The weather is getting warmer and warmer, and it is gradually the turn of late spring and early summer.

At night, insects are chirping in the jungles in the mountains, and the sunlight in the day begins to burn.

Lao Ke led two young men, as if they were traveling around the mountains and rivers, crossing the Qinling Mountains and flowing across the Han River. On that day, he had already arrived west of the Wei River.

At this point, the mountainous landscape of the Qinling Mountains has slowed down and is no longer as dangerous as a sword stabbing the sky.

The three of them walked east along the river.

There are many woods along the river to block most of the sunshine; accompanied by the gust of river wind, it greatly relieves the hot troubles.

After walking along the Wei River for seventy or eighty miles, Lao Ke pointed to the two sides of the mountains and rivers to guide the connection between the topography and long-distance escape.

Murong Qianfan was absent-minded when he heard this and was always thinking about the food at night.

Zhao Hanyu was still calm and steady, listening carefully to Lao Ke's explanation. With real-life comparison, he consciously benefited a lot.

It was already afternoon and the sun was poisonous.

After more than ten miles of open-air foot journey, the three of them were a little relieved under the scorching sun.

There is a bend in front of the river, turn to the right.

The three of them walked through the corner, and there was another forest ahead.

There was such a cool place, and the three of them were excited and rushed in quickly.

Entering the forest, Murong Qianfan sat on the ground, lifted up his clothes and kept squirting, and sweat was pouring on his face.

He asked, "Uncle Ke, how far is it from the capital? The weather is getting hotter and hotter, so it's so fucking hard to travel like this."

"Haha, young master, there are about 200 miles left. I can't arrive today, and I will definitely be able to enter the city at noon tomorrow." Lao Ke leaned against a big tree and replied with a smile.

"Student Xiao Zhao, aren't you hot?" Murong Qianfan couldn't help but ask curiously when he saw Zhao Hanyu sitting quietly beside him.

Zhao Hanyu smiled slightly and said, "There are clouds in Taoist scriptures, and the heart is calm and cool."

"Yeah! Don't talk to me about this useless!" Murong Qianfan waved his hand in annoyance, "I'm so hot that I can't calm down!"

"Hehe, you waved and sweared, of course you couldn't calm down."

"You know this is called venting? You will naturally feel cold when the anger is vented."

"Oh? How now?"

"Uh, this is still fucking hot now!" Murong Qianfan was defeated.

At this time, a breeze blew up the road ahead, blew across the three of them, and they felt cool and felt comfortable all over.

Murong Qianfan closed his eyes and enjoyed it, with a smile on his lips, feeling very comfortable.

Zhao Hanyu sat quietly. This wind was also a great benefit to him, and his sense of stasis dissipated a lot.

Although the gust of wind was gentle, it lasted for a long time, and the three of them sat quietly and enjoyed it.

I can breathe so hard that I can have a meal and the heat will disappear.

“Hu…Hu…”

Lao Ke and Zhao Hanyu looked at him and saw Murong Qianfan leaning against a small tree and he was already snoring.

The two looked at each other and smiled, sitting quietly and closing their eyes to rest.

After another moment, suddenly a faint sound came, "clang", "bang", "swish"...

It was obviously the sound of a collision of weapons.

Lao Ke and Zhao Hanyu stood up.

Murong Qianfan was shocked by the movements of the two. He woke up and rubbed his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

Lao Ke replied: "Someone is taking action in front of you, but the distance is not far."

Zhao Hanyu nodded.

"Ah? Someone is fighting?" Murong Qianfan woke up immediately when he heard the excitement. "Let's go and have a look?"

"Young master, wait, I will go first, you and the two of you will follow me gently. When I came, I stopped about ten steps behind me and hid my body. I should be able to see the scene in the field."

"Okay." The two answered in unison.

Lao Ke's toes were a little flat on the ground, and his body flew forward lightly, like willow catkins, without causing any sound of wind.

The two young men looked at each other, thinking that they had not seen Lao Ke show his skills on weekdays, and it turned out that his body was so light and agile.

The two of them waited for a while and then followed gently.

After about a mile, the sound of weapons fighting was loud.

From a distance, I saw Lao Ke squatting on the branch of a big tree in front of me, seven or eight feet above the ground.

The two of them slowed down and touched more than ten feet further. They were about ten steps away from Lao Ke. The terrain ahead suddenly dropped. It was a depression, which was the place where the observation was with excellent sight.

As the two looked at the scene, four young women in gray-white dresses fell in the scene; a beautiful woman leaned against a rust bald man leaning against a bald bale, with a pale face and blood on the corner of her mouth; and two women holding long swords and a strangely dressed bald man were fighting.

On the right side of the field, another bald man in strange clothes was fighting with a burly boy with a simple face and a burly haired man.

There was also a bald man standing outside the field with his hands behind his back. It seemed that he was the leader of three people, who were rushing into the formation.

The three bald men were about twenty years old and dressed exactly the same, all with crimson half-sleeved robe, yellow slanted shoulders, exposed their entire right arm, and a string of long dark yellow beads on their necks, which were very different from the clothes of Middle Earth, and they were indescribably weird.

Two women in gray and white dresses joined forces to fight against a bald man, and they struggled very hard. Seeing that the two women's sword moves were scattered and their true energy was not good, and their breathing was violent, and most of them would be defeated.

The burly boy held a copper stick in his hand, which seemed to be comparable to the bald man, but the other party had bare hands, which showed that he had extra strength.

At this time, the bald man who was surging the formation smiled sinisterly and said, "I advise you to wait for the three of you not to resist stubbornly. The young man can leave by himself. These beautiful Buddhas will take them back to the yard to teach them "Great Joy Zen" and save them from becoming a Buddha body." The words were very lustful.

The burly boy suddenly swept out with a stick, and the bald man who was facing the battle took a few steps to avoid his edge.

The boy gasped and said, "Bah! You are so arrogant that you are embarrassed by the girls. You speak in a vulgar way and act cruelly. I just can't stand it! I just told me that I'm going to have a breath and I'll fight you forever!" After that, he spat.

The bald man looked cold and said, "If you want a hero to save the beauty, you have to have the ability. Want to die? Just help you!" After saying that, he gave a fierce look at the bald man who was against the young man.

Without waiting for the other party to approach, the burly boy used all his true energy and swung his copper stick and smashed it. The wind was quite powerful. When he saw his power as crazy as a demon when facing the enemy, he wandered outside the stick shadow circle to consume his true energy.

The two girls were at the end of their strength and were still supporting them. Suddenly, the opponent pulled out a weapon about a ruler from behind the waist, and suddenly accelerated the speed and took several moves in succession. The two girls called out "Ouch" and "Ah" twice, and were hit by the shoulders and lower abdomen, and fell on the field.

Only then can we see clearly the weapon in the bald man's hand, which is dark yellow all over. He holds it in the middle section, with a pointed cone at both ends, like a pen tube and a tip at both ends, which is extremely strange.

The bald man saw that his companion had dealt with the seven women, and smiled grimly on his face, shouted at the bald man who fought against the boy, "Be more neat!"

The bald man saw that the leader had something to do, and stopped fighting. He used his body skills to rush into the young man's side. His true energy was running faster and his moves became more and more evil and vicious.

The burly boy was snatched by his opponent, and the power of the long stick was greatly reduced. In addition, his cultivation level was not as good as the opponent. After passing several moves, the situation was in danger.

The bald man holding an alien weapon smiled at the leader: "I'm lucky today, and the harvest is much better than the girls in Rijiyuezhai before. I took them back to see you. Maybe I'll give us some fun if I'm happy."

The leader bald man snorted and said, "Don't be too happy too early. Recently, various female sects seem to be on guard against our hospital, and most of them travel in groups. Today is successful, I don't know when the next time will be. You also know the young master's temper. If he makes him unhappy, what will happen to me?"

The bald man holding the weapon in his hand trembled all over when he heard this and nodded silently.

At this time, Murong Qianfan and Zhao Hanyu felt angry when they saw it, and they were angry when they heard it.

In the field, the burly boy was fisted and fucked several times in a row, and his mouth and nose were bleeding. The bald man made extremely ruthless moves, and it seemed that the boy was not far from defeat.

A stream of passionate blood surged in Murong Qianfan's chest, and he rose from the hidden director, jumped into the venue, and drank: "Stop the bald donkey!"

Zhao Hanyu took a little slower and jumped into the field.

Lao Ke was still squatting on the branch, smiling and observing the two small actions with interest.

The two of them who were fighting heard the shout and stopped together.

The leader looked at Murong and Zhao, and was surprised. He thought that he had not found anyone hiding nearby, and his murderous heart was secretly aroused. He asked without showing any expression on the surface: "Who are you waiting for? Why did you say irresistible to obstruct my companions from doing things?"

Murong Qianfan opened his mouth and scolded: "Who do you care about me? A few miscellaneous people actually want to kidnap a few big girls in broad daylight. Can you do something even worse?"

Zhao Hanyu ignored the two people who were scolding each other and walked straight to the left of the field, preparing to visit the women who fell to the ground one by one.

The leader's bald man was scolded by Murong Qianfan and his eyebrows were raised and he shouted: "Boy with a unclean mouth, do you dare to care about my Xumi Academy's idiots? Don't want to live anymore?" He was a little afraid of the two people who suddenly appeared and decided to threaten them first.

"Summer Academy? I have never heard of it before! If you let these women go, I will let you three bald donkeys!" Murong Qianfan waved his hand and said.

The leader bald man was furious: "Don't be arrogant! Dare to despise my Sumeru Courtyard? Be careful that I will kill you here!"

"I just haven't heard of it before! Dare to kill me? I've demolished your birdyard!"

"You! How dare you insult my Buddhist sect and I will kill you!"

"Buddhist Sect? I've never heard of it before! If you want to kill me, hurry up! If you don't come, I'm coming!" After Murong Qianfan said, he jumped up with his feet and attacked with his palms.

The leader's bald head was already so angry that he was so angry that he was filled with smoke from his orifices. Seeing that the other party dared to take action first, he smiled angrily and went up to meet him.

The burly boy on one side fought against the bald man again.

The bald head holding a weapon kept silent and attacked Zhao Hanyu, who was treating several girls in a sinister manner.

Lao Ke, who was squatting on the tree, frowned, stretched out his right hand, and shot a stream of true energy from his fingertips to his bald head holding the sword. Before he could scream in pain, another stream of true energy hit his Adam's apple.

The bald man pressed his chest with one hand and stroked his throat with the other hand, his expression was very painful and he was relieved.

Murong Qianfan and the leader Bald had fought several moves, but they felt that the opponent's palm was fierce, his true energy was abundant, and his realm was higher than that of him. He wanted to take out the long sword from the space magic weapon, but the opponent was forced to force him so he could only take a few steps back.
Chapter completed!