A stick of incense time passed, and Feng Fan completely collected the five-hundred-year-old purple-striped grass. He took out a piece of clean cloth from his arms, and Feng Fan carefully wrapped the strange grass. After identifying the direction, Feng Fan
Walk slowly towards the outside of the mountain.
Gradually, Feng Fan came to the spacious mountain road. Looking at the surrounding scenery, Feng Fan felt very comfortable when he thought that he had gained a lot from collecting medicinal herbs this time. The 500-year-old purple grass collected this time was worth at least hundreds of taels.
Gold, even if someone offers this price on the market, the person who holds this herb will not sell it easily unless he is mentally ill.
Suddenly, Feng Fan frowned, because his consciousness had already sensed that he was surrounded by six people. It turned out that he was only thinking about the value of purple grass and did not pay attention to the surrounding situation. At this time, he felt dozens of feet in front, back, left and right.
There are six people lurking outside. It seems that there are no special circumstances. These six people should be bandits. After all, these people often appear in the depths of Longshan, and Feng Fan has heard about it for a long time.
Stopping, Feng Fan waited quietly. After a while, six figures appeared around Feng Fan. All six people were seen wearing black clothes, holding knives and axes in their hands. They had black ribbons tied around their waists.
All were masked, with black scarves wrapped around their heads.
"Boy, keep the silver and herbs on your body. I will consider giving you a whole body." A loud voice came from the mouth of the burly black-clothed bandit opposite Feng Fan. This voice made the surrounding leaves rustle.
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"Come and get it if you have the skills! Stop being so verbose!" Thinking of the man in the river and lake he injured the day before and the tiger he just killed, the trace of fear that had appeared in Feng Fan's heart disappeared without a trace.
"Boy, you are looking for death." The bandit who spoke earlier rushed towards Feng Fan. The moment he approached Feng Fan, the bandit raised the sharp ax in his hand and chopped at Feng Fan's head.
Feng Fan raised the sickle in his hand. The bandit's eyes were full of sarcasm, but what he didn't notice was that a layer of light cyan gas suddenly emerged from the sickle.
With a "clang" sound, the bandit quickly took two steps back, feeling the numbness of his entire right arm. His eyes were full of horror. Looking at the scythe again, there was no damage at all. Unexpectedly, a worn-out scythe had
With such power, is the handle really made of wood? Or maybe I met a master today! This idea suddenly came to all the bandits' minds. The bandits who were knocked back roared, and moved forward quickly, and the ax in their hands struck again.
Xiang Fengfan.
In Feng Fan's eyes, this bandit's movements were so slow and his steps so clumsy. He really didn't know how these people were able to run rampant here relying on such skills.
As his thoughts changed rapidly, Feng Fan's body suddenly moved. In the eyes of the bandit, Feng Fan's body was like an arrow leaving the string, disappearing on the spot in an instant.
With a "boom", the long ax struck the mountain road, sending up waves of sand and rocks. Feng Fan, who almost teleported behind his body, hit the sickle with his hand. Although this gesture was extremely ugly, it attracted several people.
A horrified cry: "Boss, be careful..."
With a "chi" sound, the bandit's neck was cut open like tofu by a sickle, and his head flew out. The bandit's face still had an expression of disbelief before he died.
"Brothers, kill this kid." Seeing their boss's head being cut off by Feng Fan with a sickle, the remaining five bandits not only failed to take warning, but even lost their minds at the same time. One of the bandits yelled wildly
Hu Hou rushed towards Feng Fan like five lunatics.
Feng Fan couldn't help but be startled when he saw the bloody scene in front of him. After being stunned for a moment, he was awakened by the wild shouting. Seeing five bandits with bloodshot eyes and flashing murderous intent rushing towards him, Feng Fan retreated sharply.
The distance between him and the five people was instantly widened.
"Boy, don't run away, give my boss his life!" A bandit who rushed at the front waved his machete and roared at the top of his lungs. Thinking of some rumors, Feng Fan knew that these people had been harming people here all year round.
Looking at the ferocious gazes of the ten people, Feng Fan felt a surge of anger in his heart. It seemed that this matter would not end well. Even if he escaped, these people might find out where he lived. It didn't matter to him then, but his second uncle might be afraid
There is danger. Since these people are so vicious, today we have no choice but to eliminate harm for the people and kill them all.
Thinking of this, Feng Fan stopped. His body changed from retreating to advancing. He swung the sickle in his hand, drawing an ugly arc in the air. The blade hit the machete of the bandit in front. The bandit felt
His right hand was sore and numb, and the machete flew out uncontrollably.
Feng Fan then kicked out his right foot, and with a "bang" sound, after suffering a physical attack that contained the cultivator's true essence, the bandit shot back like an arrow from a string, and finally hit a big tree.
The bandit didn't make any screams, and died instantly. The cause of his death was that the meridians around his body were shattered by the true energy emitted by Feng Fan's right foot. After all, Feng Fan used all his strength with this kick.
Seeing this scene, the remaining four bandits seemed to wake up a little and stopped abruptly. Although their eyes looking at Feng Fan were still full of resentment, there was a hint of fear.
Feng Fan picked up the machete on the ground and muttered in his heart: "This bandit's knife is too light, this weapon can also be used for robbery!" If other bandits heard this, they would be so angry that they would faint.
The machete on the ground weighs dozens of kilograms. Feng Fan has become a cultivator because of his unparalleled cultivation skills. The weapons used by ordinary people are not worth mentioning in his hands, so he feels this way.
The four bandits slowly gathered together and looked at Feng Fan warily. Seeing Feng Fan pick up the big knife and glance over here, the four of them suddenly felt that their whole bodies were enveloped by a strange force, as if
My thoughts became blocked, and my body seemed to be out of control.
"The wind is tight, pull!" One of the bandits muttered in a low voice, and the four of them fled one after another.
Since he had killed someone, and he was worried about the retaliation of these remnants in the future, Feng Fan could never let these people go. His body shot out, Feng Fan swung the machete in his hand, and the bandit at the end was split into two halves.
The blade of the knife in Feng Fan's hand flipped and flew through the air, and the head of another bandit on the side was cut off. After Feng Fan moved forward quickly for several breaths, he finally caught up with the third bandit.
The sickle in Feng Fan's right hand passed by, and the bandit screamed, and his body was cut into two pieces. The last bandit jumped into the woods, Feng Fan let go of his consciousness, and firmly locked onto the woods a few feet away.
Bandits in.
The bandit who was escaping suddenly felt a cold wind blowing behind him. Before he could figure out what happened, he saw a machete penetrated his body and the tip of the knife appeared in his chest.
The bandit screamed, ran forward a few steps, fell to the ground, twitched a dozen times, and finally died.