After Zhang Peng and the others left the woods, they went all the way east, and on this way, Zheng Yingjun's mouth kept talking about what had just happened.

"Peng, I'm curious, when did you start to become so generous?"

Zhang Peng shook his head with a smile, and then said: "Where am I being kind and charitable, I just don't want to harm people's lives in vain!"

Mo Yuan nodded and said, "Brother Zhang's move really makes me admire!"

Zheng Yingjun scratched his head, then smiled, and said jokingly: "Actually, according to my wishes, wouldn't it be better to send them directly to the West Heaven to worship the Buddha?"

Zhang Jie smiled slightly, and said slowly: "In this world, everyone's life is hard-won! We regard the lives of some thieves as grass mustard, but in fact, think about it the other way, in the face of some powerful forces, our lives may not even be as good as ants! The law of the jungle is the rule of the rivers and lakes, but it is not a dogma that everyone should abide by! Those people just now can't be regarded as real people in the rivers and lakes at all, they are just blocking the road to seek wealth, we took their lives casually, maybe they can't imagine that the real rivers and lakes will be so cruel until they die!"

Zheng Yingjun nodded slowly, and then said to Zhang Peng: "So Peng, you finally showed a little bit of martial arts, so that they would be deterred from the rivers and lakes from now on, right?"

Zhang Peng nodded.

Many people think that the rivers and lakes are free and uninhibited, and they are riding horses and whips, but in fact, the rivers and lakes are more about deceit, and they are nine deaths and one life!"

Zhang Jie looked at the scenery outside the carriage with a somewhat confused look, and said faintly: "No matter how cruel the rivers and lakes are, we can't get out, because this is the fate of our people!"

Zheng Yingjun stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the golden knife, and then the corners of his mouth grinned, and he smiled quite freely: "Since you have taken the knife, you haven't thought about putting it down!"

"Haven't you heard a saying? It is called: Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!" Zhang Peng said with a smile.

"Hey, I've heard of it, but it's a pity that this is not a butcher's knife, but a golden knife! I'm not destined to become a Buddha! Hehe..."

After listening to Zheng Yingjun's words, Zhang Peng, Zhang Jie, and Mo Yuan all laughed. All of a sudden, the carriage was arrogant, although the rivers and lakes were cruel, but for a few people here, it became the most nostalgic place in this life!

Just as the carriage passed through a valley, suddenly a sound of breaking the sky suddenly sounded from the sky, and then a black shadow smashed into the carriage of Zhang Peng and several people with lightning speed.

"Drink!"

Zhang Jie's eyes changed suddenly, and then his palm slapped the carriage suddenly, and his body rushed out of the carriage like an arrow from the string.

The coachman only felt a strong wind blowing behind him, and a figure flashed, and then there was no trace of him.

After Zhang Jie jumped out of the carriage, he suddenly stepped on the roof of the carriage, and then his body took advantage of his strength and walked towards the air behind the carriage, because there, at this moment, a black shadow was attacking quickly.

"Poof!"

A light sound shook the valley, and then Zhang Jie's short sword came out of its sheath, and with a flash of silver light, it went straight to the black shadow.

As soon as the tip of the sword picked up the black shadow, the black shadow slowed down, and Zhang Jie also saw the true face of this black shadow, which was a huge black package.

Zhang Jie frowned, and then the sword body slanted, the black burden went down, Zhang Ming's hand was like electricity, and he grabbed the burden in his hand with his left hand, and at the moment when the burden was started, Zhang Jie only felt a slippery gap between the fingers of his left hand, and looked down, but it was a red blood.

Zhang Jie did not hesitate at all, his body went to the ground, and after he landed, his feet connected the dots, and then his body chased towards the carriage at great speed.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Zhang Jie's figure caught up with the carriage, and after the carriage, Zhang Jie's figure rose sharply, and then crossed the carriage, and his body turned one hundred and eighty degrees in the air, and then plunged into the carriage

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For the coachman, he only saw a huge figure suddenly appear in mid-air, and then there was a flower in front of him, and the next second, it was empty!

The coachman shook his head vigorously, rubbed his eyes, and finally sighed inexplicably, and continued to drive his car.

After Zhang Jie entered the carriage, he threw the package into the carriage.

"What is this?" Mo Yuan asked curiously.

Zhang Jie didn't speak, but slowly stretched out his blood-stained left hand. Seeing this scene, Zhang Peng and Zheng Yingjun felt a burst of heart palpitations at the same time!

Of course, Zhang Peng knew that the blood was definitely not Zhang Jie's, so the only remaining explanation was that the blood flowed out of this package.

Zheng Yingjun squeezed his eyes solemnly, and then slowly stretched out his hands to open the package.

"Wait!" Zhang Jie suddenly said, "Let me come!"

After saying that, Zhang Jie slowly leaned the short sword towards the burden, and then the sword body was obliquely inserted into the buckle of the baggage, and then the sword body was erected, and Zhang Jie's wrist was lifted upward.

"Whew!"

The buckle of the burden was picked apart, and then Zhang Jie dug the tip of the sword into the burden and slowly opened the burden.

"Shhh

At the same time that the baggage was opened, everyone in the carriage couldn't help but gasp.

Because, in the midst of the burden, there was a bloody dead man's head.

And the most incredible thing for Zhang Peng and the others was that this dead man's head was the black-faced man who robbed them halfway just now!

In addition to the human head, there were twenty-nine blood-soaked fingers in the baggage, which should be the fingers of the remaining twenty-nine of the robbers. The meaning of these fingers is very clear to everyone in the rivers and lakes, that is, a finger, a human life!

In other words, the thirty thieves who blocked the road and robbed at the time, in less than half an hour, all of them died in the western sky!

Finally, under the human head and severed fingers, there were two blood-soaked silver tickets.

It was Zhang Peng who gave the two silver tickets to those robbers.

The moment Zhang Peng saw the human head, his eyes instantly turned cold.

"Applejack, did you see who threw this burden on?"

Hearing Zhang Peng's question, Zhang Jie slowly shook his head after thinking for a while.

"When I went out, I couldn't see anyone anymore!"

Zheng Yingjun frowned and muttered, "What does this mean? Could it be that it is to avenge us?"

Mo Yuan stared at the head of the person in the baggage, and said faintly: "This way doesn't look like it's helping us avenge at all! Brother Zhang, have you ever made a friend with such ruthless methods?"

Zhang Peng shook his head, and couldn't think of a clue for a while.

"Phew!"

Just when Zhang Peng and the others were puzzled, the coachman suddenly heard a loud shout, and then the horse that was originally galloping suddenly stopped the horse's hooves, and the carriage also shook abruptly, and it stopped abruptly.

Zheng Yingjun shouted dissatisfiedly: "What's the matter?"

"Gentlemen, there is a man standing in the middle of the road, blocking our way!" the coachman hurriedly responded.

"What? Someone is blocking the way again?" Mo Yuan said in surprise.

On the other hand, Zhang Peng and Zhang Jie glanced at each other with solemn expressions, and then waved their hands, opened the curtain, and walked out of the carriage.

In the middle of the valley, in front of the carriage, stood a man, a young man.

This person is dressed in light cyan clothes, less than thirty years old, more than seven feet tall, not very thin, quite burly, but not fat, just a little more than a point is fat, cut a point is thin

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A short black hair with a few strands of silver stood erect on the top of his head, quite energetic. Looking at his face, under the heavy eyebrows, a pair of round tiger eyes were looking ahead expressionlessly. Under the high bridge of the nose, there is no trace of emotion in the mouth that is tightly pursed. The most obvious feature of the whole face is a black spider tattoo that extends from the root of the left ear to the neck. People can't help but have a feeling of palpitations when they see it.

And on the spider's pitch-black body, on closer inspection, there was a shocking knife scar, but it seemed to be a long-standing old wound, and the location of this scar was above the carotid artery in the neck, which was a fatal wound. It is really amazing that the person who was stabbed in the neck is still alive! Presumably, this spider tattoo was deliberately tattooed after being injured in order to hide the scars!

The slightly dark complexion and dark eyes add a touch of mystery to this person, and there is a feeling that people can't see the depth.

At this moment, the man stood with his chest crossed, and between his arms, he was casually holding a strangely shaped knife.

This knife has no scabbard, its handle resembles a spider, and the blade is sinuous and sharp, and from a distance, there is neither the twists and turns of the scimitar outside the gate, nor the thickness of the Central Plains broadsword. The overall blade of the knife looks a little thinner than ordinary knives, but the color is a rare blue-black, and this color, combined with the cold blade, sends people an extremely dangerous signal all the time!

When Zhang Peng saw this person for the first time, he was taken aback. The reason is very simple, that is, with Zhang Peng's strength now, he can't see how deep this person's foundation is.

In this case, there are generally only two explanations, one is that the person is too well disguised, and the other is that the person's martial arts should not be underestimated. And this meaning that should not be underestimated generally refers to the momentum that the internal force cultivation has only reached at least the eightfold heavenly realm.

Zhang Peng looked at the person in front of him and said, "Who is Your Excellency?"

The mysterious man couldn't help but smile lightly, and then said in a rather flat tone: "What? I just got the silver ticket back for you, and I didn't even say thank you?"

Hearing this, Zhang Peng's eyes couldn't help but suddenly gather, and then Zheng Yingjun shouted: "You killed those people?"

The mysterious man nodded slowly, and asked faintly, "I didn't kill it, could it be that you killed it?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Peng couldn't help frowning, and then said coldly: "I don't remember meeting Your Excellency, I don't know who Your Excellency is?"

"It's just a nobody!"

"No name junior, I don't know what kind of no-name junior?" Zhang Jie said lightly.

The reason why Zhang Jie spoke like this was entirely because when Nameless first appeared in the Burial Sword Tower, he also claimed to be a nameless junior, but the strength shown by Nameless was not at all like what a nameless junior should have!

Hearing Zhang Jie's question, the mysterious man laughed, and then replied loudly: "Nameless, Sun Meng! I don't know this name, is it a nameless junior!"

"Who cares about a name if a real master?" Zhang Peng said with a light smile.

"I don't quite understand what you mean by that!" Sun Meng said.

"I don't know if you know a master named Nameless?" Zhang Peng did not directly answer Sun Meng's words, but changed the topic and asked Nameless.

Hearing the nameless name, Sun Meng's eyes changed slightly, and then he said lightly: "It doesn't matter if you know it, or if you don't know it! I'm here this time mainly to send back the silver ticket for you! By the way, let's meet the famous Impermanent Yama!"

Sun Meng said, his eyes suddenly gathered, and then the two fine lights shot straight at Zhang Jie.

You must know that being approached by an inexplicable master is not a good sign.

What's more, in Sun Meng's eyes, Zhang Jie suddenly felt a hint of unkindness.

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