Gou Becomes a Boss in the Fairy World

"Wu Xiu!"

When Wang Chen's fine copper whistle smashed a sneak attacker with a knife into meat paste, there was a burst of exclamation in the surrounding forest.

Martial arts refers to monks who have entered the Tao through martial arts. Before practicing Qi, they are innate masters, even martial arts masters.

Wuxiu's combat power is notoriously strong, especially in melee combat, which is almost unmatched by monks of the same level.

It's just that Wu Xiu can sweep away his peers during the Qi training period, but it is even more difficult to break through and open the house.

Even so, idle high-level Qi practitioners dare not provoke mid-level and low-level martial artists.

The attacker realized that he and the others might have bumped into an iron plate this time.

However, before they could do the next step, Wang Chen had already entered the forest like a tiger. He swept away dozens of steps between breaths, and the fine copper whistle stick in his hand whipped up a howling wind, sweeping away the two attackers with bows and arrows. .

Both of them were startled, and subconsciously flew back.

Boom! Boom!

Accompanied by two dreams, the two attackers were unexpectedly smashed by the whistle sticks to break the aura of protection.

It was smashed into two halves!

The dark brown fine copper whistle stick was covered with blood mist, like a dragon sailing out to sea, swinging heavy stick shadows, and fell on the heads of the other three sneak attackers.

The three sneak attackers had no time to dodge, their heads were all blown up!

"Grandpa, please forgive me!"

At this time, the only attacker in the woods was a middle-aged monk in a blue-gray robe.

He was the farthest away from Wang Chen, so he lived to the end, but he witnessed his companion being mercilessly slaughtered by Wang Chen, and he was so frightened that his limbs became stiff, and he had no strength to escape.

He knelt down on the ground with a thump, and begged tearfully, "There is an eighty-year-old mother on the villain..."

"If you say another word of nonsense, I will smash you to death!"

Wang Chen was holding the fine copper whistle stick stained with blood, and the corner of his mouth was raised to reveal a mouthful of white teeth.

In the eyes of the middle-aged monk, his smile at this time was scarier than the devil, and he trembled all over and fell silent.

Wang Chen stepped in front of the other party, smashed the fine copper whistle stick in his hand to the ground, and said, "I ask you to answer, understand?"

The middle-aged monk nodded like a pounding garlic.

Wang Chen asked in a deep voice, "Why did you intercept me?"

The expression of the middle-aged monk was as if he had swallowed a ton of gall, and his whole body was soaked in bitter juice.

It turned out that he and the few monks who were killed by Wang Chen were all bandits entrenched in the nearby mountains, and they often ambush the road left to rob passing business travelers or lone cultivators.

Seeing Wang Chen walking alone today, he had evil thoughts, wanting to kill people and steal money.

"The villain was also forced to join the group, and he has never done anything that hurts nature and reason!"

This middle-aged cultivator's five-level qi training is not very low, but he is not good at fighting.

In fact, he is a medical practitioner, who is good at diagnosis, treatment, detoxification and other spells.

Every time the gang of bandits robbed, they would take him with them.

Equivalent to the role of a medical soldier.

Intuition told Wang Chen that this guy wasn't lying, and there was no bloody aura on him.

He thought for a while and said: "Well, take me to your cottage, and I will let you live."

"ah?"

The middle-aged monk was taken aback.

The group of bandits he was forced to join had hundreds of people. The leader, Heimiansha, had the highest level of cultivation, reaching the eighth level of Qi training, and there were thirty or forty people at the beginning of Qi training and others under him. Intermediate casual repair.

And many innate warriors!

With this kind of strength, even a monk who has perfected his Qi training has to stay away.

Although Wang Chen is a martial artist, how can he compete with this group of horse thieves with his seven-level qi training?

"Black-faced Sha is not easy to provoke."

The middle-aged monk persuaded him earnestly: "The black evil function he cultivates kills people invisible. He once killed a monk who practiced Qi at the ninth level. If you let him know that you killed his subordinates..."

In his opinion, Wang Chen was looking for his own death by going to the Heimiansha cottage.

He didn't dissuade Wang Chen purely out of good intentions, but mainly because he was afraid of hurting himself, and he was also fed to the snake cave by the black face.

"Leave it alone."

Wang Chen patted the other person on the shoulder and said, "As long as you take me to the ground, I'll let you go."

Wang Chen disguised himself and walked alone all the way, just for fishing.

He noticed the prying eyes before, and deliberately exposed the Lingshi hidden in the luggage.

Sure enough, a few small miscellaneous fish were attracted.

But Wang Chen's ultimate goal is to use this group of thieves to dig out the roots of the Xuanyi Horse Bandit Group.

Bandits and horse thieves in many places have connections with each other, passing news to each other or buying and selling transactions, and when necessary, they will join together to make a big deal.

Of course, it is also possible that the other party has nothing to do with the Xuanyi horse bandits.

But it doesn't matter, Wang Chen asked Zuo Xiaomo to inquire about the news before, knowing where there were bandits in the area around Beiwang City, just look for them one by one.

There are always clues to be found!

His character target Xuanyi Taoist this time is extremely cunning, his whereabouts are strange, he comes and goes without a trace, and he changes places immediately after making a vote.

Moreover, horse thieves live in no fixed place, and usually disguise themselves as herdsmen or caravans, making it even more difficult to catch their horses.

The goal of the mission is to travel back and forth on the border between the two states, and Wang Chen doesn't have the ability to penetrate the sky and the earth, so it is impossible for him to wander around and try his luck like a blind man touching an elephant.

So he came up with the idea of ​​following the vine.

Originally, it would be best to cooperate with Ji Yongtai on this matter. The latter belongs to the local snake and must be well informed. It is impossible to say that he has no knowledge of the situation of the Xuanyi horse bandits.

But Wang Chen suspects that the other party has a connection with Taoist Xuanyi, and asking him for help is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger.

Therefore, the strategy of Mingxiu plank road and dark Chencang was adopted.

As the saying goes, the arm can't twist the thigh, and seeing Wang Chen insisting on not listening to his persuasion, the middle-aged monk could only sigh and lead the way obediently.

"etc."

Wang Chen pointed to the corpses on the ground: "The storage bags on them belong to you."

It is impossible for these bandits who are so poor to rob their way to have any good treasures on them, and Wang Chen didn't bother to search for them.

In the spirit of not wasting, this guy who was forced to fall into the grass was simply cheap.

The middle-aged monk was greatly surprised, but he also relaxed a lot.

He was most afraid that Wang Chen would throw it away when he was done using it, and kill himself when he got there.

Looking at what Wang Chen meant now, it was obvious that he had no such intention, and a trace of gratitude could not help but arise in his heart.

After snatching away the storage bags of several bandits as quickly as possible, the middle-aged monk took Wang Chen to his lair.

Heimiansha's cottage is not far away, but it is extremely difficult to find it hidden in the deep mountains.

The two trekked dozens of miles of mountain roads, and a valley hidden between dangerous peaks appeared in front of them.

"There is a cave in the innermost part..."

The middle-aged monk wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "The black-faced demons are hiding inside."

Wang Chen nodded, and suddenly slapped the opponent on the back of the head.