As long as it is a woman, in the face of a man who is staring at her, especially if she keeps commenting, she will be angry in her heart.

"Smack!" Zhang Bairen's hand in his sleeve grabbed Nalan Jing's arm: "Just leave it to me!"

"I've only heard of polar bears and black bears, and I haven't heard of any Tuhun Sanxiong" Zhang Bairen stepped forward slowly, and at this time, everyone in the pit looked at him in unison, including all the spies.

"Boy, you dare to tease us!" Xiong Da's face remained unchanged, and he still looked at a few people with a smile, but there was a little more cold taste in his eyes.

"What about teasing?" Zhang Bairen found that at some point, he began to like nonsense.

"Later, Lao Tzu will cramp and peel your skin, telling you to survive and not death, and completely shatter your bones," Xiong Dayin said coldly.

"Tuhun Sanxiong!" Zhang Bairen seemed to be muttering to himself, but everyone in the audience heard it clearly: "You say, how many swords do you need to kill you?"

"Kill us, this kid said he was going to kill us, isn't he stupid" Xiong Er seemed to have heard something incredible, his eyes were full of surprise, and he screamed at the other two brothers.

Turning a blind eye to the three heroes, Zhang Bairen's palm fell on the hilt of the sword in his robe: "I never kill people mercilessly, and there is no hope of disciplining your soul, and it will be completely erased in the world." ”

As he spoke, a brilliant brilliance burst out, and time and space seemed to be infinitely stretched and distorted, and perception was infinitely dulled.

The sky is vast, but the white clouds are gradually receding, and the sunset is far away, only this vast expanse, as if a sword to kill the rebels fell from the sky, and the sword light filled all the senses of the three people.

Sharp!

Unbeatable edge!

The sword light shook slightly, and three plum blossoms were shaken out, which were easily sent into the throats of the three martial artists.

Mixiong turned into a dead bear.

Covering the blood marks on his neck, Sanxiong looked at Zhang Bairen in disbelief, they had thought about how to torture Zhang Bairen to death before, but they never thought that it would be themselves who died!

A sword!

It's just a sword!

Tuhun Sanxiong's eyes were full of unwillingness, they might have thought that they would be killed one day in the future, but definitely not today!

Feeling the sword qi destroying his own meridians inch by inch, Tuhun Sanxiong's body was shaky, constantly twisting, and finally he fell to the ground weakly, and his body convulsed and turned into a dry corpse.

Not only Tuhun Sanxiong couldn't believe it, but even Nalan Jing behind Zhang Bairen couldn't believe it, she stood behind Zhang Bairen and saw her innocence, it was obviously a very ordinary sword, Zhang Bairen's speed of action was even a child who didn't know martial arts could dodge, but Tuhun Sanxiong faced Zhang Bairen's sword as if he had encountered something terrifying, and he had no power to resist and was ready to be killed.

Nalan Jing was stunned, and the spies of the major families in the pit on the side were also stunned, looking at the Tuhun Sanxiong who had turned into a dry corpse on the ground, the corners of everyone's eyes twitched, and they were a little inexplicable for a while, they didn't know how Tuhun Sanxiong died, so they were easily killed by Zhang Bairen with a sword.

"Little sir, what is the mystery of your sword?" Nalan Jing couldn't help but speak.

Those who have never faced Zhang Bairen's sword will never know how terrifying and powerless they are under Zhang Bairen's sword.

The Taoist priest could resist Zhang Bairen's sword intent, but he couldn't resist Zhang Bairen's means.

The warrior can resist Zhang Bairen's means, but he can't resist Zhang Bairen's will at all until Yi Gu Dacheng.

Martial arts are divided into three realms, easy tendons, easy bones, and seeing gods is not bad.

In fact, martial arts can be called the road of mixed elements, just like the Taoist holding Dan, easy tendon realm, polishing the meridians around the body to perfection, and then constantly tempering, so that the muscles and flesh and blood are unique, this is called the mixed element of muscles and flesh.

The muscles and flesh are mixed with each other, and the whole person depends on the individual's innate physique, and the weakest Yi tendon Dacheng martial artist has the strength of seven or eight hundred catties.

After the bone is transformed, the bone and the flesh meridians are mixed and forged into one, which is inseparable.

This is called the easy bone mixture.

Above it, it is to see that God is not bad, which is the third realm of mixed elements.

The so-called triple mixing element is a saying from people in the cultivation world. In the army, it is still easy to muscle, easy to bone, and it is not bad to see God.

There are also people who don't care about flesh and blood after changing their muscles, but directly change their bones, which can save time and reduce a lot of expenses, but although the difference in strength between the two sides is not the difference between heaven and earth, the gap can also be clearly seen.

Sometimes, as long as your kung fu and fire are ready, you don't need to deliberately cultivate, and you can naturally mix flesh and blood, muscles and bones.

One is the kung fu of water grinding, and the other is taking the initiative to cultivate, the gap is still there, and it is not small.

Regarding Nalan Jing's words, Zhang Bairen put his hands into his robe: "These three guys saw that I was young, and they didn't look at me in their eyes, and they didn't have half a defense. With mental calculation or unintentional, if these three bears don't die, there is simply no heavenly reason. ”

Monk Fa Ming smiled, ran over and touched Tuhun Sanxiong, ready to make a fortune, and kept taking out all kinds of gold and silver artifacts.

Zhang Bairen looked at the black hole excavated below and was silent, Nalan Jing stood behind Zhang Bairen and felt a wave of slander in his heart: "Who would have thought that you could carry a river cart and step into the ranks of great masters at a young age! ”

"When are we going in?" Nalan Jing looked at Zhang Bairen.

"If it's getting dark today, it's not appropriate to go in, it's better to go in after sunrise tomorrow" Monk Fa Ming interjected on the side: "The ancient country of Loulan has buried hundreds of thousands of people, after hundreds of years of fermentation, there are countless evil ghosts, and it is estimated that there are many ghost kings. ”

"Stupid! stupid!" Zhang Bairen glanced at Monk Faming with disdain: "There is no light of day in this ancient country, what is the difference between entering in the dark and entering in the morning." ”

"Hey, why did you rush in, third child!"

The crowd suddenly became disordered, and only heard a disorder in the big pit below, Nalan Jing was shocked when she heard this, and she was about to move, but was stopped by Zhang Bairen reaching out to stop her.

"Don't worry, how can the ancient country of Loulan be so easy to enter? There is only a dead end to rush in, and you know that the spies of these major families are restless" Zhang Bairen's words were not slow or urgent.

"Master, it's not good, there are actually some bastards who took the opportunity to rush in" A man ran over to pray, his eyes full of anxiety.

"Loyal and righteous people, when calculating wages, give him an extra fifty taels of silver!" Zhang Bairen said unhurriedly.

After listening to Zhang Bairen's words, the man was immediately overjoyed when he heard this, and kowtowed again and again: "Thank you, master! Thank you, master!"

"What should we do?" said Monk Fa Ming with a little anxiety.

Zhang Bairen took out three masks from his arms, different from ordinary masks, this mask was thumb thick, and it contained something I don't know what it was, as if it was a mask, Zhang Bairen held it in his hand and handed it to Nalan Jing and Monk Faming.

"What is this?" Nalan Jing curiously grabbed the mask in his hand.

"Simple gas mask!" After finishing speaking, Zhang Bairen put on the gas mask, and the Faming monk and Nalan Jing on the side learned well.

"Go get the torches ready!"

Some guards immediately handed over torches and candles, and Nalan said quietly: "Bring five hundred servants back to the city, this place is no longer safe, so as not to be innocently killed." ”

"Yes!"

A guard answered and shouted: "Everyone has completed the task, follow me back to the city to receive the reward." ”

Hearing this, the servants below cheered, and some of them left happily, while others remained unmoved.

"I know your identity, if you keep to yourself, it's okay, if you dare to make trouble, you will be comfortable!" Zhang Bairen looked at the spies of more than 200 people, took a torch and slowly lit it, hid the fire fold, and then looked at Nalan Jing and Monk Fa Ming beside him: "Are you ready?"

"Hmm"

The two of them nodded in unison and answered.

Zhang Bairen jumped into the big pit, and the surrounding spies got out of the way, looking at the black pit, Zhang Bairen lit the torch and threw it in.

I saw the torch falling, about ten meters above the ground.

The flames were blazing, and there was no sign of extinguishing them.