

He was only halfway through his meal when he suddenly stopped.

He raised his head suddenly, looked around with doubts and vigilance in his eyes.

Everything is fine around and nothing unusual happens.

Wei Tao exhaled lightly, reached out and kneaded his eyebrows, and closed his eyes at the same time, as if listening to something.

Little by little, time passed.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, turned his head and asked, "You guys, did you hear anyone talking?" ”

"It's that kind of sharp and twisted laughter that seems to drift with the wind?"

The disciples of the Tsing Yi Society next to him shook their heads one after another.

Even Qu Shang, who was not far away, said, "I was having dinner with Sister Hong just now, and no one spoke." ”

"It's not the voice of the two of you."

Wei Tao shook his head, his expression a little gloomy.

This is already the third time.

He suddenly felt a little irritable.

Inexplicably remembered the dead white feather.

Could it be that her mental illness is contagious?

Slowly exhaling a turbid breath, Wei Tao put all thoughts behind him and picked up the iron pot full of stewed meat again.

Shang Bian came back from patrol, with a cold body.

He took a bowl of broth and moistened his throat, "Sir, everything is normal around you. ”

After a pause, he continued, "When I was patrolling just now, I met the dart masters of the Nanming Trading House, and I feel that they have always been very wary of us. ”

"It's okay, you just have to be careful."

Putting down the empty cauldron, Wei Tao exhaled a breath of heat with satisfaction, "They lead the way in front, we just follow behind, if they have any problems, I can solve them alone." ”

Shang Bian nodded, suddenly a little stunned.

I saw that under the firelight, Wei Tao's face flickered brightly and darkly, inexplicably giving people a sense of fantasy and horror.

Shang Bian seemed to be back in the woods.

He walked through it carefully, and the ground was littered with the corpses of the Black Turbans with severed limbs.

and the woman covered in hoarfrost, like an ice and snow elf, made his heart sway, unable to help himself.

The way she looked, he couldn't forget in his life.

I have thought more than once that I can kill her with my own hands to avenge the teacher.

However, Shang Bian himself understands that this can only be a fantasy after all.

With his strength, the potential that has been exhausted after the foundation is damaged, even if he is given another hundred years to train hard, it is absolutely impossible to be that woman's opponent.

Not to mention killing her to avenge the Iron Legs' fellow teacher.

But who would have thought that without any warning, he would see her corpse in the barren mountains and forests.

And all of this was done by Mr. Wei alone.

Revenge is avenged, and nothing else is wanted.

He will sell his life to Mr. Wei in the future.

Shang Bian sat there in a daze, looking at the quietly burning bonfire, his mood was surprisingly quiet and peaceful at this moment.

After a night, the convoy set off.

Although he encountered the bandits gathered several times on the road, he saw from a distance that the two teams were well-equipped and took care of each other, so he did not dare to approach after all, but followed from a distance for a while before retreating on his own.

After another two days of trekking, the convoy finally left the distant realm.

The frequency of encounters with rioters on the road has been greatly reduced.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

The atmosphere became much lighter.

It's getting late, and night is falling.

Since the afternoon, the two convoys have set up camp in an abandoned village.

Except for the normal arrangement of the vigilance, everyone else was busy.

After a while, several bonfires were lit.

Take water to stew meat, hunt and barbecue.

Whether it was a dart master or a disciple of the Tsing Yi Society, everyone's face was filled with joy.

Tonight is the day of the New Year's celebration.

Soon, a pot of broth was multiplied.

Soak the hard dough in it, which is the most soothing on this cold winter night.

Nanling took out dozens of bags of soju from the carriage that pulled the goods, which instantly ignited everyone's enthusiasm.

A mouthful of broth and a mouthful of hot soju quickly shortened the distance between the two sides.

No longer wary of each other, full of vigilance.

Dart head Luo Cheng drank a few more sips of soju, and his voice became significantly louder.

Wei Tao ate slowly, listening to him tell all kinds of strange things he had encountered when he was escorting darts in the past.

Especially when he heard a certain clip about the adventures of Snake Valley, it attracted all his attention.

It's a pity that what Luo Cheng said is completely different from what he said before, and there is no value for reference.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound from the fire next to it.

It was also mixed with noisy cheers.

Wei Tao turned his head to look and saw that the two merchant dart masters were fighting in the middle.

The two of them tossed and turned in an open space, punching and kicking, and hitting each other indefinitely.

Most of the cheers and applause on the side are merchant dart masters,

The remaining Qingyi Society disciples stared intently at every movement of the two.

Analyze the subtleties and look for weaknesses.

Then put yourself in it and think about how to win the battle at the lowest cost.

There were even a few people who subconsciously shrank into the shadows.

Shang Bian looked at their performance and nodded with satisfaction.

This is the result of his tireless teaching.

For the highly malleable young people of the Tsing Yi Society, the concept he has always passed on is to be unreasonable and unscrupulous until he kills the enemy.

Instead of having to be upright and bright, face to face.

"These little cubs are too energetic, and they like to loosen their muscles and bones when they are full of food and drink.

The guys on the side are still sitting in the bank, and they don't know who wins and who loses in the end. ”

Luo Cheng laughed, picked up the wine bowl and touched it with Wei Tao.

When the two of them saw the dart head paying attention, they immediately stopped wandering and fighting, and changed their moves together, colliding with each other.

After just a few breaths, the winner was already decided.

One person was disrupted and defeated with a slap.

However, the winning dart master obviously regained his strength and only pushed the person away without causing real damage.

"Chen Bi's palm power is getting stronger and stronger, if you continue to practice at this speed, you can hope to break through blood coagulation within half a year."

Luo Cheng looked at the defeated man again, "Xiao Chu is still an old problem of instability, no matter how many times I say it, I can't completely eradicate it, and I still have to strengthen the strength exercises of my legs in the future." ”

Wei Taoan sat there quietly and watched the whole process of the two fighting.

But his mind had already flown into the distance, recalling when he had just started.

It also started from forging skin and refining tendons step by step, perhaps in the initial cultivation progress, it was far inferior to these two dart masters.

Luo Cheng's eyes flashed, and he picked up the wine bowl, "Brother Wei, do you feel itchy hands, do you want to go up and loosen your muscles?" ”

Wei Tao drank the soju down, picked up another piece of stew, put it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed.

He glanced at Luo Cheng, who was full of anticipation, smiled and nodded, "It's okay." ”

Luo Cheng laughed and got up, "If you want to join hands with Brother Wei, I'm afraid that these little cubs won't succeed, so they can only let me come." ”

The two stood ten paces apart.

"Brother Wei, be careful!"

Luo Cheng's voice fell, and he rushed forward like lightning, and a hand knife struck Wei Tao's neck.

"Good!"

Watching him step over a distance of several meters, Wei Tao couldn't help but admire.

Luo took this leap, his body stretched, and his arms soared, like a hungry tiger pounced, showing fierceness.

It is like a fish jumping over the dragon gate, bringing people a sense of tension and beauty.

Swish!

The sound of the wind was howling.

Luo Cheng's knife fell, but Wei Tao's figure was missing in front of him.

Although he was not shocked, his legs bent when he landed, and his body arched violently, and then bounced away like lightning.

There was a muffled bang.

He was ejected into a pit on the ground, and in an instant, he had already grabbed Wei Tao's side.

The hands are separated from the left and right, and the five fingers are pinched into pliers, like two bird beaks, pecking at Wei Tao's waist and eyes.

"It's soft, it's fast, it's fast, it's a little interesting."

Wei Tao lowered his eyes, sensing the sound of the wind coming.

Thoughts drifted inexplicably at this moment.

Luo Cheng's move made him involuntarily recall the incense master of the Red Lantern Society.

is also pointing and pecking, but compared to the attack in front of her, the white-robed woman's movements are like a chicken pecking rice, and there is no possibility of comparison at all.

If the two of them face each other and shoot at the same time, the owner of the red lantern will be pecked into his hands and bones at once, and there will be no resistance to any power.

Click!

It was this distraction, and Luo Cheng's hands had already arrived in front of him.

Wei Tao didn't continue to dodge.

He just moved his arm.

With a slight flip of the wrist, the five fingers are spread into claws.

It's like two beasts grinning open their bloody mouths and biting at the prey that comes to the door.

Click!

Luo Cheng accelerated abruptly at the last moment and pecked heavily in Wei Tao's palm.

The fingers are like gold and iron.

Luo Cheng's color changed suddenly, and it didn't feel like it was on a person's palm at all, but more like a red-hot iron ingot in the middle.

Not only does it hurt sharply in the fingertips, but it also has the hot touch of being burned.

Under the touch, Luo Cheng's hands retracted like an electric shock.

Wei Tao didn't need to think about it at all, and he didn't even rush to drum up qi and blood, but naturally continued to reach forward and bite at the other party's arm.

Luo Cheng's expression changed again, and his eyes suddenly became solemn.

"This person's blood is not strong and heavy, but his strength is extremely large and his speed is fast, and he is afraid that he will not be able to avoid this claw."

The thought in his heart flashed, and Luo Cheng's hands suddenly swelled and became bigger.

Qi and blood were surging, and the muscles and flesh were bulging, colliding with a claw chasing after him.

Since the two started fighting, the situation has changed again and again.

First, Luo Cheng stepped forward, and Wei Tao blocked it with a backhand.

Then it became Wei Tao's claws again, and Luo Cheng retreated sharply.

In the end, the two of them each took three steps back and did not continue to shoot.

Everyone watching the battle was a little dazed, not knowing who would win and who would lose.

Some of them were so far away that they couldn't even see what was going on.

I only knew that Luo Dart's head rushed forward like lightning, and then the figures of the two sides flickered, and the competition ended.

Wei Tao clenched his fists and smiled, "Luo Dart's head has deep kung fu, and he is willing to bow to the wind." ”

Luo Cheng's eyes flickered, and after a moment of silence, he said in a complicated tone, "It is really amazing that Mr. Wei can reach such a height at such a young age. ”

A martial arts competition made everyone on the sidelines feel a little unfinished.

But no one dared to stand up and let Wei Tao and Luo Cheng do it again.

So I had to drink wine and eat meat, and divert the topic by myself.

"Uncle Luo, how's it going?"

Not long after, Nan Ling approached Luo Cheng's side and asked in a low voice.

"Still can't see clearly."

Luo Cheng took a sip of the hot soju and said slowly after thinking, "The only thing that can be clarified is that this person's body is indeed gifted and strong, but I don't dare to guarantee how much potential there is left in martial arts cultivation." ”

"I see, thank you Uncle Luo."

Nanling nodded, lowering his eyes thoughtfully.

(End of chapter)