Chapter 8: Conquer Jindao Village

Author: Pengpeng Peng will fly

Chapter 8: Conquer Jindao Village

"call out!"

A black figure jumped down the mountain peak at a height of 50 meters, as fast as a sharp arrow, and then fell steadily on the ground, without any dust rising.

"Huh, it's been three years, and I can finally go down the mountain."

The black figure is a teenager. The boy is wearing a black suit and carrying a black iron stick. If his tender face had not revealed his age, just looking at his back would make people feel that he was not a good character to mess with.

It turned out that the young man was Cui Ning. After practicing in the valley for three years and reaching the ninth level of Qi Refining, although he was concerned about his father's situation, Cui Ning also knew how much he had. He did not go down the mountain immediately. Instead, he sent a message to a messenger to send some "martial arts secrets" from the royal palace to the mountain.

Cultivating immortals makes Cui Ning's meridians suitable for learning any external martial arts. Now is the time when Cui Ning cultivates down the mountain.

"This dragon-walking body technique can actually increase its own speed by more than 30%, and it is indeed chasing it wildly by the martial arts world."

Cui Ning looked down at the shoes without any dust on her feet and said happily.

In order to better help his father, Cui Ning selected the "Dragon Body Technique", "Demon Ape Fist" and "Demon Ape Eighteen Sticks" from the "Martial Arts Secret Books" collected by the royal palace, which supplemented his shortcomings in cultivating immortals in terms of speed, strength, etc.

"I have been away from the royal palace for three years, so I have to go back and take a look." Cui Ning's heart wanted to fly back to the royal palace immediately, and immediately used the dragon's body technique to continue galloping towards the royal palace.

The foot of the Yuexi Mountain Range.

On a spacious mountain road.

"kill!"

"Cold clang!"

"Go away!"

"Ah, I've fought hard"

Two groups of obvious people in the camp were fighting with weapons. One was a young man wearing a unified yellow cloth, a long sword, a short sword, etc., and an embroidered "dart" on his back.

The other party was all black clothes and black pants, and the weapons were much more complicated, including swords, swords, axes, and spears. They also had double sticks and darts.

The situation on the field was that the man in black was completely pressing against the yellow cloth, and most of the people who fell on the ground were from the yellow cloth. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people, the young leader who protected several boxes on the carriage could not help but have blood red eyes.

Not far behind the man in black, a strong man with only about an inch of hair was wearing a sleeveless black short suit, sitting on a horse, holding a long golden knife, watching the two gangs fighting with relish.

"Mazhaizhu, my Tianxing Escort Agency has no grudges with your village in the past, and there has been no grudges recently. Why not only do you want to grab the escorts but also kill us?" At this time, the young man in yellow roared at the strong man.

The leader of Jindao Village, Ma Aijun, is a congenital master. At the age of 46, he was sold to the village because of famine when he was young. After decades of life of licking blood from the knife, he finally got the first place. The golden knife made it so beautiful.

The Jindao Village in Heilongshan has tens of thousands of bandits, and is "notorious" among the nearby mountain roads and villages. The Jindao Horse Village Master is also known to the world because of his innate strength. It is said that the lord of the big city promised a lot of money to subdue it, and it seemed that he ended up in a bad mood.

"It's really nothing, but the things you bet seem to be sent to the Shadi people in the West..." The strong man in black had not finished speaking.

The yellow man in the middle age of the dying man immediately looked as if he was dead, pointing at the creditor of the horse from afar and said:

"How do you know?" The tone was full of sadness, and then he showed a ruthless look on his face and said to everyone: "Fight with them."

The remaining few people on the escort agency immediately rushed up and prepared to make a last try. Unexpectedly, the young man in yellow turned over and ran away at this time!

"hehe."

The master of Jindao Village sneered. Looking at the horses getting farther and farther away, the master of horses picked up his golden sword and threw it forward.

"ah……"

The strong man who had not yet run out of sight fell down and lost his breath for a while.

The creditor of the Golden Sword saw that his subordinates were counting the "trophys" and took the Golden Sword sent by his younger brother.

"Although my Jindao Village is doing a living by robbing the rich and helping the poor, I will not do it if I betray the country and have an affair with the people of the Western Desert."

The leader of Jindao Village led his younger brother and the intercepted "trophys" and a group of people walked towards Jindao Village in Heilongshan.

Just after the Jindao Village left, a figure quietly landed at the place where the battle just now.

It was Cui Ning who was about to go down the mountain. He used the "Dragon Body Technique" all the way, but when he heard a shout of killing on the mountain road in the distance, he jumped to the tree and saw the scene where everyone in the escort agency was still fighting.

Cui Ning was thinking about something, and she thought about flying back to the palace and suddenly had a new idea.

"If I subdue these bandits and let my father's general practice, I'm afraid it will be a magical move."

"First follow them to see where their nest is." After saying that, he started to use the "Dragon Body Technique" to follow the Jindao Village troops far away.

Heilong Mountain, Jindao Village.

In a square, there was only the sound of "huhuhuhu" breaking wind. This was the leader of the Jindao Village, the leader of the Jindao Village, who was practicing his golden sword.

This golden sword weighs 48 pounds and 80 pounds. If an ordinary person does not practice martial arts, it will be difficult for him to even lift the golden sword with his hands to dance.

But this golden sword was swung by Ma Aijun, and every time he waved it, there were sounds of breaking the wind, which was extremely powerful.

His sword technique is actually very simple.

It's just a low-level martial art "Twenty-Four Styles of the Golden Sword" that is not very skillful in the world.

In order to match this skill, he also specially found someone to create this big golden sword weighing more than 40 kilograms.

At the same time, he also relied on this sword technique to achieve his innate success, and gradually became a leader of Jindao Village, and was supported by tens of thousands of bandits.

The so-called sword is sharper and brighter, and the more you practice, the stronger your body becomes. The master of the Mazhai Village practices the sword, and his body is also particularly strong and handsome. He also has two concubines, both of whom were impressed by his charm when he went down the mountain to practice.

Ma Aijun was already sweating profusely, and his body was full of explosive power, and the sweat beads rolled like oil beads and fell to the ground. He was immersed in the practice of knife skills, and he didn't feel that his eyes were staring at him from afar.

It was the second day that Cui Ning had arrived at Jindao Village. It was strange that he intercepted so many things but did not celebrate the carnival overnight, but instead added various secret whistles.

But how could these secret whistles be hidden from Cui Ning, who is already a cultivator? With the bonus of Youlong's body technique, Cui Ning hid near a rockery in the village and was ready to take the opportunity to start.

After practicing for about an hour, the leader of the Ma Village put away his knife and returned to the conference hall.

In the spacious conference hall of Jindao Village, the master of the Ma village sat on a large pear wooden chair covered with tiger skin, drinking the tea on the table leisurely.

At this time, Cui Ning had already sneaked to the hall, thinking about how to quietly control the Mazhaimai leader. At this time, a powerful voice came out.

"Friend, I don't know what advice I have when I come here, but I, Mr. Ma, must fully support me."

The sudden sound scared Cui Ning, but since he was called out, Cui Ning was not shy and walked out of the shadow.

"So young?"

Seeing Cui Ning slowly walking in, the right hand of the Ma village leader, who was holding the golden knife tightly, almost relaxed.

"What is this little brother?" The leader of the village obviously relaxed.

Cui Ning didn't talk nonsense at this time and said directly: "I like your people and your people, I hope you can serve me."

"Haha, boy, you're kidding, that's not what we are..."

Before he finished speaking, the Ma Village Master's body became stiff. He saw a cluster of purple flames suddenly appear in front of him. Although it was flames, he felt a breath of destruction.

"Is the little brother... a cultivator?" Seeing Cui Ning's expressionless face, the leader of the village became even more panicked.

Although Ma Aijun has never seen a cultivator, he has still heard of their unpredictable methods.

Cui Ning didn't say anything nonsense and controlled the flames to fly to the table beside the leader of the Mazhai Village. The exquisite table made of pear blossoms was instantly burned by the flames.

Cold sweat kept flowing from the head of the Mazhai leader. Maybe it was because he was scared by Cui Ning's move, or maybe it was because of his life of licking blood from a knife on his head for many years. The Mazhai leader actually spoke:

"It's okay for me to play for you, but I still have a bunch of brothers. I have to know what to do, otherwise I will squander my martial arts. I think Immortal Master, you are interested in our Jindao Village because of my innate level." After that, he collapsed on the chair.

"No problem, now I can tell you, I hope we will not be disappointed with each other." Cui Ning smiled.

(End of this chapter)
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