Zheng Dong's almost disregarded attitude completely angered the middle-aged scribe, and he slammed the folding fan in his right hand into the palm of his left hand, and there was a metallic humming sound when the entire folding fan was closed.

"I have no intention of being an enemy of you, even if you take this girl away, we will treat it as if we have never seen each other, and we will go our separate ways, what do you think. Zheng Dong retracted his gaze, refocused on the middle-aged scribe, and said with a little helplessness with his hands spread.

"Girl, we will definitely take it, we will also take your life, no way, curiosity kills the cat, who let you know too much. The middle-aged scribe held his chin in his hand and said in a very regretful tone.

"There is no room for negotiation?"

"No, in fact, we never like to consult with people who are destined to die. ”

"Then it seems that there is no choice but to fight. Zheng Dong shook his head and sighed, as the last word came out, his foot stomped on the ground suddenly, and a pale red true qi came out, and the bluestone under his feet exploded completely, and the scattered stones shot at the middle-aged scribe in a fan-like shape.

Catching the waist knife that also flew up, Zheng Dong kicked back, kicked the cloak at Zhao Yuwei, and shouted in his mouth: "Put on it, ride my horse and hurry up." ”

Zhao Yuwei caught the cloak and draped it on her body, and in the waterhole, she had already stepped on the horse's back, and she didn't know if it was the horse psychic, or if she felt the breath of Zheng Dong on the cloak, the horse neighed, and turned into a red sudden wind and ran into the distance.

After feeling the terrifying aura in the forest chasing the horse away, Zheng Dong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said that the pressure brought to him by the other party, the enemy who could not be hidden, at least a second-order qi practitioner, with his newly advanced strength, let alone fighting, it was unknown whether he could escape from the opponent's hands.

"I tried my best to lure my companion away, and it seems that you really don't take me seriously!" the middle-aged scribe's gloomy voice slowly sounded.

Zheng Dong raised his eyes and saw that the gravel that flew towards the other party just now was being pulled by an earthy yellow air current, constantly rotating around the opponent's body, not only failed to cause damage to it, but added a layer of shield to the other party, the other party had obviously the earth yuan true qi, according to the trajectory of the true qi, the other party's deep true qi Cheng Dù had reached the peak of the first order of qi training, just now he could have stopped himself but did not do so, and looked at Zhao Yuwei to lead away his companions, obviously absolutely confident that he could eat himself.

"Tu Yuan's true qi is strong and weak, and there is no bonus to the degree, if I want to go, you may not be able to stop it. Zheng Dong's last sentence came out, and he suddenly reflexively jumped up more than ten feet vertically, and his body fled into the distance like lightning, and even the package containing the belongings in the forest was resolutely abandoned.

Zheng Dong, who was running for his life, suddenly stopped from the rush, his face showed a little solemnity, because the middle-aged scribe was not left behind by him, but unhurriedly shook the folding fan and paced, seemingly slow pace, but no matter how he added, he couldn't pull away a little, and he suddenly knew that it was impossible to get rid of the other party by his degree.

"Although there is no bonus to the degree of Tu Yuan's true qi, the pacing and walking I have mastered is also a spiritual method, if it can't even be compared to the so-called light skills of the mundane, let me have no face!" The middle-aged scribe looked at Zheng Dong with a folding fan in his hand and said proudly, he had already seen that the young man in front of him not only had just broken through to Qi cultivation, but also did not know how to practice spiritual spells, and the so-called ordinary martial arts were nothing more than a joke at the level of Qi practitioners.

"Whether it's spiritual law or martial arts, as long as you can kill people, since you have repeatedly forced each other, it's better not to die. Zheng Dong's face suddenly appeared a sense of anger, a dragon groan, a long red light, just a flash in front of the middle-aged scribe, the flying sand and stone gas cover was broken by the sword qi as soon as it came into contact, and it was also thanks to this barrier that the middle-aged scribe narrowly avoided it, but half of the sleeve was still rubbed by the sword qi, and a white flower arm was exposed to the air.

Suddenly suffered a small loss, which suddenly made the middle-aged scribe resentful, and just wanted to pinch the spirit of the hand to give the other party some color to see, but he didn't expect Zheng Dong's sword light to be like a raging storm shrouded him underneath, and he didn't give him time to pinch the trick and chant the spell at all, if it weren't for the wonderful pacing, he would have been chopped into meat paste, even so he was completely caught in Zheng Dong's attack rhythm, and he didn't even have a chance to breathe, let alone fight back.

Zheng Dong's knife technique is not mysterious, the only feature is a word "fast", how many Jiangyang thieves were planted on this fast word before, when he advanced to practice qi, the degree of swinging the knife was ten times faster, it can be said that the knife light is like a wheel of water splashed, plus Zheng Dong's waist knife is an ancestral heirloom, although it looks the same as an ordinary fast waist knife, but it is actually made of dark iron, not to mention that the divine soldier is also a sharp weapon, and it can fully withstand Zheng Dong's low-level true qi infusion without damage to the blade.

The first-order qi practitioner himself has a shallow amount of true qi, and the spells that can be cast are not many and the time is slow, if he casts spells calmly at a distance, Zheng Dong will definitely not be able to resist, but the middle-aged scribe should not be held up, and Zheng Dong seized the opportunity to get close to him, and for a time he completely fell into a situation of being passively beaten.

As the saying goes, if you keep it for a long time, you will lose, the middle-aged scribe couldn't dodge, and was slashed in the back by the knife light, and with a puff of scorched smoke, there was an extra wound on his back that was a few feet long, and the rolled flesh was completely charred, and even exposed a white spine.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Zheng Dong took advantage of the fact that the other party's injured body was inconvenient, and slashed at the opponent's neck with a heavy knife, and the middle-aged scribe who had already suffered a heavy blow could no longer completely avoid this blow.

"The junior deceives people too much, so let's die together!" In the face of the slashing sword light, the middle-aged scribe did not dodge or dodge at all, but concentrated the Tuyuan True Qi on his left arm, erected his head to block the sword, and quickly took out a black golden ball from his arms with his right hand, and a stream of true qi was directly injected into the golden ball.

The moment he saw the golden ball, Zheng Dong's head exploded, and he recognized that the golden ball was the pseudo-extreme flame tribulation thunder cast by the Xuantie Wei in Qingshi Town, even if the power was only one-tenth of the real product, it was not a junior qi practitioner who could follow, even if an intermediate qi practitioner did not have a spiritual weapon to protect himself, he would be crushed if he was hit head-on.

He didn't care about hurting the other party again, his whole body retreated sharply, and while retreating, he frantically waved the waist knife in his hand, and the dense knife qi was combined together, forming a sword qi shield in front of Zheng Dong.

The air shield made of sword light shattered instantly, Zheng Dong was like being hit by a crazy elephant, his eyes were pitch black, his ears exploded and roared, and the whole person was thrown dozens of feet away, and in the process of flying, more than 100 blood arrows shot out from his body, instantly impregnating him into a transparent bloody man.

It took a long time for Zheng Dong's consciousness to return, struggling to get up from the ground, his eyes opened a blood-red, the dirty blood had already covered his facial features and seven orifices, as the five senses gradually recovered, he realized that hundreds of openings bloomed up and down his body, as if he had been crushed by Ling Chi, at least half of the blood in his body flowed out of the wounds, and his body was extremely weak, the only thing to be thankful for was that although there were many wounds, they were not wide, which did not kill him.

The middle-aged man's position, there was a diameter of more than ten zhang, a radial huge pit, the bottom of the pit has appeared a shallow layer of sewage, the middle-aged scribe has long been gone, the only thing left is half a residual fan, and his ancestral waist knife has been completely broken, there is still a knife handle with a half-foot-long residual blade, desolate obliquely inserted into the edge of the pit.

Zheng Dong stumbled to the edge of the pool, washed the dirty blood on his body with the help of the pool water, and ran to the forest to unwrap himself, found the porcelain bottle containing the gold sore medicine from the middle of the gold and silver, tore off the clothes and pants that were broken into strips of cloth on his body, and smeared the gold sore medicine all over his body.

Fortunately, there was also a change of clothes in the package, so that Zheng Dong would not run naked, but the belt used to store the gold leaves was also broken, and those gold leaves could only be placed in the package with the gold and silver he collected, and the package was tied diagonally to his body, Zheng Dong planned to leave here, so as not to be blocked by the middle-aged scribe accomplices coming back.

Zheng Dong, who was about to leave, suddenly heard a sound of horses' hooves in his ears, he looked in the direction where the sound came from with apprehension, and suddenly saw his fiery red horse, which was pacing towards him at a steady pace, and the horse snorted a little impatiently, it didn't seem to want to move, but was forced to move forward by an invisible force field.

On horseback, Zhao Yuwei sat upright, her whole body did not move, but a pair of eyes looked at Zheng Dong anxiously, desperately trying to express something with her eyes, but she couldn't even roll her eyes.

Zheng Dong sighed slightly, he couldn't avoid the disaster that should come, but he just gave up his life to fight, he had lost his weapon and his body was still injured, and he was one rank lower than the other party, no matter how he looked at it, he had little life.

"Ahem, cough ......" accompanied by a violent coughing sound, an old man slowly paced out of the forest, dressed in a gray cloth suit, with a jet-black bead chain hanging around his neck, a hemp rope wrapped around his waist, a black gold cigarette pouch pot was obliquely inserted on the hemp rope, the snow-white head was tied with a small braid with a red rope at the back of the neck, and the wrinkles on the rough and dark skin were piled up, he hunched his waist with one hand behind his back, and the other hand clenched his fist on his chin, and every step was accompanied by bursts of violent coughing.

No matter who sees him for the first time, they will subconsciously regard him as an ordinary old farmer in the mountains, but such an old man who seems to be terminally ill and will be blown down by the wind in the aisle has brought Zheng Dong a heavy pressure like a mountain.

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