I made myths

Chapter 110
"You little fairy! We in the village are all short-sighted people, so we really don't know you."

"Yes, we are all responsible people. If there is something that offends you, you can mention it! We will definitely change it!"

"Me too!"

……

The noisy voices entered Chuan'er's ears, and they all turned into harsh and indistinct noises.

He didn't understand why good people should be slaughtered, but these bad people can live comfortably.

Being approached by an enemy, he can pretend to be innocent without any pressure, as if he has been greatly wronged.

Anger and hatred filled his heart, his arms were unconsciously raised high, and the first long sword he made himself was shining coldly under the sunlight.

Shine——

The blade pierced through the air, stood on the bandit leader's neck, and slid across it as easily as cutting tofu.

A large head fell down with the prostration of the body, and the headless corpse prostrated again, only then did it realize that it was decapitated and powerless, and blood gushed out like a spring.

The stinky blood sprayed on Chuan'er's shoes and calves, and also dyed the vision of the bandit worshiping red.

They were slightly taken aback, and it took a while to realize what had happened. With violent expressions on their faces, they picked up the thing thrown at their feet and rushed towards Chuan'er.

"Little bastard! We brothers humbled each other, but you still have to be merciful! If we kill our masters, there is nothing to say! Brothers! You are dead, you are useless, you can't die, follow me..."

Before he could finish speaking, the bandit found that his vision kept falling and spinning, and he could actually see his body, but... where did his head go?
"the second."

Chuan'er held a long sword that was taller than her body, and walked towards her former enemy step by step. The identities of the two parties were reversed at this moment, and the weak had become the strong.

At this moment, he no longer cared whether these bandits remembered him, or whether they remembered the innocent villagers who were brutally killed by them in the village.

They are nothing more than beasts, and they take killing people as a pleasure. Ask them who they killed, it is better to ask them what they ate yesterday.

It is only myself who punishes them for being disgusting. It is better to send them to Yan Luo and let Yan Luo judge them.

The death of the leader did not overwhelm their arrogance, but made them even more furious, rushing forward one after another to fight with Chuan'er.

Chopping with knives, Chuan'er just crossed the long sword in his hand, and easily blocked the attacks of a dozen bandits. What's more, the machete hacked half of the sword for no reason.

At this time, Chuan'er has reached the spiritual level and awakened his powerful physique - the jade bone.

Those with this physique have bones as crystal clear as jade, and can nourish the flesh and blood of the whole body with the continuous production of blood, thereby enhancing the strength of the physical body.

The body of a master can be compared to the god of gold and jade, invincible, even time can hardly destroy it.

It can be said that this is a very comprehensive physique, but the power depends on one's own natural strength. The more talented a person is, the more the power of jade bones can be exerted to the extreme.

Chuan'er used his arms to push forward, knocking more than a dozen bandits to the ground, and slashed back with his backhand, cutting off the bandits who wanted to sneak attack from behind.

Taking a slight step back, he easily dodged the attacks from both sides, raised his arms slightly, swung out a semicircle, and two big heads flew up again.

With his attitude of being in constant danger, his calm and cold expression, and his appearance covered in blood, he looked like a short Shura crawling out of the underworld.

Not long after, there was no more wailing in the cottage, Chuan'er stood there quietly, clenched the blood-stained long sword in his hand in a daze.

It wasn't until Wen Qian stepped forward to caress the top of his head, dispersed the stench of blood with spiritual energy, and cleaned his clothes and weapons before he came back to his senses.

"Next time handle it yourself."

"understood."

Putting away the long sword, Chuan'er looked at the mess all over the ground, and couldn't help trembling. He understood: "Death cannot eliminate hatred. The sadness in my heart has not diminished at all, but it has become more depressed."

"Master, let's bury them. Although the weather has turned cold, there is still a possibility of plague."

"can."

Wen Qian didn't break it, and used spiritual energy to dig a big pit, buried all the bandits hastily, and covered the ruins of the cottage on the mound.

"We can take revenge, but we can't be as inhuman as they are. You are doing the right thing, so you don't have to worry about it."

"I know, thank you Master, where are we going next?"

"Go to the land under Suihuang's rule and meet the first emperor of the human race. I have questions to ask him."

The two of them had no time to rest, and embarked on a journey again, heading to the area ruled by Emperor Sui.

The coexistence of the three emperors is also a tripartite confrontation. The three clans have their own areas of interaction, and they may encounter various difficulties and obstacles along the way.

Bandits are just appetizers, monster races hidden in various places, all kinds of poisonous plants and insects, natural disasters and man-made disasters are the most dangerous things.

Fortunately, Wen Qian still broke through the prefecture level a while ago, and he said that he didn't get the reward of fictional myths, which made him a little uncomfortable, but overall he was happy.

Compared with the spiritual level, the earth level is indeed a qualitative leap. Breaking away from the shackles of the earth, one can soar freely in the sky. A breeze.

After working for seven days, the two of them were tired of thinking, so they found a newly built city and planned to rest for a day.

Unexpectedly, not long after entering the city, Chuan'er saw an acquaintance, and that acquaintance also saw him and waved slightly at him.

Chuan'er responded with a smile and waved, and said to Wen Qian, "Master, this is the kind sister of the caravan I told you about."

"Then go and meet, last time you and Jiang Yan most likely scared people."

"Probably not, I think she's not that timid."

Chuan'er and Wen Qian stepped forward together, and Chuan'er greeted the woman in a low voice: "Big sister, why are you here."

His voice was extremely low, not as leisurely as when he was far away, and he was a little shy.

At the same time, the woman in the caravan was also a little shy, her face turned red when she took one look at Wen Qian, she quickly lowered her head and dared not look again, but she still couldn't help but sneak a look from the corner of her eye.

Wen Qian nodded, very satisfied with the face he pinched, although it was inferior to the original body.

"Since the two of you know each other, let's have a good chat. I'll take a look around."

"Oh."

Chuan'er felt a little regretful, but there was no turning back, so he could only whisper to the woman.

Wen Qian began to look around in front of the stalls set up by the caravan, most of them were eating fabric jewelry, and there was nothing worth paying attention to.

He smelled the smell in the air and smelled the aroma of glutinous rice. He thought he had nowhere to go, so he found the glutinous rice dumpling booth and sat down, and ordered some glutinous rice dumpling with sugar.

Sitting at the booth, looking at the steaming iron pot with nothing to do, the glutinous rice is steaming in it.

The water boiled under the burning of the flame, and the water vapor kept pushing against the lid of the pot, trying to break free from the shackles of the lid, but was pressed down again and again, and the temperature remained in the pot.

Obviously, the energy of the water at this moment is not enough to destroy the pot and the lid that surrounds it.

"Guest, here are the glutinous rice balls you asked for."

The sudden words interrupted Wen Qian's thinking, and he responded subconsciously: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, the previous thoughts are almost gone, so I just stop thinking about it and enjoy the delicious food in front of me.

(End of this chapter)