"Boom!"

A dull voice sounded, and the man with the surname Gao struck the machete with all his strength, and was held by the right hand of the old man surnamed Fan.

The sharp blade slashed at the old man's right hand surnamed Fan, cutting only a shallow layer of flesh and blood, and it healed quickly between breaths.

"Huh?"

At the moment when the old man surnamed Fan was injured, Liu Yi's face changed slightly, and bloodshot appeared, spreading to his pupils, and he was forcibly pressed down by Liu Yi, and his eyes returned to their original state.

"Everyone has the right to choose, but they have to pay the price for the wrong choice!"

The hoarse voice of the old man surnamed Fan sounded again, and the right hand holding the blade gradually pressed down hard.

The man surnamed Gao was desperately exerting his strength, which made his face flush, but under the old man's great strength, it was to no avail.

"Bang!"

His knees bent gradually, and the next moment, he fell to his knees fiercely.

"Boring!"

The old man seemed to have lost interest, picked up his huge left arm, and fanned the head of the man surnamed Gao.

"Bang!"

Under the desperate gaze of the man surnamed Gao, the huge arm quickly approached, mercilessly blasting his skull, and the filth was splattered everywhere.

After killing the man surnamed Gao, the old man's figure slowly shrank, and finally returned to his original appearance.

"Ahem, ahem, alas, I'm getting old after all!"

The old man patted his chest, coughed twice, and said hoarsely.

"In my opinion, Fan Lao is not old!"

Liu Yi said with a smile, took out a set of clothes from the storage bag and threw it to the old man surnamed Fan.

The old man surnamed Fan looked lonely, shook his head without saying a word, took the clothes thrown by Liu Yi, put them on his body, covered his skinny body, and walked towards the way he came.

"I'll leave first when the task is completed, I'm old, but I can't stand this kind of toss!"

"That's nature, let's leave the rest to us!"

Liu Yi said with a smile.

After Liu Yi and the others completed the task, it was naturally impossible to pull these goods of the Three Rivers Gang back to Jinshui City, but escorted them to the designated city and handed them over to their own people to sell.

"Fan Lao's strength is very strong!"

"If it weren't for the fact that in the past three months, I have relied on my Blood Flame Divine Power to make a name for myself, this mission will definitely not be led by me!"

Liu Yi put away the essence blood of the man surnamed Gao, looked at the back of the old man surnamed Fan, and thought secretly.

In the past three months, Liu Yi has carried out more than a dozen missions, killing many disciples of the Three Rivers Gang and a large number of bandits.

Because he wanted to cover up the blood flame supernatural power, Liu Yidu first collected the essence blood of the corpse, and waited until there was no one to absorb and refine it.

So it was rumored that Liu Yi liked to drink blood, and Liu Yi had always used a knife, so he had the name of the blood blade.

After three months, the total amount of essence qi in Liu Yi's body has already been reached, and he can start to advance to the Yingjie stage.

According to the records of the True Interpretation of the Blood Origin, the monk must pour the qi in his body into the blood of the whole body at the beginning.

And establish an induction to form a weekly cycle, and at that time, Liu Yi's control of blood will be more handy.

Liu Yi's own understanding is that the initial infusion of qi into the blood of the whole body, the establishment of induction, and the formation of a small circulation in Zhoutian is the Yingjie period, that is, the foundation building period.

After filling the whole body with blood, the Zhoutian cycle is formed, and the battle period will be reached, that is, the Jindan stage.

Liu Yi tried it once last month and found that the essence in his body was only enough to induce fifty percent of the blood in his body.

If you want to break through to the Yingjie stage, you still need a lot of essence.

Liu Yi suddenly thought of the old man surnamed Fan again, and a trace of hesitation and struggle flashed in his eyes.

"Deacon Liu, the last peak realm martial artist in this caravan has also been killed!"

At this time, a sturdy man walked slowly and said calmly, followed by a man who was seventy percent similar in appearance, with weeds on his head.

"Well, inform the rest of the people, drive the carriage, and get ready to go!"

Liu nodded and said, looking at the burly man's dead head in the distance, revealing a hint of surprise:

"That must be the Three Rivers Gang's earth-splitting hammer, it can last for so long under the two of them, and its strength is really extraordinary!"

"If it weren't for those miscellaneous pieces who suddenly discovered that there was an ambush, and went a little further, I would have cooperated with my brother and killed them directly!"

The man with the weeds on his head said angrily:

"How the hell did they find out? We're so well disguised!"

"I said a long time ago that you should not engage in some bells and whistles, but you don't believe it!"

"Think about it with your head, what grass can grow out of the snow so deep?"

The elder brother of the two brothers, Zhang Yu, slapped the weeds off the head of his younger brother Zhang Chen.

"Am I not here for the sake of concealment!!"

Zhang Chen covered his head and said aggrievedly.

"Just your IQ!"

Zhang Yu said disdainfully.

"Okay, everyone, cheer up, lest there be any accidents!"

Liu Yi said loudly, suppressing his chaotic thoughts, forcing himself to stop thinking about the old man surnamed Fan.

After hearing this, everyone's eyes showed obvious fear, and the joy of the harvest immediately dissipated, and they performed their duties and drove the convoy on.

"You four, follow me!"

After Liu Yi finished speaking, he took the lead in entering a carriage, followed by the other five peak realm martial artists.

The carriage was in the middle of the convoy, and the spices burning slowly in the incense burner, the expensive furs on the chairs, the delicate snacks and fine tea leaves on the low table, all revealed the air of opulence.

In the small carriage, there was an old man in his fifties and two young women with charming faces and hot figures.

"You, you, you!!"

The old man looked panicked at this time, and his body kept squirming backwards, as if he could gain a sense of security by doing so.

But he was just an ordinary person, and he didn't ignite his essence and blood to become a martial artist, so this action could only be in vain.

Liu Yi glanced at the two brothers of Changyu and Zhangchen, and the latter suddenly understood, stood up with a cruel smile, pulled the old man up and threw him in the corner ......of the carriage, and then the two sat in the old man's seat and pulled the two women into their arms.

The old man didn't react when he saw this, and even smiled with a smile on his face:

"I'm just an ordinary person, adults raise your noble hands, just treat me as a fart, let me go!"

"Oh, that's not good, our brother sacrificed his life and forgot his life, fought bloody battles to save you from the robbers, and released you without any compensation, isn't it a great loss!"

Liu Yi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled softly.

The old man's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he hurriedly said:

"I'm the cousin of the leader of the Three Rivers Gang, as long as..."

"Don't talk nonsense, just say how much you're worth!"

Zhang Yu and Zhang Chen obviously pretended to be wicked people, and after listening to the words of the old man, Zhang Yu immediately opened his mouth and scolded.

Zhang Chen even showed a hideous, murderous smile again, the palm of his right hand was slightly forced, and a soft snort immediately sounded.

"Value, value, worth eight thousand taels, no, no, ten thousand taels, ten thousand taels!"

After the old man stammered a number, he saw Zhang Chen's murderous gaze again, and directly shuddered, and reported a number again.

"Hehe, ten thousand taels? Are you calling Hanako?"

Liu Yi sneered, changed to a comfortable position and lay on the chair, and said:

"Eighty thousand taels, when we return to Jinshui City, we will let you send a message to your relatives, no matter what method you use, as long as you make up eighty thousand taels, we will release you!"

"To be reasonable, I don't want much, think about whether your life is important, or these things outside your body are important!"

"But, but I don't have that much money!"

The old man looked like he wanted to cry without tears.

"That's your business, unless you want to be imprisoned by my Green Wolf Gang until you die!"

Liu Yi said indifferently.

"Yes!

The old man gasped and gritted his teeth in agreement.

After saying this, the old man seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed in the carriage.