During the seven days and seven nights, the little dog talked about many things in the world of cultivation. If Tang Shan didn't believe his eyes, he would never believe that he was a little beggar of sixteen or seventeen years old, but an old fairy who had been practicing for thousands of years.

On the first day of his arrival, Tang Shan snatched the little dog's Roujiamo. Although the little dog's hands were muddy, his palms were white and tender and clean. From then on, Tang Shan called him a little fairy.

The little fairy gave him an idea - wait!

That's why Tang Shan waited for Feixue and joined forces with the little fairy to stage a good show of a love-in-law who died of righteousness.

Since Feixue didn't take action just now, she would not touch Tang Shan until Tang Shan met Qing'er's parents until Tang Shan was in Shu.

Feixue will definitely pass the news to vicissitudes and promises.

As long as it is the person that Feixue lets go, they will not dare to touch it.

This is the result of the little goblin asking Tang Shan to "wait".

The strong enemy has retreated, and the danger of Tang Shan's going to Shu has been reduced by half.

Before leaving, the little fairy seemed a little worried. He knew that Feixue and vicissitudes of life promised to cut off Tang Shan's return. But he did not express his worries, but encouraged Tang Shan, "A man, even if he dies for the sake of his beloved woman, is worth it!"

But he didn't know that it was not love that attracted Tang Shan to death, but beauty.

If he knew that Tang Shan was such a guy, he really didn't know what to think.

Tang Shan was already on the road. He knew that once the news of Feixue retreating spread, other killers in the cultivation world would quickly fill Feixue's vacancy. He had to seize this opportunity. The earlier he sets off, the safer he would be.

From the capital to the middle of Shu, there are five thousand miles.

In the middle of winter, the wind and snow are shouting. At this time, there are only two types of people entering Sichuan, either crazy people or idiots. Tang Shan is an exception, a slut in between.

Walking one thousand a day and eight hundred a night. If Tang Shan has a camel-shaped guest, he can be regarded as a sweat-blooded BMW or a Thousand Mile Divine Horse.

After rushing all his strength for a day and a night, Tang Shan almost exhausted his true energy. Since he became a martial artist and had devoted himself to studying the Record of the Swords, this is the first time he felt that his true energy was exhausted.

He curled up in the bearskin cloak, found a ravine, and got into the snow.

A foot of snow was covered with warm bear skin on his head, and his sleepiness quickly swept over, bringing him into a sweet dream.

About half an hour later, two rapid gasps woke Tang Shan up from his sleep. The sound of old conversations between a man and a woman came from far to near, and came into his ears.

"Old woman, this kid can really run away. He drove two thousand miles a day and one night!"

"That was when he practiced the sword record. I heard that there was a high-quality light skill on the sword record, otherwise he would never be able to leave us behind!"

"Then let's not hurry to kill him, and force his sword to come out."

"Don't forget, he is a martial artist. Let's talk about it if he can kill him!"

"What's wrong with the martial arts cultivator? Huh..." The old man was not far from the ravine where Tang Shan was hiding. He sniffed and said, "Why is this kid missing?"

"Old guy, how could you not find your dog's nose when it never failed?"

Tang Shan could feel the old couple began to search around him.

It was just a pair of ordinary monks, and they probably wouldn't be any powerful characters, so Tang Shan didn't care, so he continued to sleep with his eyes closed and waited for them to find him.

The old man said, "It's really strange? His smell is nearby, and it will disappear no matter how far away!"

"Let's look for it again!"

After searching for a while, the old couple gradually drifted away and gradually disappeared.

Tang Shan smiled bitterly in his heart, "Even such a man and a man wants to come out to kill people. Living in the world of monks is really pitiful!"

At this moment, he heard a sound, and someone came again.

"Brother, third brother, I don't believe that that kid can run two thousand miles a day and one night?"

"Second brother! Although Old Man Huang's cultivation is not deep, his nose is absolutely brilliant. If he wants to follow someone, that person will definitely not be able to escape."

"Let's go!"

Three more men passed by Tang Shan’s head.

Tang Shan laughed secretly, "Then you guys follow Old Man Huang to chase him!"

It’s okay to laugh, but in just half an hour, five enemies followed him, and he was still a little scared. He didn’t have the time to sleep anymore. He hurriedly used his true energy, calmed his breathing, and quickly recovered his skills in case of emergency needs.

Just as Tang Shan was regulating his breathing secretly, three more monks passed by. The first two groups of monks rode horses, and just listened to the sound of horse hooves, they knew that they were riding a thousand-mile divine horse. The first six and eight, the first two monks had fourteen. The specific number of monks was impossible to judge because they were riding by carriages. Six and four horses were driven by carriages.

When Tang Shan finished his breathing adjustment, he activated Zhou Yuan again and practiced quietly. It was not until his true energy was abundant that he carefully crawled out of the snow.

It was noon, and there was no one around, and the north wind was filled with shouting.

Tang Shan stood on the road, slapped the snow on his body, and prepared to set off on the road again.

Just ahead of the road, there were five groups of monks, at least thirty, waiting to take his life.

But he didn't expect that someone behind him would take his life.

When Tang Shan was sleeping under the snow, this man did not take action; when Tang Shan poked his head out of the snow to observe the situation, he did not take action; but when Tang Shan was about to go on the road again and was at the lowest point of defense, he suddenly came out.

Just by looking at the timing of his attack, this person is a master of cultivation and must be a killer.

The killer used a gun. The man flew out from seven or eight feet away, and landed four feet away. The seven-foot steel gun slashed violently and suddenly fired his true energy.

An illusory half-foot short spear shot towards Tang Shan's back with a fierce and strong wind.

When Tang Shan found that when he was attacked, the half-foot short spear was less than three feet away from him. In the blink of an eye, the short spear could penetrate his body. The time was short and there was no way to think about it. He could only rely on the natural reaction of his body.

A heavy black gun and a five-clawed flying dragon with fangs and claws appeared at the same time. With just one claw, the black dragon had already slapped the gun away. Only then did Tang Shan react according to his own ideas and hurriedly avoid the side.

The black dragon had resolved the crisis, but Tang Shan was avoiding it, which made Tang Shan feel a little funny. However, the killer who attacked the sneak attack could not figure out the reason and was stunned.

Of course, Tang Shan would not miss such an opportunity, so he opened his arms and put his gun in his arms and swept out wildly. A three-foot arc appeared, with the sound of breaking the wind, counterattacking the killer who was sneak attacking.

The killer hurriedly raised a seven-foot steel gun, injected his true energy, and stood in front of him. The humming sounded out of two rectangular wooden shields, protecting them from the left and right of the steel gun.

Puff... The three-foot arc light went away five feet away and dissipated with the wind.

Tang Shan had a doubt on his face, why was his arc not dispersed by the killer?

Since it has not been dispersed, the arc light he hit should naturally pass by.

But the killer who attacked him still stood there with the steel gun tightly, and the two wooden shields were not destroyed.

At this moment, when Tang Shan stared at his eyes in a daze, the killer's shields, steel guns and his body "slid" down to the side. Of course, the upper half was only the upper half, and the lower half was still standing firmly on the snow.

The three-foot arc light swept out from the black gun, and at the same time, the killer who attacked him and the three-sided magic weapon were divided into two halves.

Such powerful power, if others see it, will be scared to death.

Some people did see all this, but not only did he not be scared, he also slapped his palm and said, "The martial arts cultivator is a martial arts cultivator. I am afraid that even the strong men summoned by me cannot resist your shot!"
Chapter completed!