"That seventh-level swordsman actually killed a ninth-level swordsman?" Looking at the head on the ground, the woman's eyes were full of surprise.
Thinking that Ye Feng's partners all possess such strong combat capabilities, she had to re-evaluate Ye Feng's strength.
The death of the poisoner made the restless merchants quiet down at the same time.
After about an hour of burning incense, everyone found that there were no signs of poisoning in their bodies, and then they gradually returned to normal.
Looking at the heads on the ground, the many traveling merchants looked at He Huan with fear in their eyes.
At the same time, they equated Ye Feng and He Huan in their hearts, and secretly regarded them as two non-human monsters.
Ye Feng took action in time and saved the woman's life again.
She glanced deeply at Ye Feng. Although the woman did not say any words of gratitude, her eyes twinkled and the meaning she expressed fully revealed her inner gratitude.
Outside, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed and the weather turned sunny.
Seeing the sun crawling out from behind the dark clouds, Zhan Peng gave the order and told everyone to continue on their way.
On the way forward, Ye Feng and He Huan gradually fell behind the team.
Seeing that no one around him could hear his question clearly, Ye Feng asked: "Is that person the remnant of the Ten Thousand Poison Valley?"
He Huan was stunned for a moment and felt very puzzled. Although he never mentioned the identity of that person, he didn't expect that Ye Feng still guessed it accurately.
Just as Ye Feng calculated, the assassin just killed by He Huan was indeed a remnant of the Ten Thousand Poison Valley.
The other party's target was not Lian Qiao's owner, but Ye Feng and He Huan. But things were rushed, causing Lian Qiao and others to mistakenly think that Ye Feng had saved their lives again.
Ye Feng did not want to explain why Lian Qiao and others were grateful.
No matter who the assassin's target was, the final result was that he saved the lives of everyone in Lianqiao. Even if Lianqiao's master gave him a life-saving gift now, he would accept it without ceremony.
Continuing to move forward, Zhan Peng and the traveling merchants who survived the disaster were all in high spirits.
But to everyone's expectation, it seemed that due to the successive failures of the assassins, no accidents occurred during the rest of the journey.
After arriving on the plains outside Putian County, some traveling merchants began to say goodbye to everyone and headed to various small towns outside Putian County.
By the time the group arrived outside the tall city wall of Putian County, there were only less than fifteen people left.
Seeing that Zhan Peng and others were about to enter Putian County, Ye Feng shook his head slightly and drove his horse to Zhan Peng.
"Captain Zhan Peng, I won't enter Putian County with you. Let's say goodbye and see you later!" Ye Feng clasped his fists and said loudly.
Zhan Peng nodded and returned the greeting: "Mr. Ye, thank you for taking care of the caravan along the way. I will tell the shopkeeper everything truthfully when I get back."
With that said, Zhan Peng shouted to everyone and ordered them to enter Putian County.
Ye Feng drove his horse in the opposite direction to the others. When he passed the carriage driven by the driver, he suddenly pulled the reins tightly and stopped.
"Should the lady in the car give me the escort fee as agreed?" Ye Feng said loudly.
Inside the carriage, Lian Qiao poked her head out, her pretty face full of anger.
"Didn't you refuse to protect the young lady?" Lian Qiao asked angrily.
Ye Feng smiled slightly and said: "Yes, I did reject the business at that time. But along the way, didn't I still try my best to protect you?"
Lian Qiao stared at Ye Feng, wanting to say something.
Just when she was about to taunt Ye Feng, a water-type long sword flashing with bright blue light shot out from the window of the carriage.
The blade of the long sword is three feet long, and the blade is engraved with fine patterns. On the handle of the hilt, an aqua blue gem exudes a shining brilliance. Ye Feng just placed his palm on the gem.
, you can feel the surging water element contained in the gem.
"Small Wave Sword?" Ye Feng stared at the sword in his hand, feeling surprised in his heart.
Among the high-level swords in the industry, the water-attribute long sword Yanbo Sword is not the most rare sword, but it is still ranked among the upper-middle-level high-end swords in the industry.
Ye Feng clearly remembers that the biggest function of the Yanbo Sword is to make the water-type sword cultivator release three times its own attack power when attacking. Moreover, the Yanbo Sword can also absorb the water attribute elements between heaven and earth. For water attribute swords
From a spiritual point of view, this kind of sword is definitely a unique weapon in the world.
Putting the Yan Bo Hao Miao Sword in his luggage behind his back, Ye Feng smiled lightly, cupped his hands towards the carriage, and said, "Young Lady is true to her word, and Ye Feng deeply admires her. If there is a fate in the future, Ye Feng will definitely repay Young Lady generously."
Ye Feng put away the Yanbo Vast Sword, causing Lian Qiao to glare at him again.
Seeing Ye Feng and He Huan driving their horses towards the no-man's land in the west of Putian County, Lian Qiao, who wanted to say something sarcastic, fell silent again.
"To the west of Putian County is the Zangke Mountain Range, a famous forbidden area for sword cultivation in the Yin and Shang Kingdom. How could Ye Feng go there?" Faintly, Lian Qiao began to worry about Ye Feng.
It wasn't until Ye Feng and He Huan's backs disappeared from sight that she walked into the carriage feeling a little disappointed.
"She left?" In the carriage, the woman asked softly.
Lian Qiao nodded and said angrily: "Miss, you didn't have to give him a weapon just now, so why did you give him the Yanbo Vast Sword?"
The lady sitting in the carriage, still covered in black gauze, shook her head and smiled.
She played with the metal petals with her jade hands and whispered: "Why don't I give it to him? Ye Feng acted aboveboard and aboveboard. He asked for payment just because he didn't want me to feel that I owed him a favor. He did this and
correct."
Facing the young lady whose eyes were shining with wisdom, Lian Qiao fell silent.
She suddenly discovered that many times, she could not see through the inner thoughts of Ye Feng and the young lady.
Thinking that the young lady knew Ye Feng so well, Lian Qiao couldn't help but feel jealous.
"Perhaps Miss is the most suitable person for Ye Feng?" Lian Qiao was thinking wildly in her heart, her eyes quietly glancing at the woman from time to time.
On the endless wasteland, there are wild grasses that are more than a foot high. Although it is almost late autumn, these wild grasses are still extremely lush, so much so that Ye Feng and He Huan feel at the same time that the horses walking in such thick wild grasses are not happy.
Somewhat strenuous.
In the grassland ahead, there is a stretch of felt tent. Outside the tent, a dozen bare-chested shepherds wearing wide cotton robes are waving whips to drive the sheep in one direction.
Seeing the tent, Ye Feng nodded to He Huan and drove his horse towards the tent.
Although he has never been to Putian County, he still knows that this is the last inhabited area before reaching the Zangke Mountains.
The arrival of Ye Feng and He Huan attracted the shepherd's attention.
A tall man with a dark face wearing a saffron cotton robe ran over the meadow on horseback.
"Dear visitors from afar, where are you going?" The visitor sat on horseback and bowed politely to Ye Feng and the two.
Ye Feng raised his finger and pointed at the Zangke Mountains, where only a black shadow could be seen in the distance, and whispered: "We plan to go to the Zangke Mountains, but before entering the mountains, we also want to rest here."
"Oh, it turns out they are the warriors who went to the Zangke Mountains." The big black man looked at Ye Feng, and his eyes were immediately full of respect.
He quickly jumped off the horse and said: "Dear warrior, you and I can rest in the tent and let our nomadic Tanzanians serve you the most delicious kumiss."
Under the guidance of the big black man, Ye Feng and He Huan entered a tent in the middle of the tent area.
After the introduction, Ye Feng learned that this nomadic man from the Tanzanian tribe was called Barrow, and he was the patriarch of the Tanzanian people.
After sitting down in the tent, Barrow immediately served Ye Feng and He Huan hand-shredded mutton and fresh and delicious kumiss.
Seeing Ye Feng and He Huan using chopsticks to pick up the meat, Barrow couldn't help but laugh honestly and said: "Honorable warriors, hand-shredded mutton is delicious only when you eat it with your hands. Come on, follow my example and taste the authentic hand-made meat."
The smell of torn mutton.”
Barrow grabbed a piece of lamb leg from the food bowl, tore off a large piece with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.
Seeing Barrow eating with greasy lips and teeth, Ye Feng and He Huan smiled at the same time, and imitated Barrow's example, giving up chopsticks and grabbing with their hands.
For the hospitable Tanzanians, the more casual the guests are, the more satisfied they are with their service.
Realizing that Ye Feng and He Huan's food was extremely delicious, Barrow laughed happily.
Outside the tent, there was a sound of soft footsteps.
Before the sound could end, the curtain of the tent was opened, and a girl less than one meter tall ran in, with her hair braided into dozens of tiny braids.
Seeing Ye Feng and He Huan's hands and faces covered with suet, the girl smiled happily.
She faced Barrow and said, "Abba, Teacher Ziling told me that there will be a heavy rain in an hour, so you should prepare in advance."
"Oh? Where is Teacher Ziling now?" Barrow smiled and patted his daughter's young shoulder.
The girl smiled slightly, pointed to the tent door behind her, and whispered: "Isn't Teacher Ziling already at the door?"
The girl's words made Ye Feng and He Huan startled at the same time.
Almost at the same time, the two people looked at each other, and they all saw a hint of shock in each other's eyes.
Is there anyone outside the tent? Not to mention He Huan's cultivation, he couldn't notice the other party's arrival. Even Ye Feng couldn't sense the other party's existence.
The curtain of the tent was opened, and a young man wearing a snow-white gown and an unusually pale face walked in from the outside.
Even after entering the tent, the man's footsteps remained silent.
Realizing that he could not feel any life-related aura fluctuations from the man's body, Ye Feng couldn't help but stood there in shock.
He had a hunch that this teacher Zi Ling did not seem to be a living person!