All the way are in the wilderness, except for the uneven ruts on the ground, there is hardly a trace of people in sight, and the caravan is struggling to move along these winding mountain roads, like a group of travelers forgotten by the world, and before you know it, it has been more than a month. -

Towards the end of the year, the temperature in the mountains dropped suddenly, and the cold was easily bearable for these monks and the demon beasts pulling the carts, but the heavy snow made the roads muddy and difficult to walk, and the speed of the procession became slower and slower every day, making the dialects almost 'want' to leave alone.

Moreover, this mountain range is similar to Zhennan City, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is very thin, not to mention the breeding of spiritual things in such a place, even the monks have to rely on themselves to maintain most of their own cultivation. Therefore, no one on the road would use their mana, but they followed the team silently, and hundreds of people were silent, only the squeak of the wheels crushing the ground was heard.

In such an environment, I am afraid that even the demon beasts will be difficult to survive, where will there be robbers gathered here, and the little goods that they have robbed at the risk are not enough to maintain their cultivation. But how 'shrewd' the Wanling 'Gate' is, how could it 'spend' a lot of spirit stones to invite these hundreds of people in vain, if there may be any danger, it should still be the road ahead.

Just when the dialect was extremely helpless, on this day, the caravan came out of a valley, and suddenly its eyes suddenly opened up, and finally it was no longer the continuous mountains that it had seen before, and its vision became extremely broad. Under the heavy snowfall, the front is like an endless white "color" and "waves", from time to time "showing" a little green, these low hills may be full of life.

Along the path in the valley, the convoy sped briskly past, and the black-armored beast pulling the cart let out a few cheerful long roars, and the speed suddenly increased a lot. The monks on either side hurried a few steps to keep up, and then some climbed onto the roof of the carriage, and the rest followed suit, turning over and sitting on the roof of the carriage, stretching comfortably, or gathering together and chatting easily.

Who knew that after traveling dozens of miles, Fang Yan's eyebrows suddenly moved, as if he sensed something, but he quickly returned to normal, pretending to be as indifferent as everyone else. After a short time, several people flew out of the two beast carts at the front of the convoy, and while the vehicles behind them stopped moving, Edgeworth stood in the air and looked around.

At this time, dozens of people suddenly rushed out from a bush covered in ice and snow, quickly set up a formation and stopped on both sides of the convoy, each holding a bright spiritual weapon in his hand, and looked at several foundation building monks in mid-air with a fierce expression. Behind this group of people, hundreds of people rushed over, led by a monk dressed in a white 'color' coat, who had cultivated to reach the ninth layer of the foundation.

"Haha, it's not in vain that our brothers waited here for a day, and finally waited for a 'fat' sheep, it's not easy to find something to eat in this cold and snowy place, brothers should keep their eyes bright. The monk in a big hat laughed, shaking the 'fat' and 'flesh' on his face, but his strong body was very flexible, and he stood in the middle of the road lightly.

Behind him, a Zhuji monk wearing a yellow 'colored' demon beast skin jacket walked a few steps, stood beside the 'fat' monk and shouted to the convoy: "Listen to the people in front, this is our brother's territory, if you want to go over, you only need to leave half of the wealth, we only want to make money and not kill ourselves, you don't want to hurt yourself because of wealth, harm others and yourself!"

"Fellow Daoists, do you know which sect this caravan belongs to, and if you open your mouth and ask for half of the goods, you are not afraid that the owner of the caravan will blame you, so that you will have nowhere to live in South Vietnam in the future?" The leader of the convoy was an eighth-layer monk who built the foundation, not much worse than the fat monk in front of him, and besides, he was originally a disciple of the Wanling 'Gate', and this kind of scene was probably not the first time I had seen it.

Since they often walk outside, robbers and robbers are always inevitable, but after all, the Wanling 'Gate' has a reputation, and ordinary thieves naturally have scruples.

It's just that there are no less than twenty foundation building monks on the other side, and the origin is unknown, and there are only eleven or twelve on his side, and the strength comparison is quite different. Moreover, most of the people in the team are recruited temporarily, and it is difficult to say how much combat power they can have if they really want to fight with each other, so it is best to avoid fighting at this time.

"Hmph, what a big breath, it's really my brothers who are scared. To tell you the truth, there are a few of the businesses that are favored by us that do not have the support of the sect behind them, and in the end they do not obediently follow our rules. Don't talk nonsense, if you want money, you will leave your life, and if you want your life, you will leave half of your wealth. ”

The man wearing the yellow 'colored' animal skin said with a sneer, unwilling to spend more 'lips' with the other party, making it clear that he was relying on his own strength, and the victory or defeat was already clear if he really wanted to fight. The fat monk at the head didn't say a word, squinting at the people in the convoy, and at this time, many monks around Fang Yan were trembling with fright, and rolled off the roof of the car one by one.

"Ladies and gentlemen, these goods are the materials sent by my Wanling 'Gate' to the Great Instrument Sect, and they are all worthless low-level spiritual materials, otherwise it would be useless for you to take them with any of our labor. But I can't afford to wait for the 'getting' to lose it, so why don't I send these spirit stones down and use them as the money for the convoy to buy roads when passing through your land, so good?"

The disciple of the foundation building period of the Ten Thousand Souls 'Gate' held back his anger and said to those people in a harmonious voice, and for this reason, he did not hesitate to move the Great Instrument Sect out, and pointed out what was on the car, wanting to dispel the other party's thoughts. After all, it is their own side that suffers from the fight, although the sect 'sect' has also prepared a backup for this, but who knows how many people there are on the other side, and what else will happen on the road in the future.

"Is this a troublesome thing, the things in the car really can't be moved, but it's too shabby for Daoyou to take out this spirit stone. In my opinion, it is better for each of you to give one item, as long as these brothers of mine can see it, and as for those things that are not on the table, do not take them out and be embarrassed. I'll never ask for more, one per person, and I won't ask for anything far beyond your personal cultivation, so it's fair, right?"

Without waiting for others to speak, the fat monk suddenly spoke, listening to the tone, he was indeed a little jealous of the Wanling 'Gate', but he couldn't just send it away because of this. This gang of thieves is really interesting, others are fighting and robbing with open fire, but they have a discussion with the bitter master, where is this like a robbery, it is clearly doing business like the Wanling 'Gate', but there is no business.

"Hehe, what Daoyou said is light, one person and one treasure, I'm afraid I can't promise it for them. If Daoist friends feel that these spirit stones are too few, can they report the number, we can discuss it later. "The person from the Wanling 'Gate' is not a fool, if he agrees to the other party's request, this caravan will soon disperse on its own, who is willing to take that little spirit stone as a reward, but he has to 'hand' a treasure of his own here.

"Hmph, it's so insincere, what's the benefit of saying more, since you're determined to do it, let's see the truth under your hands. Surround them all, and don't let one go!" cried the fat monk exclaimed. At this time, he looked like a robber, and he had to reason with people before robbing things, which was really rare.

As he snapped, the group quickly gathered around the convoy, and the more than a dozen foundation building monks behind the fat monk immediately stood in formation beside him tacitly, and the spearhead of the attack was all aimed at several foundation building monks in mid-air, as well as the two beast carts in front.

As soon as this group of people made a move, they were all their strongest means, and they wanted to take advantage of the strength of the crowd to defeat the opponent's sharpness first.

At this moment, I saw the roofs of the two beast carts "bang" and fly up, and then from the roof of the car 'shot' a dense array of crossbow arrows, all aimed at the robbers who gathered together in the foundation period. The monks who had been standing in the air jumped backwards in unison, leaving only those who had just launched an attack and had no time to stop.

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