Zhang Zhenren knew that he was powerful, so he didn't dare to pick it up with one hand, he held the dust in both hands, and spun the ground on his toes, so that his whole body rotated out of thin air, driving the dust in his hand to change a thousand needles into a line, and he went to catch the palm hard.

The two forces intersected, only to hear a loud noise, Sha Moke's body shook, took half a step back, Zhang Zhenren took off his hand, his body was wrapped in Xia clothes, and he flew back more than two feet in the air, and fell headlong in the formation of all disciples, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his body.

The disciples hurried over to help, shouting, and the battle was in chaos. When Luo Xingbo saw this, he was happy, and hurriedly waved his hand to greet his subordinates, preparing to take the opportunity to kill the Quanzhen Sect.

But he was stopped by Shamoke and said, "Brother Luo, when I came down, King Qin repeatedly told me that as long as the Baolian Imperial Order was safely escorted back to Dadu, there should be no extraneous branches. Zhang Zhenren has already been seriously injured and is powerless to stop us, and the Quanzhen Sect must be a member of the imperial court, so there is no need to kill them all, just let them go!"

Shamoke said, although Luo Xingbo was unwilling, he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he could only watch the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect support Zhang Zhenren, whose face was like a blank piece of paper, to get on the boat and leave.

The Quanzhen Sect members lost the momentum they had when they came, lest someone chase them behind, so they hurried all the way. Seeing that the trees on the shore were already visible, everyone helped Zhang Zhenren up and prepared to go ashore.

At this moment, someone behind him shouted: "The stinky old Dao of the Quanzhen Sect, you came to my Tianbo Water Garden to provoke, treat me as no one in the Cao Gang, and insult me as the leader of the Yellow River Cao Gang, is it so easy to leave?"

Everyone hurriedly turned around, only to see many bamboo rafts lined up, already rushing like sharp arrows.

Zhang Zhenren supported his body and hurriedly ordered everyone to row quickly. How could it be that the Cao Gang had been on the water for a long time, and the speed of the bamboo raft far exceeded their small boat, and in a short time, it had already bypassed the boats of the Quanzhen Sect and intercepted them at the water's edge.

The person at the head was Hao Daqing, the eldest disciple of the Hunjiang mud dragon, who was dressed in short clothes, with his chest and back bare, twisting a harpoon in his hand, and standing barefoot at the head of the raft. He looked at Zhang Zhenren, raised two harpoons with one hand, and sneered: "You old thing who doesn't know life and death, you dare to run to my Tianbo Water Garden to spread wild, provoke my master, and rely on some magical powers, playing tricks on me, now in the water, it is not as good as the shore, Grandpa Hao wants you to taste the power of my harpoon!"

Just as he was about to make a move, Zhang Zhenren was supported by Qi Long and Qi Hu, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Hao Daqing, we are not here for no reason, just for the sake of the court, we must not do it, now that Poor Dao is seriously injured and voluntarily withdraws, you still have to chase after it, it is too unruly to abide by the rules of the rivers and lakes, and the victory is not martial, and you will take advantage of it immediately, won't it also fall into the jokes of the rivers and lakes?"

After hearing this, Hao Daqing looked up to the sky and said with a smile: "You Quanzhen Sect rely on the support of the imperial court, come to our Tianbo Water Garden to provoke, and bully the weak, so you are not afraid of jokes on the rivers and lakes? Besides, you are famous and decent people who collude with the government in private, and I don't know how many things you have done that hurt the heavens and reason, and you are not afraid of the jokes on the rivers and lakes, we are the big thieves in the rivers and lakes, what are we afraid of being laughed at by the rivers and lakes! Haha!"

With that, he raised the harpoon in his hand, and all the bamboo rafts rushed into the boats of the Quanzhen Sect at the same time, separating the boats.

There was a bamboo raft on the left and right and quickly rushed to the boat in the middle, it turned out that there were many iron nails sticking out of the side of the bamboo raft, hidden in the water, between the collision, the iron nails have been firmly embedded in the small boat, the boat can no longer move.

The people on the bamboo raft each held a long-handled shuttle or a double-strand harpoon, and poked at the Quanzhen Sect disciples in the boat.

Although those Quanzhen Sect disciples had some kung fu, they couldn't stand on the water, and they were all short weapons with swords, so they couldn't use them, so they could only parry hard when they stayed in the boat, the space was narrow, and they couldn't dodge, and they had already suffered more than half of the casualties in a short time.

Qi Long and Qi Hu stood on both sides of Zhang Zhenren, busy guarding them, and he was not paying attention, and his body had been stabbed in many places, and he was drenched in blood. In desperation, they had to hold Zhang Zhenren left and right, threw the mountain knife, and jumped into the water with a "plop", and all the Quanzhen Sect disciples also jumped out of the boat one after another, while Hao Daqing and the others were happy, supporting the bamboo raft all the way, surrounding the Quanzhen Sect disciples on the water, just like a toad, all the way to the top, the huge lake suddenly the corpse floated and floated, and the blood rushed.

Qi Long and Qi Hu carried Zhang Zhenren, paddling desperately, going down the river, and I don't know how long it took, and when I turned around, I didn't see the bamboo raft again, and then slowly swam to the shore. The two picked up Zhang Zhenren, who was already half choked to death, and climbed onto the shore. Qi Long Qihu put Zhang Zhenren on a flat grass, stroked his chest and wiped his back, and tossed for a long time, until Zhang Zhenren vomited a lot of dim sewage in his abdomen, and then slowly woke up.

He gasped and looked around, only to see that there was a reckless mountain forest in front of him, the wind was swaying, boundless, and at this time, Qi Long and Qi Hu also tore their clothes and bandaged the wound simply.

The three of them waited on the shore for a while, and one after another, seven or eight disciples also climbed ashore like chickens in soup. After waiting for a long time, seeing that the river was long, and no one came, Zhang Zhenren sighed before he got up, there were still Qi Longqi and Qi Hu, limping around, for fear that the people of the Cao Gang would chase along the river again, so he had to burrow into the dense forest.

The crowd walked through the forest with their heads hung down and dead leaves all over the ground. After walking for about ten miles, everyone was exhausted, and stopped to rest in a slightly open area.

Zhang Zhenren was in pain, his old eyes were dizzy, he was sitting on the ground, leaning on the tree and drowsy, but suddenly heard the sound of "chirping" in the forest, he couldn't help but open his eyes and look around, but there was no movement.

Seeing Qi Long and Qi Hu lying not far away in disheveled clothes, the rest of the disciples were also leaning against the tree horizontally, snoring and sleeping. Zhang Zhenren sighed, sat down again, leaned against the tree, closed his eyes and rested.

Suddenly, the sound of "twittering" in his ears was loud, and then, he heard the screams of Qi Long and Qi Hu around him, Zhang Zhenren hurriedly opened his eyes, and the tragic situation in front of him made him feel creepy.

Dozens of skinny things with dark hair who don't know what they were, all staring at blood-red eyes and dancing hook-like claws, were constantly circling around Qi Long Qi Hu, taking the opportunity to pounce and bite, and Qi Long Qi Hu was already covered in flesh and blood, tired of parrying.

Zhang Zhenren held on, danced in his hand to whisk the dust, and wanted to come forward to rescue, who knew that above his head, strange cries arose, and the surrounding treetops were already densely crawled with countless black little things, scurrying between the branches, a pair of blood-red eyes, staring at him fiercely, ready to pounce at any time.

He didn't care about saving Qi Long and Qi Hu, so he shouted at the rest of the disciples who were already scared stupid, and fled. Only then did a few people come to their senses, followed him, ran for their lives, and ran for a while before the sound of "chirping" slowly faded away.

Zhang Zhenren hugged a tree trunk at this time, remembered the tragic scene just now, began to vomit heavily, felt better, did not dare to stay for a long time, and hurriedly beckoned the disciples to leave. Suddenly, a strange scream sounded instantly, and as the leaves "rattled", small ghostly figures swarmed down again.

Several disciples exclaimed, and the screams came, Zhang Zhenren couldn't take care of it, like a frightened bird, hurriedly floated around, swept out more than two feet on the side, and dodged the black shadow that rushed on his head.

As soon as his feet landed, the leaves fell one after another, and there were a few small figures, screaming and pounced, he had to wave the dust in his hand, emitting a silver needle mist, and a few small things that were stabbed fell to the ground, "crackling" and falling to the ground, rolling and struggling, rolling up the fallen leaves and flying wildly, and the terrible screams were terrifying.

Zhang Zhenren saw that several disciples not far away were already silent, surrounded by a group of black and oppressive small things, tearing them to grab food.

The shadows of the surrounding trees swayed, and at the same time, groups of small things, baring their teeth and claws, jumped down from the branches on all sides, surrounding Zhang Zhenren in the middle, "twittering" and screaming. Zhang Zhenren was horrified, and he had no intention of fighting, so he got up again, danced in the dust, scattered silver needles, stabbed down a small thing, and took the opportunity to rush away to the depths of the bushes next to him.