The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Although the three of them gave up flying with swords, they had another way. Flying consumes a lot of real energy, but if it is only blessed on the feet, the amount used is negligible.

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

Ouyang was carrying Hu Tu on his back, and Leng Qingsong beside him was obviously not used to walking on his feet like this. He usually used the flying one first, and suddenly he couldn't walk on his feet. But after getting used to it a little, he was able to follow. Behind Ouyang.

The two of them jumped between the trees, and suddenly there was a cry of killing from the front.

Ouyang frowned and didn't want to care about this kind of thing.

As I said before, as a monk, you should not easily get involved in the cause and effect between mortals, otherwise it will not be of any benefit to your practice.

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

After all, he is still young. Whenever he encounters injustice, he will take action with his sword without worrying about the consequences.

Before he could open his mouth to call out to Leng Qingsong, Leng Qingsong had already drawn his sword and rushed downwards. Ouyang held up his confused butt and followed him.

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 who don't know whether they are alive or dead.

But it was obvious that one side was a masked bandit wearing coarse linen clothes, and the other side was a guard wearing uniform training uniforms.

Although the guards were well-equipped and very skilled, they were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. There were only about twenty people, and they had to concentrate on protecting a few carriages behind them.

On the other hand, the bandits were a ragtag group of people, and they even had hoes and sickles as weapons in their hands, but they were better because of their large numbers, and they were like a ragtag group of people, one after another, shouting to kill Zhentian.

Therefore, the guards were quickly surrounded by bandits, and the encirclement continued to shrink, and the casualties continued to increase.

When Leng Qingsong fell from the tree with his sword, the situation of the battle was finally reversed.

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

A silver dragon was walking among the bandits, and people were tumbling over wherever it went. Before the bandits could realize what was going on, they fell to the ground and could not get up again.

Every dead bandit had a one-inch sword wound on his neck, exactly.

"There is a great innate master! Get out of the way!" A loud shout came from the bandits, and they all retreated. 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. He looked at Leng Qingsong and said with a cruel smile: "Do you want to be a hero and save the beauty without looking at how much you weigh? Your grandpa..."

Before he finished speaking, the big man holding two axes fell on his back and lost his voice. He never expected that the sword of the boy opposite was so fast. He died so hastily without even saying his name?

"talkative!"

Leng Qingsong flicked the sword, looked at the big man lying on the ground and said with a frown.

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

"The boss has been killed!"

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

"You don't have martial ethics! Before the boss even finished speaking, you launched a sneak attack!"

...

Leng Qingsong looked around and said calmly: "Get out, or die!"

The bandits looked at each other, their eyes full of fear for this young man who suddenly appeared.

Even the strongest swordsman in Maple Leaf City is no match for the great master.

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

So they, who are rotten fish and shrimps, are not allowed to be killed like pigs?

When hundreds of bandits faced Leng Qingsong in front of them, they suddenly felt their breathing become heavy, as if they were facing an evil ghost seeking their lives.

Hundreds of bandits began to flee in all directions to the west. In the blink of an eye, only corpses were left on the ground.

Leng Qingsong drove away hundreds of bandits with one sword and one man. Just when he was about to turn around and leave, the guards from the Western Zhou Dynasty in the carriage came up.

A middle-aged man wearing armor and stomach cautiously stepped forward and raised his hands and said: "Thank you so much for saving my life, young hero. I wonder if you can leave your name, young hero? My Xie family will definitely repay you generously!"

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

Saving people was just a whim of Leng Qingsong. Leng Qingsong was not interested in the generous rewards mentioned by the middle-aged man at all. Mortal things were of no use to him.

The middle-aged man put down his hands in embarrassment and made way for Leng Qingsong.

Leng Qingsong was about to jump up the tree when a young boy's voice came from behind him again: "Is it brother Xiao Leng?"

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

When he saw clearly that it was Leng Qingsong, the young guard's face became surprised. He ran 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, and the memory of the young man suddenly came to his mind, and the expression on his face softened.

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

Suddenly a small branch hit Wang Ming's head. Wang Ming covered his head and looked upward.

Ouyang hugged Hu Tutu and looked at Wang Ming with a smile: "Wang Xiaoming, you can come out to make a living after not seeing me for a year!"

The Wang Ming in front of him was one of a group of followers he had taken on 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 lying on his back crying, Ouyang who was standing on the tree also stopped smiling and jumped down from the tree. Looking at the crying Ouyang, his face became a little ugly and said: "What's going on?"

"Boss! Why did you come back just now!" Wang Ming fell to his knees and cried bitterly.

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

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

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

The guard who had relaxed suddenly nervously picked up his weapon again and looked at Leng Qingsong.

Ouyang, who had always been bohemian, turned gloomy at this time. He glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, tilted his head and asked, "In which direction is the imperial city?"

"Young hero, things in Maple Leaf City are not what you think!" the middle-aged man hurriedly explained.

boom!

The middle-aged man flew out head-on, hit a big tree and passed out.

Ouyang looked at the guard opposite who was gripping his weapon again and said calmly:

"Now let someone else answer me!"