After Chen Yuyan finished arranging Sangzhi's affairs, he set off directly to Tiannan Mansion in Xifu Province.

In the past, he only stayed in Southern Xinjiang and Lingnan, but now he can really feel the prosperity of Nanming when he goes to the Central Plains.

The southeast shape wins, the three Wu metropolises, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, the smoke willow painting bridge, the wind curtain and green curtain, and the difference of 100,000 people.

Although Tiannan Mansion is not the hinterland of the Central Plains and can only be touched to the edge, it is far better than the mountain in southern Xinjiang.

At this moment, Chen Yuyan was dressed in white, carrying a goose feather knife on his back, walking leisurely in the dense forest, not far from the official road.

This is Funiu Mountain.

Not long after leaving, there was a shouting and killing sound from the north, Chen Yuyan hid behind the trunk of the tree, and activated the Great Xuan Turtle Breath True Determination Gong, reining his own breath to the extreme.

Seven or eight carriages on the official road were forced to stop in the middle of the official road, and two of them were fighting.

The soil had long since turned reddish-brown, blood could not coagulate, and the haze above could not be dispersed.

Occasionally seen on the broken branches hung with unrecognizable limb parts, and here was filled with the sounds of fighting, shouting, and the dull sound of swords entering the body.

There was a huge difference in the number of the two warring sides, on one side were a dozen or so young ladies of the family dressed in Luo skirts, and about twenty or so exterior guards were trying their best to protect them.

The number of guards had doubled half an hour ago, but now they were all on the ground.

On the other side of the spectrum were the outnumbered mountain bandits, who were besieging and killing the children of these families, both inside and outside, and the number was several times greater than that of these besieged and killed.

Among the guards was a young man in a plain brocade robe, about twenty years old, with a square and elegant appearance, armed with a spear, but at this time he looked very embarrassed.

The leader of the mountain bandits on the opposite side was a burly, fierce man who looked to be in his forties.

This person is the big boss of the ghost mountain tiger bear village - "ghost tiger" Zhou Hu.

Zhou Hu looked at the young man in front of him and shouted in a rough voice like a male duck:

"Zhao Tianming, in the past, your uncle killed my eldest brother, and today let me Zhou Hu find an opportunity, it is bound to peel you off and cramp, so that you can't survive and die!"

"And your two cousins, don't worry, the brothers will help you take care of it, hahahahaha!"

Zhao Tianming, who was constantly fighting at the forefront, heard this, and snorted coldly: "Your eldest brother "Ghost Bear" Zhou Xiong is so bold that he dares to rob the caravan of my Tiannan Zhao family, and he should be punished!" ”

"Zhou Hu, in the past, you were lucky enough to escape, but I didn't expect you to still know what to do, and you dared to attack the daughter of the head of Zhao Hongchao's family, I really don't know whether to live or die!"

"When I return home, I will definitely ask the old man of the torture hall to take action and strangle all of you demons from the Devil Mountain!"

That Zhou Hu sneered and said:

"Back to Tiannan Mansion? Zhao Tianming, I'm afraid you're thinking too much, today I gathered my colleagues from the six villages of Funiu Mountain to intercept and kill your Zhao family, how could I give you a chance to return to Tiannan Mansion? ”

"Wait until I cut off your head, take away Zhao Yingying and Zhao Yanyan, the two mongrels of Zhao Hongchao, and go directly to the unhappy gang in Wuyi Mountain, I will see what your Zhao family can do with us!"

When the words fell, Zhou Hu suddenly blasted out his fist, he punched quickly, as fast as lightning, hitting a series of afterimages, making a whirring sound, setting off gusts of wind, which made people feel cold!

"Die!"

Heavenly Yin Fist!

Zhou Hu's punch fell, and the killing power condensed in the black internal force, and the fist that condensed the strong yin qi fell with a bang!

The sky is yin and the fist is strong, and the yin is evil!

This Zhou Hu's strength is definitely the strongest group in the external realm, and the internal strength is strong, and he actually stopped seven or eight guards, including Zhao Tianming, with the strength of one person, forcing them to reluctantly counterattack, and fight and retreat.

For a while, the stakes are at stake!

Chen Yuyan stood in the dense forest, quietly looking at these people below, with a hint of essence in his eyes.

He was robbed by mountain bandits halfway, but he asked some interesting things in the Heavenly Demon Voice, so that Chen Yuyan, who was going to Tianluo County, directly turned around and came to this Funiu Mountain.

Zhou Hu, the mountain bandit of the Ghost Mountain, the big boss of the Tiger Bear Village, somehow learned that the two young ladies of the Zhao family and the Zhao Yingying sisters passed through the official road of Funiu Mountain, so they united all the mountain bandits in Funiu Mountain to intercept and kill them.

Originally, Chen Yuyan was still worried about how to approach the Zhao family, but God was really helping him.

Heroes save beauty, what a beautiful story.

But don't worry, it's not time for Chen Yuyan to make a move.

Hope is the brightest when it is seen in the most desperate times.

He had to wait until the Zhao family had no way to retreat and was cornered, and then he would come forward.

The slaughter continues.

After a while, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the whole world seemed to cry out, and the earth collapsed.

In an instant, one by one, the living life came to naught, and they seemed to be cut by a thousand knives, their heads and limbs were torn apart, and their torsos were shattered.

At this moment of being swallowed by blood, it is no longer possible to distinguish what is a weapon and what is a body.

Zhou Hu clenched his fists, and the muscles of his arms bulged, like a dragon entangled in him, mobilizing the muscle strength of his body, and his internal force surged.

Immediately a punch slammed out!

In the face of Zhou Hu's unstoppable offensive, Zhao Tianming gritted his teeth, the iron spear in his hand shook violently, and he swung out one shot after another!

With Zhao Tianming as the center, the internal force around the body began to riot and began to circle around, forming a small internal force cyclone!

Providence Gun Baichuan Style!

The spear was raised high, emitting a soft roar, swallowing all the internal force into the body of the spear like a whale swallowing the sea, and the momentum on it became more and more condensed.

Zhao Tianming is out of the way, even if he is desperately burning his life span, he will send the two cousins out safely!

In the face of Zhao Tianming's desperate fight, Zhou Hu planned to avoid the edge for the time being.

An attack like Zhao Tianming's life-threatening attack didn't last long at all.

Instead, he is overdrawing the only physical strength he has.

When his momentum is discharged, Zhou Hu can hammer his head with one hand!

Seeing Zhou Hu retreating, but where would Zhao Tianming do what he wanted, his eyes were full of coldness, and he stabbed Zhou Hu straight at the head with a gun.

The gun was sharp, and the momentum was even stronger, and Zhou Hu, who was pressed, was out of breath, and he was beaten and retreated.

Providence gun, uphold the providence!

Its advance is sharp, its retreat is fast, its potential is dangerous, its knots are short, it is not moving like a mountain, it is moving like a thunderstorm!

The gun is like practice, and the gun body is like a dragon.

Zhao Tianming pinched the body of the gun with one hand, with a fierce momentum, and kept attacking.

Point, poke, block, pierce, pick, split, intercept!

Fierce!

"Break through with your cousin!"

Zhao Tianming suppressed Zhou Hu to death, but he couldn't cause effective damage to him, at most, the tip of the spear left a few faint wounds on Zhou Hu's cowhide-like skin, and a few drops of blood could not flow.

Another shot pressed Zhou Hu under him, and he turned his head sideways and shouted at the guards beside him.

"There are too many people, we can't rush out at all, Childe!"

The corners of the guard's mouth were bitter, he knew that once Gongzi was exhausted, it would be their death time, but they were surrounded by mountain bandits on all sides, and they couldn't find a breakthrough at all!

Time passed bit by bit, and Zhao Tianming's physical strength gradually ran out.

When the shot he poked out was randomly blocked by Zhou Hu, Zhao Tianming knew that everything was over.

Sure enough, Zhou Hu raised his head suddenly, and his narrow eyes stared at Zhao Tianming gloomily: "What? I haven't eaten enough, and my strength is so small, are you tickling your grandfather and me? ”

"Now that you've had enough, it's my turn now!"

(End of chapter)