On the road at night, there was almost no other light except for the night lights of the carriage. More than a dozen bandits were watching carefully. Seeing these people not far away getting closer, they did not notice that the valley was particularly quiet at this time, and all animals and monsters tried to stay away from the carriage. This was their instinctive fear, and of course the bandits could not feel it.

One of them raised the crossbow and looked at the strongest mercenary in the team. The tall swordsman Henry, who was holding a heavy sword in his hand, was aimed at the other people, the monk was too weak, and Malton was not conspicuous with an iron stick. The female elf who was driving the car there was directly kneeling in the scope of the trophy.

With a whoosh, the crossbow arrow flew towards Henry quickly.

With a "ah", a shrill scream, the tall Henry fell down. This action scared everyone. According to the monk's wishes, he pretended that he had not discovered this group of thieves. When the crossbow arrow shot over, he would just knock out the display skills and shock them.

He hurriedly walked to Henry's face, the swordsman's face was full of smiles, and he was holding the crossbow arrow in his hand, lying on the ground and whispering to Huigang and Moulton who were surrounding him:

"I'm afraid that if the arrow is knocked out, the people around me will escape, and that will be too boring."

Such artificiality left the monk's pass speechless, and inexplicably thought of sucking him a few more vines during the next training. The female elf Jiani came over and saw it, and couldn't help rolling her eyes hard, and hurried back to comfort Xiao Fei'er who had been alarmed.

The bandits on the roadside were indeed deceived. More than a dozen people saw an arrow shooting at the most powerful person, and their confidence increased. They rushed out with weapons, surrounded the monk and his group with murderous intent.

Although they are just bandits in the countryside, these people are equipped with good equipment. Each of them has neat leather armor and holds good weapons in their hands. They are all stout and look murderous.

Of course, these people are not worth mentioning in Huigang's eyes. He was originally going to show some powerful skills to scare these people away, but suddenly he felt that there was a bloody smell on these people and couldn't help but frown.

The female elf next to him seemed to see what he was thinking and whispered to the monk:

"Although these thieves are in these remote places, they also kill many people. Because they are often local people. If they don't silence, they may reveal their own traces. Don't touch the compassionate thoughts in your heart."

The monk heard these words and suddenly felt angry in his heart and sighed inwardly. No matter what the world is like, what he saw in the past life was a scene of hell where people cannibalize people. Although the things he experienced when he came to this world were full of intrigue and sinister, people's hearts were not as cruel as it was.

Unexpectedly, he encountered what he should meet, but the monk ignored one thing, which was how he felt the bloody smell on the other person's body.

Seeing the travelers who should have cried and fled all over the place, they were chatting as if nothing had happened. The leader of the thief felt a little unsure, but when he saw the big warrior who died of a crossbow arrow on the ground, his courage became stronger.

However, at this time, Henry cursed in his heart. He thought he could attract thieves and went to the battlefield to kill. Unexpectedly, he backfired and did this for Moreton. He knew in his heart that if he threw away the "cross arrow that stabbed his throat" in his hand, he might have run away in all directions.

Morton turned around and grimaced at the person lying on the ground, dragging an iron rod to the scene. The thieves couldn't help but burst into laughter. The warriors on the mainland paid great attention to posture and demeanor when holding weapons. They required that they had to hold them in both hands and keep them in combat at any time.

Those who are dragging iron rods like them do this.

The monk saw this secret nodding behind. Every effort must be saved in the battle between life and death. However, many of the martial arts education that Henry and Morton received in the past have some inexplicable understandings in the eyes of the monk, such as the posture of holding a sword and the etiquette of taking action.

Huigang knew that there was not a month left for these two young people, and even if they taught them any advanced martial arts, they would not have any great results. The monk remembered that when he was taught martial arts by the abbot for the first time, he simply worked on the details, such as to correct Henry's flawless sword technique, he practiced the boring sword-waving practice that made the swordsman complain.

The practice of the Dharma stick technique for several days gave Morton a calm temperament in every move. Of course, the bandits on the opposite side couldn't see it.

After shouting a few words from your side, you will save your life and other routines. But the other side did not react at all and did not continue to say more.

A bandit raised his machete and shouted and slashed at Morton. It was quite terrifying, but this was not a real killer move. The spear in the hands of a thief standing on the left side of Morton seemed to have pierced his waist. The monk standing next to him was a little strange in his heart. He thought it was a mob of bandits who were attacking very well.

The iron rod, which was originally dragged loosely on the ground, suddenly jumped up like a poisonous snake. One end of the stick hit the back of the slashing knife. The bandit holding the knife could not bear Malton's super power at all. He was beaten and flew out with the knife and knocked down several companions.

The spear stabbed at Malton's waist was a little far away. The iron rod quickly turned back along his hand, touching the handle of the spear, and the spear was broken. The rod pushed forward along the ground, and raised it upwards, picking the thief with his spear up from the ground and slamming it to the ground.

Seeing Morton's performance, the bandits realized that they had kicked the iron plate, but they saw Huigang and the female elf Jiani on the side of the carriage, both looked very weak, and there was still one on the ground.

The thief leader couldn't help but think of taking it down with more people. He shouted to his subordinates fiercely:

"Brothers, just take down the boy who is holding the stick now, catch those two women, and sell them, and we will get rich."

Inspired by this, the discouraged bandits mustered up the courage to surround them again.

At this time, Henry, who was lying on the ground, could no longer bear it and jumped up from the ground. He shouted:

"Leave me a few."

It was like a bull rushing into the crowd, and the bandits had not yet reacted. The thief leader in front saw a huge sword blade slapped in front of him. He didn't even have time to scream, and was directly shot far away. He heard the sound of hitting the trunk in the woods.

Now all the bandits knew that they had chosen the wrong person and dispersed at an unimaginable speed. According to Moulton and Henry's agility greatly improved after training, they could not intercept these people.

No one noticed that a small ball of light came out in the carriage. The little winged lion shook and flew to the top of the carriage, looking around sleepyly, as if he was very dissatisfied with someone disturbing his sleep, and shouted at the bandit who were running around in all directions.
Chapter completed!