The carriage traveled for three days and three nights, and it was now about ten miles away from Linxian City.【26nbsp;】

Suddenly Ling Feng heard someone outside saying: "Stop, stop, hand over all the valuable things to me, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless and killing you all, and then I will take my own time to get it. If you

If you hand it over now, I may consider sparing you a small life."

Ling Feng knew there were bandits when he heard the sound, but he was not afraid. When he got out of the carriage, what he saw was a fat man, as fat as Zhu Bajie. A woman was not ugly but looked like a man. The other man was 1.5 meters tall.

Even shorter than him, there was a middle-aged man about 1.8 meters tall, with a big knife in his hand and a deep murderous look in his eyes.

Ling Feng knew that this man must be the leader of these bandits. The groom who was driving the horse was already so frightened that he begged for mercy: "Boss, please let me go! I have an old man above me, a young man below me, and a wife to support.

Please have mercy on me! I will give all my valuables to the bosses, as long as they let me go."

"Oh, you are a man that suits my taste! Let's do this! You can be my wife, you don't need to hand over anything, and you don't want to die. How about it? Agree or not?"

The manly woman smiled at the groom driving the horse.

"This..." the groom said hesitantly.

"What? Do you think I'm ugly?" the woman who looked like a man said angrily.

"No, no, girl, you are so beautiful. You are as beautiful as a fairy in the sky. How can you be ugly?" the groom said flatteringly.

"Who allowed you to call me girl? You, a groom, don't know what's good or bad. Just now, I was planning to make you my wife. Now I want you to be my servant. Are you willing?"

The man's woman said.

The groom put on a smile and said, "I am willing, I am willing."

The fat man who looked like a pig then pointed at Ling Feng and said, "Master Niu, don't you want a son? Isn't there a ready-made one here?"

"Hey! He is a handsome boy! Yes, yes, are you willing to be my son?" The woman who looked like a man smiled.

"I don't want to." Ling Feng replied coldly.

Ling Feng said to himself: "You are a man who is neither a man nor a woman, but you dare to ask me to be your son. How shameless."

"What, you don't want to, kid? I'm asking you to make a choice. Do you want to be my son, or do you want to die?" The woman who looked like a man threatened.

The woman who looked like a man thought that Ling Feng would definitely agree to his conditions. Unexpectedly, Ling Feng snorted coldly: "I said I don't want to, but I just don't want to. You are neither a man nor a woman."

, you want me to be your crazy son!"

The woman who looked like a man was not angry, but the short man's eyes flashed with murderous intent and said: "Kill him with one knife, don't waste time."

The man holding the big knife actually waved the knife in Ling Feng's head when the short man finished speaking, as if he wanted to chop him into pieces.

Fortunately, Ling Feng learned some martial arts in a harmonious society in his previous life. After traveling to this world, he found that it is very easy to practice martial arts in this world.

Now that he has acquired general skills and dodges the sword quickly, Ling Feng picked up the broken sword, which was his only weapon now.

The man holding the big sword swung the sword again. This time the sword felt a little different, and Ling Feng couldn't feel what it was.

But it was precisely because of this difference that Ling Feng struck at the sword with the broken sword.

It's not that Ling Feng realizes that he can beat the man in front of him now, and since he can't escape, he has no choice but to fight for his life.

What surprised Ling Feng was that the broken sword in his hand actually split the sword in the man's hand into half.

When the man holding a big sword was split into half by Ling Feng's sword, Ling Feng felt like he was splitting tofu.

This made Ling Feng look at the broken sword differently. He originally thought that the broken sword was just like an ordinary weapon, but he didn't expect that it was actually a magical weapon.

The middle-aged man saw that his sword was split into half by a broken sword in the hands of a young man, like tofu, which reminded him of the legendary weapons used by immortals that were more powerful than magical weapons.

As for why the middle-aged man was so sure, it was because he knew that the weapon in his hand was a magic weapon, and the weapon that could split the magic weapon was the weapon used by immortals.

This made him look a little more greedy when he looked at the broken sword in Ling Feng's hand. Originally, he wanted to save this young man's life, but now this idea disappeared without a trace in a moment.

The middle-aged man took out several hidden weapons and fired them without Ling Feng noticing.

Ling Feng suddenly felt as if he had been stabbed several times. Looking at the hidden weapons on his chest, he knew that they must have been issued by the middle-aged man.

If he loses to the enemy, the only thought in his mind is to run away, leaving the green hills behind and not worrying about running out of firewood.

Running towards the deep forest on the right side of Linxian City, several people saw Ling Feng running away, especially the middle-aged man and the short man, and they quickly chased after him.

After running for more than a hundred meters, Ling Feng realized that the hidden weapons on his chest were actually poisonous, which immediately made him wake up.

However, after a moment of despair, Ling Feng continued to run away. He did not give up the vow he made in time travel: If he could be reborn, Ling Feng would defy the heavens, break the sky, and kill this thief.

It was this thought that made him run for about ten miles. The middle-aged man behind him spoke for the first time: "You were poisoned by me, and you can still run for so long."

The short man was a little behind the middle-aged man, and he said sarcastically: "Is it because your God-killing poison is not effective?"

A mortal actually calls himself the God of Death. If the legendary immortal heard this, he would definitely laugh at his ignorance.

However, this middle-aged man is indeed a God of Killing, but his name is not as good as his. The people he kills are all mortals. He cannot afford to be a God of Killing, but this is a name given to him by mortals.
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