Qingshang ran to Su Bei, panting like an ox, and looked at Su Bei, who was covered in blood and lying on the iron-winged bird, gasping for air. Her nose felt sour and she burst into tears.
"Master..." Qingshang looked at Su Bei and burst into tears.
Su Bei stood up and wanted to hug Qingshang, but after looking at himself covered in blood, he waved his hand and gave up. He just said softly: "Okay, Qingshang, I'm fine."
With tears in her eyes, Qingshang looked at Su Bei and said, "Young Master, don't do such dangerous things again in the future, I'm afraid."
Ha, Su Bei laughed lightly. Qingshang is just an ordinary person. She doesn't understand how the strong man walks the road. Only by constantly challenging himself can he continue to move towards the top.
"Haha, Qingshang, look, didn't I kill this flat-haired beast? I will carry it back later and give the lovely Qingshang some extra food." Su Bei chuckled and said softly.
"Yeah." Qingshang pursed her lips and nodded vigorously, looking at Su Bei smiling with tears in her eyes.
"Someone is coming." Su Bei was startled. He was so alarmed that he heard an unusual noise.
Su Bei exerted force with his right foot and stuffed it under the iron-winged bird's body. With a strong force, he lifted the huge iron-winged bird's body directly into the air. He moved his body and caught the iron-winged bird's body steadily. Then he turned around and grabbed the iron-winged bird's body.
He put Qing Shang on his shoulders and sat firmly, then ran down the mountain as fast as flying.
Su Bei's figure disappeared into the dense forest, and a ray of white light suddenly fell from the sky. A middle-aged majestic man with eyebrows like a sword, a nose like a peak, clear eyes, three strokes of his long beard, dressed in white clothes, and no wind stood beside the iron-winged bird.
The edge of the big crater.
A flying sword five feet long and one and a half inches wide slowly rotated around his body. He was the contemporary head of the Su family, Sub Bo, a real Nascent Soul.
Standing in front of the big pit smashed by the Iron-Winged Bird, dozens of people, either standing on flying swords or running wildly in the forest, gathered behind the first person.
"Father." Su Qing called.
"Master of the house," the others said while hiding.
Subo stood on the edge of the pit, looking at the warm blood stains in the pit, his expression a little solemn. After a while, the flying sword turned into a stream of light and entered the center of Subo's eyebrows. A clear sword-shaped mark appeared on Subo's face.
between the eyebrows.
Subo didn't respond to the crowd behind him. He turned around and looked at the dense forest of broken branches behind him. He frowned slightly and took a few steps quickly. A feather automatically flew into Subo's hand.
"This is the wing feather of the iron-winged bird. It seems that the iron-winged bird was killed here." Suber's eyes passed over the dozens of disciples. At this time, there were not many people who could defeat the iron-winged bird.
The other outstanding disciples are practicing in the family hall, and Suber has just come from there. Who can kill the iron-winged bird, and can leave before he hears the cry of the iron-winged bird and rushes there.
Moreover, the iron-winged bird's body was also taken away. You must know that although the iron-winged bird looks like it is only as big as two people, its weight is much greater than the weight of two ordinary people.
With no results, Sub Bo could only look at the disciples and said: "The patrols in the back mountain have been strengthened recently. If anything is discovered, report it immediately."
"Yes, Master." All the disciples responded.
Subo rose into the sky, and the flying sword appeared at his feet again, leaving a group of disciples behind and flying rapidly towards the inner courtyard at the foot of the mountain.
Seeing that Uncle Sub had left, all the disciples were not so cautious and looked at Su Qing one after another. One of them said: "Brother Qing, who is so powerful that he can kill the iron-winged bird?"
"I don't know. It's amazing. This person is amazing. He was able to leave with the body of the iron-winged bird before we arrived." Su Qing frowned. He kept thinking about who was in the Su family.
, can do it.
It goes without saying that my father, Uncle Sub, can kill the iron-winged bird in one face-to-face meeting. Of course, my second uncle, Su Zhong, can do it too. It won’t take more than a few moves. Third uncle, huh, that loser, it’s better if he doesn’t get eaten by the iron-winged bird.
Okay. Fourth uncle Su Ji, it’s easy to kill the iron-winged bird.
In his generation, except for a few guys who went out to practice, I am afraid that no one can do it, or someone has hidden their strength. Su Qing was secretly frightened.
In his opinion, among the younger generation, because he is the son of the clan leader, he has received preferential treatment. Therefore, he has barely reached the harmony period and is considered to be a top figure among the younger generation. However, he
Even if you try your best, you can only be able to stop the iron-winged bird. If you want to kill it, it is still far away.
"Brother Qing, I have an idea, I don't know whether I should say it or not?" Another person said hesitantly.
"Su Yan, if you have anything to say, please tell me. Don't worry about my mother-in-law." Su Qing took a look and saw that it was Su Yan, the son of Su Hao, a representative of a branch of the Su family and a distant cousin of Su Qing.
Su Yan looked at Su Qing's arrogant look, with an imperceptible sneer flashing in his eyes. However, he quickly suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and said carefully: "Tell me, will it be a fight between two magical beasts?
The Winged Bird can't beat it, so..."
"Well, it's possible." Su Qing thought for a while, nodded, and agreed with Su Yan's idea. At present, it seems that this is the only way to make sense.
"Okay, let's go back and practice. From tomorrow, um, from now on, we will strengthen patrols." Su Qing waved his hand and summoned his flying sword, a flying sword with a cold and green light.
.
"Yes." Everyone responded.
"Well, Su Yan, Su Bing, Su Tong, Su Zheng, you guys stay and patrol. Someone will come to replace your shift." Su Qing waved his hand again, said loudly, and then the flying sword carried Su Qing to the sky.
He stood up and flew unsteadily down the mountain.
The people who were not named also quickly went down the mountain, leaving only Su Yan and the four of them standing there. Su Yan's teeth clenched loudly, and the knuckles of the hand holding the sword hilt turned white from excessive exertion.
"Damn it, this Su Qing is so abominable, he only knows how to bully people from our branch." Su Bing's eyes widened and she stomped her feet in anger.
Su Tong and Su Zheng looked at each other speechlessly and sighed secretly. Although their uncle Su Hao was also a Nascent Soul cultivator, he was still a little inferior to Su Zhong. Although they were allowed to live in the inner courtyard of the family, the disciples still had to live in the inner courtyard of the family.
Being bullied.
Su Yan let out a strong breath, looked at Su Bing's pretty face that was flushed with anger, and couldn't help but said: "Mei Bing, don't be angry, there will be a family martial arts competition in two years, I want them to look good then, huh."
"Yes." Su Bing and the other three said in unison.
"Okay, since we are asked to patrol, it is not convenient to go back. Let's just find a quiet place and practice as usual."
"Ha, Brother Yan is still smart, why didn't I think of that?" Su Bing clapped her hands and smiled, her anger just disappeared.
…
Su Bei did not go down the mountain directly. He knew very well that if he went down the mountain now, he would undoubtedly be discovered by someone, so he found a quiet place, dropped the iron-winged bird's body, and then carefully put Qingshang down.
It didn't matter if he put it down, but when Su Bei saw it, he was stunned. Although he tried his best to avoid the branches from hitting Qingshang along the way, he still couldn't completely avoid it. Therefore, at this time, Qingshang's snow-white pretty face had two
The red mark is very conspicuous, and Qingshang's cotton Tsing Yi has also been cut several times, exposing her snow-white skin.
What's even more frightening is that...because he let Qingshang sit on his shoulders, Qingshang's buttocks were actually covered in blood, bright red.
Qingshang obviously realized her predicament and pulled on her clothes to cover her exposed skin, but she was helpless with the blood on her buttocks.
Su Bei was even worse. His corset was torn in every way. It only protected important parts. His upper body clothes were almost all in strips. There were blood-red marks all over his body. He was covered with his own skin and iron.
Winged Bird's blood was poured all over, and the unpleasant smell of blood stimulated the senses of smell of Su Bei and Qing Shang.
"What should we do, young master?" Qing Shang blushed with embarrassment and looked at Su Bei and said with a cry.
"Well, people will definitely see us when we go down the mountain now. How about we find a place to wash ourselves off and then go down the mountain when it gets dark." Su Bei scratched his sticky hair and said helplessly.
Qingshang turned his eyes, looked around, and said: "I know there is a creek nearby. I often come here to pick mushrooms. I... let's go there."
"Okay." Su Bei grabbed the iron-winged bird's body, carried it on his shoulder, and followed Qingshang. Soon, a gurgling stream appeared in front of him, and the two of them separated far away, each washing his own clothes.
It took a long time to wash off the blood stains on his body.
However, Qingshang didn't dare to wash her clothes together, so she had no choice but to wear blood-stained and somewhat damaged clothes, and tied them up carefully to avoid leaking the beauty.
After cleaning up, the two of them sat by the stream and chatted until dark. Su Bei once again carried the iron-winged bird's body, held Qingshang's little hand, and walked carefully through the dense forest.
At this time, Qingshang noticed that Su Bei was carrying the iron-winged bird weighing 500 to 600 kilograms without any trouble. Everything that happened during the day was recalled in his mind. Qingshang could not believe that this was true.
Yes, is this still the frail young master that he has taken care of for sixteen years?
They were silent all the way and quietly entered the house where Su Bei lived. The iron-winged bird's body was still cold and hard. Su Bei threw it directly to the ground with a loud bang, which shocked the two of them.
"Master, what should I do? If the master comes back and sees..." Qingshang pointed at the body of the iron-winged bird and whispered.
"Well, don't worry, my father is not that fond of home. Qingshang, go find a knife and let's cut it open and make it into bacon. Ha, if you hide such a big fat bird, it will be enough for us to eat for a long time.
"
Qingshang nodded and walked out quickly. Su Bei waited for a long time before Qingshang appeared at the door. Looking at Qingshang who had changed his clothes, Su Bei smiled faintly and took the sharp knife from Qingshang's hand.