These bandits had never seen such neat and agile skills, and they were all frightened.

At this moment, the door of the broken temple was pushed open, making a piercing sound like a broken gong, and a cool breeze blew in, and a man with a Chinese face, big ears and big eyes, and a very thick face, carrying a cloth bag and flashing inside, casually covered the temple door.

He stared at the cloth bag and snorted.

A thief said: "The second master, the brothers have an idea, and they have encountered hard stubble. ”

The man glanced twice at the thieves lying on the ground, frowned, glanced at the heart again, and walked over, wanting to relieve his companion. Who knew that he bowed his back and kneaded it for a while, and everyone just shouted in pain, ghosts cried and howled, but the acupoints could not be unraveled.

"Second, two masters, hey, you gave me a knife. ”

With a smile in his heart, he arched his hand and said: "Brothers, the younger brother just wants to spend the night for one night, and has no other intentions, if there is anything offended, please bear with me." As he spoke, he flicked his fingers several times, only to hear the sound of snorting, and the thief who had fallen to the ground suddenly became well, and struggled to get up with a hellish expression on his face.

The second master looked surprised, looked his heart up and down, and said, "Thank you, little brother, for raising your noble hand." He took off the cloth bag on his back, put it on the ground, and slowly opened it, and it was actually a large bag of wine and vegetables, roast chicken, and lamb leg, so it was not rich.

I smelled the smell of burning knives, and I puffed my nose again.

The second master raised his hand, threw a jar of burning knives to the feet of the heart, and said: "This broken temple is leaking, drink some wine and warm your body." "It's hard for him to be skillful, this ceramic jar fell to the ground, and it didn't break.

He didn't shirk his heart, patted open the mud, picked up the wine jar, and drank wildly.

The second master did not turn his head, and beckoned all the thieves to drink wine and eat meat, and on the fourth watch, everyone was full of wine and food, took their swords, and made peace with another group of bandits, and gathered seventy or eighty people, and went together to the barren mountains and mountains.

I found that among this group of bandits, there are more than 20 strong men with long internal breath and steady pace, and these people's kung fu is definitely not weak, even if they go to Wucheng Wangfu to find an errand to protect the hospital, it is more than enough, and they really don't look like people who will fall into bandits.

Curiosity arose, and quietly followed. These men, women, and children, all carried bows and arrows, and weapons of all kinds, including axes, sickles, and poles carrying water. The second master brought a bright scimitar, which was the kind of iron knife made in the grassland, and when he cut it on a stone, he would curl the blade, and he was really not a competent guy.

The gang of bandits stepped on the idea in advance, went straight to a relatively dangerous mountain road, and divided a few people to patrol around, to make sure that no one noticed, and ambushed on the spot.

This mountain road leads to Jiukun Ridge, which is the main road from the north of Danyang City. When the bandits are properly hidden, it is already five watches, and the sun rises in the east.

Not long after, a young couple passed by, the woman's face was white, although the eyebrows and eyes were not very good, but the body was enchanting, and the waist and limbs were twisted when walking, which was very attractive. The man was carrying a heavy burden and sweating profusely, not like a practitioner, but like a fat sheep.

The thieves stared at the young woman, their eyes shining, their breathing getting heavier, and their saliva almost reaching the ground, and strangely enough, they did not move until the back of the young couple disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

After a while, a small caravan passed by, only a dozen people, driving three mule carts, a very rich little old man, riding a small donkey to follow, swaying away in the dust.

This gang of bandits was really calm, and they still didn't move. The twenty or so sturdy men are even more stable, one or two, just like stone carvings.

I wondered a little, what did this strange combination of cut robbers and mysterious masters want to do?

Suddenly, I heard the sound of hooves, and the shopkeeper of the South Beauty Restaurant rode a jujube red old horse, holding a longbow and carrying a bag of feather arrows, galloping over.

When he arrived, the shopkeeper turned over and dismounted, stretched out his hand and patted lightly on the horse's buttocks, and the horse trotted and went into the mountains to graze.

Those thieves were very in awe of the shopkeeper, and greeted each other, and the second master stepped forward and saluted, "Mr. Cong Jing, what is the news?"

Chang Congjing took out a black square scarf from his arms, covered his face, and said, "There are still fifteen miles, they are fast, and they will arrive in the blink of an eye." "This group of thieves are all coarse cloth and short hexagrams, and he is the only one wearing a long robe, which is very conspicuous.

The suspicion in his heart is even worse, this Mr. Cong Jing, it is said that he was lifted by someone, and later he was implicated in the Enke fraud case and lost his reputation, if he is willing to spend money to do something, it is not difficult to be an official and a master. I really can't imagine that he would be involved in this kind of robbery business.

Waiting for everyone to hide again, Chang Congjing stepped on the seven-star step, chanted a mantra in a low voice, and arranged a blinding method. Ji Xin was even more surprised, this person was a monk, but there was no aura fluctuation on his body.

I saw that the mountain road was dusty, and several horse-drawn carriages were gradually approaching. Two teams of middle-aged men rode horses and guarded the sides of the first carriage. These men wore long boots, animal skins, long knives and bows and arrows on their backs, and quivers around their waists, all dressed as steppe warriors.

From the third carriage onwards, the people who acted as guards on the side were no longer warriors of the Qiang tribe, but soldiers of the Dayong tribe.

He looked at the wolf head symbol of the royal family of the Qiang clan on the carriage, and his pupils shrank. On the grassland, the cavalry of the Qiang and Qiang tribes plundered the Dayong border every year. A carriage with this kind of symbol, if it appeared in Yuyang City, it was estimated that it would be able to fill a cart of feather arrows.

The two men who walked in front glanced at the narrow and steep mountain road, reined in their horses, craned their necks to look into the distance, and muttered a few words, when the man on the left whistled, and the falcon on his shoulder let out a loud cry and flew into the sky.

Chang Congjing was uneasy in his heart, this spear falcon is commonly known as Haidongqing, his eyes are very sharp, he can see any movement within ten miles, and he doesn't know if he can hide the flat-haired beast.

I saw the falcon flutter its wings and sweep high in the air, and after a moment it suddenly circled and flew low, and as soon as its wings were retracted, like a projected dart, it swooped down rapidly, and caught a prey in the dead grass of the snow like lightning.

At this moment, the hearts of all the thieves rose to their throats, and they almost couldn't help but draw their bows and shoot arrows. Although they did not recognize the falcon, they also recognized that it was a bird of prey. The falcon was so fast that before they could change their minds, the falcon had already rushed overhead, grabbed a hare, turned around and flew back.

In the billowing smoke and dust, the convoy got closer and closer, and finally entered the best range, Chang Cong waved his hand, and the bandits fired arrows in unison.

By the time those warriors of the Qiang tribe reacted, more than a dozen of them had already fallen off their horses, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. The team was well-trained and unflustered, and the leader shouted loudly, the soldiers with shields stepped forward, and the archers stepped back and began to fight back.

Chang Congjing did not come forward, the two dozen or so strong men took the lead, led the bandits to rush and kill, and under the cover of bows and arrows, cut off the convoy from it, and several large carts with deep ruts behind were cut off by them.

A little green-robed civil official came out of a carriage and said, "This is a gift from His Majesty to the grassland royal family, you are so bold, don't you want to die?"

The second master pulled his bow and arrow, swished, and was in the middle of the official's hat, and the civil official's shocked face was like earth, and he sat on the wheel. The second master laughed and said: "This is Dayong's national tax, the people's hard-earned money, how can it be given to the enemy state, Ji Liang'er can be punished!"

I thought to myself, the Qiang cavalry got so much money, and bought weapons and armor on the black market, but it was the people of Biansai who suffered, and those 20 or so strong men might be from the palace. I don't know if it was Ang Lee or my uncle?

Suddenly, a coquettish sound was heard, and the carriage of the second carriage was torn apart in an instant, and a red cloud flew into the sky, turning into a beautiful woman dressed in red.

Chang Congjing finally made a move, he had no pity for the jade, took out a pair of judge's pens from his arms, and pointed at Aya's eyes.

Looking at the inch-long sharp nails on Aya's hands, listening to the sound of Chang Congjing's clothes tearing, he felt a lot of emotion. It's a pity that Chang Congjing doesn't have a strong body protection skill, not only his clothes are torn into strips, but even his body is caught with blood marks.

Hey, this girl, it's still so violent.

Seeing that Chang Congjing's gang was about to be disemboweled, he stepped forward and dragged him away.

With a thud, Aya's claws struck on the back of the heart, breaking the iron pot.

said that it was too late, and then it was too fast, and he bowed down sharply, hit his back into Aya's arms, and pasted a piece of yellow charm on her forehead with his backhand, and then rolled up his sleeve robe, and Aya showed her original form, turning into a three-eyed white wolf, and was held in the crook of her arm.

"Who are you, how can you use Feng Qingyan's Tibetan Technique?"

Thinking of Feng Qingyan, Aya was sweet for a while, sad for a while, and even suspected that the person in front of her was Feng Qingyan's disguise. Thinking like this, her body trembled slightly, she raised her head to stare at her heart, and her bowels turned for a while.

Since Aya is now a little wolf, her eyes are very similar to the pitiful appearance of a kitten and a puppy begging for food.

Ji Xin couldn't help but stretch out his hand, touched Aya's snow-white fur, and said softly: "The Returning to Tibet Technique has been passed down for a long time, and it's not surprising that I will use it." I heard that the Heavenly Machine Palace Master has captured you several times, and because he admires the steppe wolf god to protect the side, he released you again. I will imitate him once, and I will not embarrass you. ”

Chang Congjing said: "Aya, it is enough for you to be worshiped by the herdsmen's incense and protect the wind and rain on the grassland." As for the war between the grassland and Dayong, this is not something you can meddle in, besides, if the steppe wolf god is involved in the worldly battle, will the cultivators of Dayong stand by and watch?"

Before the words fell, Ji Xin suddenly shouted, it turned out that Aya bit him, and when he let go of his hand, he broke free and ran away. While running, this girl also slandered: Damn guy, who do you think you are, and follow Feng Qingyan?