The juniors are all bosses, so I can only hang up

Although the three of them gave up Yujian flying, they have another way. Flying consumes a lot of real energy, but if it is just blessing on the feet, the amount used is negligible.

Similar to the lightness skills in the mortal world, the three jumped back and forth on the big trees on both sides of the official road, and they could jump more than ten meters away in the blink of an eye.

Ouyang was in a daze, and Leng Qingsong beside him was obviously not used to walking like this. He used to fly directly on weekdays, but suddenly he couldn't walk with his feet, but after a little adaptation, he was able to follow Behind Ouyang.

The two jumped forward between the trees, and suddenly there was a shout of killing in front of them.

Ouyang frowned, not wanting to care about such things.

As I said before, as a monk, don't easily intervene in the cause and effect between mortals, otherwise it will not be beneficial to practice.

Before Ouyang could speak, Leng Qingsong behind him had already rushed over.

After all, you are still young, whenever you encounter injustice, you will strike with a sword, without any consequences at all.

Before he opened his mouth to call Leng Qingsong to stop, Leng Qingsong had already drawn out his sword and rushed down, Ouyang supported his confused butt and followed.

Ouyang stepped on a branch and looked down.

The two sides below have been fighting for a long time, and there are people lying on the ground everywhere.

However, it was obvious that one side was a masked bandit in coarse linen, and the other side was a guard in a uniform training suit.

Although the guards were well-equipped and skilled, they were outnumbered. There were only about [-] guards, and they had to be distracted to protect the carriages behind them.

On the other hand, bandits, a group of rabble, with weapons and even hoes and sickles in their hands, but the victory lies in the large number of people, and they are so numerous that they march forward one after another, shouting to kill the sky.

So the guards were quickly surrounded by bandits, and the encirclement was shrinking, and the casualties were also increasing.

When Leng Qingsong fell from the tree holding his sword, the battle situation was finally turned around.

Although his cultivation was suppressed, but for Leng Qingsong, whose kendo aptitude was as high as 11 points, the level of his cultivation had nothing to do with killing people with a sword.

A silver wandering dragon walked among the bandits, and everywhere it went, people turned their backs on their backs. Before the bandits realized what was going on, they fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.

Every bandit who died had a one-inch sword wound on his neck, which was not wrong.

"There is a great innate master! Get out of the way!" A loud shout came from among the bandits, and the bandits backed away one after another. Leng Qingsong, who was dressed in black, stood there with a face as cold as water.

And from among the bandits, a two-meter-tall man with two axes walked out, looked at Leng Qingsong and said with a smirk, "Don't you want a hero to save the beauty if you don't see how much you weigh? Your grandpa..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the big man with the double axes fell on his back and lost his voice. How could he have never imagined that the kid on the opposite side had such a fast sword, and he didn't even report his name, so he just died like this?

"talkative!"

Leng Qingsong flicked the blade of the sword, looked at the big man lying on the ground and frowned and said.

As the big man fell to the ground, the bandits were in chaos:

"The boss was killed!"

"Damn it! The head is gone like this?"

"You don't talk about martial arts! You haven't finished talking, so you're going to make a sneak attack!"

...

Leng Qingsong looked around for a week, and said lightly: "Get lost, or die!"

The thieves glanced at each other, their eyes full of fear for the boy who suddenly appeared.

Even the strongest swordsman in Maple Leaf City is no match for Da Dajia.

The young man who appeared suddenly in front of him didn't know what method he used, and he didn't even see him face to face, so the boss just received the boxed lunch.

Then they, who are rotten fish and rotten shrimps, shouldn't be killed like pigs?

When hundreds of thieves faced Leng Qingsong in front of them, they suddenly felt heavy breathing, as if they were facing a deadly ghost.

Hundreds of bandits began to flee in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, only corpses were left behind.

Leng Qingsong forced hundreds of bandits back with one sword, and when he was about to turn around and leave, the guards around the carriage came up.

A middle-aged man in a armored stomach cautiously stepped forward and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, young hero, for saving your life. I wonder if you can leave your name? I will be rewarded by thanking my family!"

Leng Qingsong just glanced at the middle-aged man, and said softly: "Get out of the way!"

Saving people is just Leng Qingsong's whim, Leng Qingsong is not interested in the rewards that the middle-aged man said, and mundane things are of no use to him.

The middle-aged man put down his hand in embarrassment, and missed his body to make way for Leng Qingsong.

Leng Qingsong was about to jump up the tree, but a boy's voice came from behind him again: "Is it Brother Leng?"

Leng Qingsong stopped and looked, a young guard standing next to the carriage with a knife was looking at him uncertainly.

When he saw clearly that it was Leng Qingsong, the young guard's face became pleasantly surprised. He trotted over and stood in front of Leng Qingsong and said excitedly, "It's really Brother Leng! It's me! Wang Ming!"

Leng Qingsong looked at the excited young man in front of him, the memory of the young man suddenly appeared in his mind, and the expression on his face softened.

"Brother Xiao Leng, where's Boss Ouyang? Why are you the only one back?" Wang Ming asked excitedly.

Suddenly a twig hit Wang Ming's head, and Wang Ming covered his head and looked up.

Ouyang looked at Wang Ming with a confused smile: "Wang Xiaoming, I haven't seen you for a year and I can come out to ask for a living!"

The Wang Ming in front of him was one of a group of followers he had taken in when he was in Maple Leaf City.

"Boss Ouyang!" Wang Ming shouted excitedly when he saw Ouyang, and then burst into tears.

Seeing Wang Ming crying on his back, Ouyang, who was standing on the tree, put away his smile, and jumped down from the tree. Looking at the crying Ouyang, his expression became ugly and he said, "What's going on?"

"Boss! Why did you just come back!" Wang Ming knelt down on the ground, crying bitterly.

Hearing this, Ouyang finally understood what happened. He raised his hand and grabbed Wang Ming's collar to lift Wang Ming up. His voice became impatient and said, "Stop crying, tell me!"

Then Wang Ming sobbed and said: "Everyone, everyone was arrested by the government, only...Only I escaped, Sister Xuan'er and the others were arrested and taken to the imperial city!"

A fierce sword intent burst out from Leng Qingsong's body, with awe-inspiring killing intent!

The guard who had been relaxed at first suddenly grasped the weapon again nervously, and looked at Leng Qingsong.

Ouyang, who had always been bohemian, now had a gloomy face. He glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, tilted his head and asked, "Where is the imperial city?"

"Young man, what happened in Maple Leaf City is not what you think!" The middle-aged man hurriedly explained.

boom!

The middle-aged man flew upside down, hit a big tree and passed out.

Ouyang looked at the opposite guard who was holding his weapon tightly again and said lightly:

"Now answer me with someone else!"