There is a small hill fifty miles outside the border of Xiyu country, and the name of the mountain is Xiaoque. On this hill there is a gang of thieves, not only to disturb the nearby villages, but also to block the road and rob passers-by.

The leader of this gang of horse bandits is a middle-aged martial artist named Zhou Linchu.

Zhou Linchu was originally born in a wealthy family, and the three generations of the Zhou family were all well-known local wealthy businessmen. His father, who died early, racked his brains when he named his only son, and finally smashed the classics and took the name of Lin Chu. It is taken from the meaning of the heavens, the best among the people.

It's a pity that his son has not learned since he was a child, and after the head of the Zhou family died of illness, Zhou Linchu, who was addicted to gambling, lost all the family property accumulated by his ancestors for three generations in just three or two years.

The gatehouse was scattered, and the family property was sold out, and he relied on his three-grade martial arts to recruit a group of local ruffians to occupy the mountain, and started the business of horse bandits.

"The head of the house, the pair of men and women are almost at the foot of our mountain, the little one can see clearly, the woman in white is in good shape, and she is just caught back to be the lady of the village. ”

A thin, long-faced man walked into the hall and reported to Zhou Linchu.

Zhou Linchu turned his head to a middle-aged man below and asked, "Brother Fang, are they the two people you said?"

The old brother Fang who was questioned was named Fang Ling, and he was a bald man with a strong body and a hideous face. This order was only two days ago when he went up the mountain to worship the mountain, and wanted to join Zhou Linchu's horse bandit forces. Zhou Linchu saw that this person had a fierce face, and he was still a third-grade cultivator, although he lost slightly to himself after fighting with him, but he was already a master whose power on his own mountain was second only to himself. With such a master in the gang, the strength of his own cottage has also been greatly improved, and after a little thought, Zhou Linchu was happy to recruit Fang Ling into his command.

And the petition for the order to go up the mountain and join the gang is a piece of news about the man and woman just mentioned.

According to Fang Ling, he had met the man and woman in a town on the way here before. The woman is handsome, the man is generous, and the two look like rich children who travel together. Fang Ling calculated the route of the two people, just to hit this Xiaoque Mountain, so he rushed to the mountain first. This pair of men and women is the mountain worship ceremony that he ordered to go up the mountain and join the gang.

After getting Fang Ling's confirmation, Zhou Linchu nodded. He got up from his big chair covered with a tiger skin, waved his hand, and shouted: "Brothers, follow me down the mountain and catch those two fat sheep!"

With a bang, more than 20 horse bandits poured out of the hall of the Juyi Hall and turned over on their horses. Zhou Linchu took the lead, and roared away to the foot of the mountain with more than 20 horses behind him.

Riding his horse and galloping down, he rushed from the top of the small hill to the foot of the mountain in a moment, and when he looked closely, a man and a woman were approaching him.

A group of people immediately surrounded the two of them, slowly circling the two, and the men on the horse arbitrarily commented on the two as if they were looking at an object.

Shu Jinran, who rarely walks in the mountains, couldn't figure out this kind of scene, and looked sideways at Zhuo Yuming, his eyes were blank. Zhuo Yuming just smiled faintly and didn't speak, just waiting for this group of horse bandits who robbed houses to take the lead first. Although he is a cultivator, he is too lazy to see the grass robbers on this group of mountains, but since others take the initiative to provoke him, he has no psychological burden to kill him casually.

"The little lady is really good-looking, brothers, the man is killed and thrown here, and the little lady will take you up the mountain to be your sister-in-law. ”

Zhou Linchu stared at Shu Jinran carefully for a long time, and with a wave of his hand, he gave orders.

The robbers surrounding the two of them drew their swords one after another and headed towards Zhuo Yu Mingkan.

Hearing the words of the robber leader, the hint of a mocking smile on Zhuo Yuming's face suddenly froze. With a wave of spiritual power around his body, a group of robbers were suddenly shocked by the impact of spiritual power. A blue light flashed away, and Zhou Linchu, who was sitting on the horse, felt that his body was light, and he seemed to find that his body seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him inexplicably. There was a soft sound, and it was the sound of a great head rolling to the ground, pressing against the dead leaves.

As soon as he cut off the head of the disrespectful thief with an air knife, Zhuo Yuming suddenly heard a gust of wind behind him. The movement came very fast, Zhuo Yuming didn't have time to make a move, only to feel a huge force in his heart, and the whole person fell forward and flew out.

It was that order that made the sneak attack.

Fang Ling was hiding among the horse bandits just now, and Zhuo Yuming's spiritual power was just right, so he also pretended to fall off the horse, and then took advantage of Zhuo Yuming's air knife to cut Zhou Linchu's head, and got up and attacked with a punch. Sure enough, the other party was careless and unguarded, and he succeeded in one blow.

Zhuo Yuming fell to the ground, endured the severe pain of broken tendons in his back, and turned around with difficulty. Looking back, Shu Jinran was already entangled with the sneak attacker.

Seeing that person's momentum, it turned out to be an eight-rank divine realm martial artist, Zhuo Yuming couldn't help but be afraid for a while. If it weren't for the fact that he had obtained the Dragon Transformation Technique of the Human Emperor, under cultivation, his physical physique was comparable to that of a six-rank martial artist, and although he was caught off guard just now, he still used a layer of spiritual power as a barrier, I am afraid that under the punch just now, he would have been shattered by his heart and lungs. The Heavenly Imperial Robe on his body had also been shattered and broken under the bombardment of that punch.

That Fang Ling's real name is Sima Ling, and he is a martial artist of the eighth grade. He is a first-class assassin in Yoika Mountain, known as Ma Wei, and is the best at concealing qi machines. Three days ago, when he received a report from Xiaozhi Mountain, he happened to be in the area of Xiaoque Mountain, and after some exploration, he simply ran to the top of Xiaoque Mountain. After telling the traces of Zhuo Yuming and the others to Zhou Linchu, it was not surprising that it aroused the interest of these thieves. And he happened to be hiding in it, taking advantage of Zhuo Yuming's unpreparedness, he punched him right in the heart.

is one realm behind, even if Shu Jinran's fist intent is profound and his body is exquisite, he is still gradually unable to parry.

Sima Ling steadily suppressed Shu Jinran, and at the same time glanced at Zhuo Yuming who fell to the ground distractedly, and he was quite surprised in his heart. With a punch from his eight-rank divine artistic conception martial artist, a weak qi practitioner could still save his life from dying, presumably with some kind of defensive high-grade magic weapon.

Relying on the realm suppression, after exchanging punches with Shu Jinran, Sima Ling kicked the girl on the shoulder and kicked her out. With a twist of his body, he threw himself at Zhuo Yuming again.

Sima Ling stepped out in two steps, and in an instant, he rushed to Zhuo Yuming's approach, clenched his right hand into a fist, and raised it high.

A silver-white light rose up and shot straight towards the fist with the momentum of thunder. The two sides collided together, and the silver divine light exploded, and Sima Ling's punch fell heavily, but the tentacles were hard and cold in a flash.

When he looked closely, there was a copper-colored ancient mirror hanging in front of Zhuo Yuming, and he withstood the power of his punch.

Hard-received a blow with all his strength, but there was no trace of fragmentation on the mirror, and the corners of Sima Ling's eyes twitched, and he immediately came to a conclusion.

"It turned out to be a treasure. ”