"Big brother, don't be busy, it's getting late, I have to keep going!"

Ye Feng dragged the silly old man, said hello to the pock-faced man, paused, took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and threw it to the man, and said with a smile:

"I soiled your two elbows, and I can't help it, this is a little bit of my meaning!"

Ye Feng didn't stay any longer, grabbed the arm of the old man in yellow, turned around and walked towards the desert.

"Wait~"

The pock-faced man shouted at the young man's back, and then a dodge stopped in front of Ye Feng.

He looked at Ye Feng carefully a few times, then looked at the stupid old man twice, and suddenly changed into a smiling appearance, "Hehe... It's not impossible to go, but the money is not enough!"

"And how much do you want?"

Ye Feng's tone was calm.

"How much...?"

The pock-faced man muttered with a smile, raised his finger and pointed to the back basket behind the young man, and then pointed to the old man in yellow, "Leave your back basket and this old man, and you can go!"

"Heh~"

Ye Feng chuckled, "What if I don't agree?"

"Then you're going to have to die here!"

The pock-faced man gritted his teeth and replied.

Ye Feng smiled and nodded, slowly untied the black cloth belt, and the pock-faced man opposite immediately felt the powerful aura of the sword, and a look of greed flashed in his eyes.

"Before I get started, I have a question for you. ”

Ye Feng stuffed the black cloth tape into his arms and looked at the numb face calmly.

"You say!"

The numb-faced man had two more short daggers in his hand at some point, staring at Ye Feng with gloomy eyes.

Ye Feng took off the basket and put it on the ground, and pointed to the old man in yellow beside him, "I want to know, why do you have to leave this stupid old man?

The young man's movements and demeanor were very calm, and his tone was also very calm, even with a hint of ridicule.

It's not that Ye Feng is too arrogant and arrogant, but that the young man did it on purpose.

Because the cultivation level of the two is almost the same, at this time, the comparison is whose exercises are more exquisite, whose heart is stronger, and whose confidence is more sufficient!

Opponents of the same level, whoever instigates first will have flaws, and whoever will have to die first!

"Hum hum hum hum ~"

The pock-faced man sneered, and the two half-foot-long short daggers in his hands flexibly swirled between his fingers, and said in response to the question:

"I know your cultivation is similar to mine! But no matter how much you pretend, you can't beat me! Because I'm the Mobei Cannibal King!"

"Cannibal King, haven't heard of it..."

Ye Feng replied with a smile.

"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it! When Lao Tzu slaughters you and makes you into a pot of stew, you will know what a cannibal king is!"

The pock-faced man gritted his teeth and glared at Ye Feng viciously, and then his figure flashed and rushed in.

Bite~

After a round, Ye Feng's shoulder was cut by a short dagger, and the pock-faced man retreated to the same place unscathed, looking proud.

Looking at the pock-faced man on the other side, Ye Feng's heart suddenly felt a little bottomless.

The guy in front of him, who called himself the "Cannibal King", was by no means the kind of little minion he had met in the desert before.

It's a battle-hardened man who licks blood from the tip of a knife!

This man just said the reason why he wanted to keep the stupid old man, as well as the truth about the pot of stew in the pot, which disturbed Ye Feng's mind, and then decisively took the lead and used his weapon advantage to scratch Ye Feng's shoulder.

Although Ye Feng's injury was not serious, and it would not affect his movements, why wasn't he tempting?

Moreover, if he had smeared the dagger with poison in advance, Ye Feng would have already been lying on the ground at this time!

After a stalemate, the pock-faced man took the lead in sneering and said, "What's the matter? Little brother, don't pretend with my brother?"

Ye Feng was noncommittal, he raised his hand and threw Xuan Jiao's scabbard into the back basket, then turned around and blocked in front of the old man in yellow, and was silent for a long time before he said to the man:

"I really can't figure it out..... With your cultivation and courage, I believe that there are many things that can be done, and that you should be able to do something wherever you go, so why do you have to hide in this barren desert to intercept passers-by?

The young man's tone was very sad and angry, and his expression was full of regret.

"Shut up!!"

The pock-faced man roared angrily, staring at Ye Feng's eyes covered with red threads, and the flesh on his face trembled uncontrollably with anger.

The two were stalemate for a while, and as a gust of wind blew, Ye Feng and the pock-faced man both narrowed their eyes.

Hindered by the wind and sand, the young man's thin figure suddenly disappeared in place, and appeared ghostly behind Ma Face.

"Shocking!"

With Ye Feng's angry shout, the three-foot long sword in the young man's hand stabbed towards the back of the pock-faced man's heart.

At the moment when the sword was about to pierce the man's body, Ye Feng's hand suddenly shook slightly, and the blade of the sword avoided the man's heart and pierced his shoulder.

"Ah!!h

With an angry shout, the pock-faced man quickly turned around, and the short dagger in his hand followed.

Seeing this, the young man hurriedly withdrew his long sword, his feet a little back, and quickly retreated with his body strengthened by that tyrannical force.

And the pock-faced man swooped into the air with one move, but his speed increased instead of slow, and the whole person was like a phantom, approaching Ye Feng.

Looking at the pock-faced man with a rainbow momentum, Ye Feng, who had been constantly retreating, only felt that his heart was suddenly cold to freezing point.

"This guy obviously used some kind of secret method to get so fast! I don't have a chance to use teleportation again!"

Ye Feng secretly complained in his heart.

"Die!"

The pock-faced man with two short daggers in his hands screamed violently, and his body was only one step away from Ye Feng!

Bite~

Ye Feng picked up a short dagger with Xuanjiao, and was just about to swing his sword to block, but the other short dagger with cold light had already reached his neck.

After a brief blank mind, Ye Feng stopped his figure and stopped.

Five steps away from the young man, there stood a pock-faced man with a complicated expression, and the man's shoulders were still bleeding.

"Why don't you kill me?"

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows.

The look on the pock-faced man's face changed and changed uncertainly, and he was silent for a long time, and then replied: "Didn't you kill me either?

Ye Feng was stunned when he heard this.

I didn't kill the killer because of a moment of soft-heartedness, but I never thought that wicked people like the pock-faced man would also take this matter to heart.

Although he didn't understand why the pockmarked face was like this, Ye Feng knew that with his current state, he couldn't beat the other party, so he weighed it in his heart, so he asked the pock-faced man tentatively:

"Shall we go, then?"

"Hey, hey, hey..."

The pock-faced man laughed strangely, and hid the two short daggers back in his sleeves, "You little devil is really slippery, what kind of kung fu are you?"

After a pause, the numb face turned his head to look at the old man in yellow behind him, and continued to say to Ye Feng: "Okay, let's go, you all go!"

"Really?"

Ye Feng didn't dare to believe the character of the pock-faced man.

"Really, let's go, I don't want to eat you anymore. ”

The pock-faced man replied firmly.

Ye Feng nodded, no longer verbose, and walked towards the old man in yellow.

When the boy walked up to Mami, the latter suddenly shook off his sleeves without warning.

Ye Feng instinctively waved the Xuanjiao and wanted to fight again, but when he reacted, he hurriedly took the sword back.

In the blink of an eye, there was a shallow blood mark on the young man's neck.

"It's the sword you gave back to my shoulder. ”

The pock-faced man shook off a sentence with a smile and walked towards the big iron pot in front of the post station.

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, smiled faintly, and silently walked to the old man in yellow and put the basket on his back.

Wrapping Xuanjiao with a black cloth again, the young man pulled the old man in yellow and wanted to leave, but after thinking about it, he stopped, turned his head and instructed the pock-faced man:

"Big brother, if you can, find a stable livelihood! This world is not all bad people..."

The pock-faced man didn't seem to hear Ye Feng's words, so he took a bucket of water and poured it into the cauldron, squatted down and focused on adding firewood to it.

"Ugh..."

Ye Feng sighed lightly, pulled the silly old man and turned around and walked east.

"I'll think about it...!"

The pock-faced man's voice came from afar.

Hearing this, the young man paused, a smile appeared on his face, paused for a moment, and continued to walk towards the depths of the yellow sand.

After Ye Feng left, the pock-faced man squatted alone in front of the cauldron and was stunned for a long time, not even realizing that the firewood at the bottom of the pot had burned out.

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly got up, lifted the lid of the pot, grabbed the hot human flesh out of the pot with his hands, and then quickly dug a deep pit in the sand with both hands, and finally put the stewed human flesh inside.

I don't know how long it took.

The pock-faced man was still alone, squatting on the threshold of the small post station, looking at the vast Gobi in the distance and stunned.

His pockmarked face had two lines of hot tears flowing from him.

With the sound of horses' hooves from far and near, a group of men and horses dressed in fancy clothes surrounded the dilapidated little inn.

The leader was dressed in black and covered with black cloth.

It's the spirit snake.

"Hey, have you ever seen a sand bandit in Mobei?"

The spirit snake came to Ma Face's side, and pointed at the man's nose with two snake short swords and asked.

"I didn't see it..."

The pockmarked face and eyes are blank.

"Have you ever seen a master with a sword?"

The spirit snake asked again arrogantly.

"I didn't see it..."

The hemp face still looks like a lost soul.

"Whew..."

The spirit snake gasped, pointed to the wound on the shoulder of the numb-faced man, and questioned, "Then what is the matter with your shoulder and the wound?"

"Can you handle it?"

The pock-faced man frowned, he withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the spirit snake.

"You're fucking looking for death!"

A minion scolded, jumped off his horse and rushed towards the pock-faced man.

Except for the spirit snake, everyone on the lookers only felt a flower in front of them, and the head of the first minion who rushed up was cut off by the two short daggers in the hands of the pock-faced man.