Just as Zhou Jing ordered his troops, several minions came over with a dark iron spear.

Li Chun approached and smiled and said, "I know that Brother Chen's magical power is usually not suitable for weapons, so I sent someone to the city a few days ago and asked the blacksmith to shoot an iron spear. Before I could take it out, I just gave this item to my brother today."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jing turned his head and looked over, and looked at it carefully.

The entire body of this gun is made of iron, and it looks like a black python. It is eight feet long and has nine and a half inches at the head. It is a long blade gun. There are anti-slip patterns on the gun bar, which at first glance looks like a dragon-shaped circle.

"This gun has a name called the erected iron-paned dragon spear, weighing 76 kilograms. The middle part of the gun rod and the tip of the gun can be detached and can be transformed into several pieces..."

Li Chun introduced it in detail.

While listening, Zhou Jing lifted the gun with one hand and waved it casually, which immediately caused a heavy wind.

Although the warriors in this world are extraordinary, the difference between physical fitness and ordinary people is not too exaggerated. There are few commonly used weapons that are particularly heavy, otherwise they will be very physically exhausted and not flexible.

There are many factors to consider whether a weapon is good at. In addition to its own strength, it also needs to consider its own weight. For warriors in this world, 76 kilograms of weapons are already a rare level and not many people use them.

But for the fourth apostle Chen Feng, this is still too light... it can only be said to be stronger than the wooden pole.

This iron-plate dragon spear is neither long nor short, which is convenient for foot combat. Because it is made of iron, it can be used as a gun or a stick, and it is as easy to use when swinging people. It is quite suitable for use.

"Thank you."

Zhou Jing was not polite, and he took the weapon with ease.

Two hundred minions brought dry food and water bags, carried weapons, and were ready to go.

Although the formation is crooked, the spirit is pretty good, and the requirements for a group of bandits should not be too high.

The group left the village, and the leaders of Hongyun Mountain came to see each other off.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, Zhou Jing turned around and looked at Yu Feng, Li Chun and others, nodded and said:

"No need to send it to you anymore. Everyone, please relax. I will definitely take down Hutou Mountain and Huangdang Mountain. All leaders just wait for the good news."

Everyone's expressions were subtle.

Two hundred people were going to annex the cottage of tens of thousands of people. Everyone thought that this was a hasty mess, but when they thought Zhou Jing's courage in daily life, they felt that they might be able to do it and were quite entangled.

Li Chun's words surged to his lips, and finally turned into a dry sentence, "Brother, be careful when you go here."

Zhou Jing nodded, stopped talking to everyone, and strode forward with the iron plate dragon spear.

Guo Haishen and Fang Zhen walked side by side with their respective weapons, and two hundred minions followed suit.

The group gradually disappeared into the mountains and forests.

...

On the other side, Hutou Mountain, a certain mountain road.

A young man walked in the shade of the tree, covering the hot sunlight from the treetops with his hands from time to time. Two porters followed him, carrying a heavy load together.

"It is said that there are tens of thousands of bandits entrenched on Hutou Mountain. What other four heroes of Hutou Mountain are a dangerous place to go. It's better to hurry up..."

The young man muttered in a low voice.

He looks handsome and looks like a gentle young man at first glance. He is wearing a strong suit, with a long sword hanging on his waist, dressed as a gangster, with solid and powerful steps and calloused palms. He is not a noble person who is not diligent in five bodies.

At this moment, a rustling sound rang among the forest.

"Someone!" The young man's expression changed, and he immediately held the sword and stopped moving forward.

The next moment, a loud clamor sounded, and dozens of bandits ran out of the forest and surrounded them.

"Oh my god, bandit!"

The two porters were so scared that they threw away their burdens and turned around and ran away.

The load fell to the ground, and a lot of money fell out, exposed to the eyes of many bandits.

"Damn it!"

The young man was anxious and looked at the ground full of money and hesitated a little.

After delaying this for a while, I lost the best chance to escape.

Dozens of bandits immediately surrounded them, blocking their way, and staring at them.

Seeing this, the young man had to draw out his long sword, protect him next to the property, and spoke sternly: "Who are you? You can speak if you can make the decision!"

After the words came, a leader came out of the bandits, with a slut on his face, carrying a big axe and snorted coldly:

"I am the four kings of Hutou Mountain, Shi Dong, the 'Flowered Bear'! Judging from your baby, you are also a man from the martial arts world. Please sign up!"

The young man took a deep breath and spoke loudly: "In Xia Linsong, a disciple of Wushan Sect."

"Wushan School?"

Shi Dong frowned, but he knew that this sect was a great sect in the Jiangchun area of ​​the neighboring province.

But he didn't care too much and said casually:

"Since that is the case, I will not make things difficult for you. Leave the burden of money and I will let you go."

Lin Song hesitated for two seconds, gritted his teeth and shook his head: "The master ordered me to bring back this batch of property. If it is lost, I cannot explain it. Everyone is a fellow traveler. I am willing to pay some money to invite all the heroes to drink. Can you please be more comfortable?"

Shi Dong shouted angrily:

"Hmph, it turns out that he is an ignorant person. I kindly let you go. You are so arrogant! Who cares about your three-melon and two dates? Brothers have fed mosquitoes in the mountains for a long time. You asked me to let you go in a few words. Feed it in vain? Who do you think you are!"

Lin Song gritted his teeth: "I am a disciple of Wushan Sect. How dare you rob me?!"

Shi Dong sneered and snorted coldly:

"Bah, if you get robbed, you'll be robbed. I'm afraid of a bird! If your head of the family has the courage to find the place, just go to my Hutou Mountain and see if he can't beat the tens of thousands of people in my village!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Song was immediately discouraged.

Although they have many masters in Wushan Sect, the sect's management route is different from that of Green Forest Mountain Village. They are far from gathering so many people. It is not that easy to find the bad luck of such Green Forest Power.

Lin Song's mind flew around and wanted to continue to touch the background. Suddenly he thought of something and shouted:

"Okay, are you not afraid of my Wushan Sect, but are you afraid of Ning Jing Yufeng? If you care about tens of thousands of people, he will be able to directly promote all your villages! My Wushan Sect and Yufeng Sect have old age. If you mess with me, you will be more beautiful!"

As soon as Shi Dong finished speaking, his face froze.

Luhe and Jiangchun are next to each other, and business travel frequently, and the deeds of Lingfengzi of Ningtianfu have long been passed down.

The bandits in Hutou Mountain will also go down the mountain. After hearing these deeds, they don’t know whether they are true or false. But many passers-by say it with confidence, and the people on Luhe believe it a little.

If the Wushan Sect could really call the "Lei Tribe Shenxiao Guardian Heavenly Lord" Yufeng Zhenren, that would be bad...

Shi Dong quickly shook his head, threw this fear out of his mind, and shouted angrily:

"Don't scare me, I'm not afraid! I'll keep whatever you say today. If you don't know the treacherous baby, I'll kill and bury it!"

Seeing this, Lin Song knew that it was difficult to be kind.

The best choice is naturally to leave money and report back to the master's sect. At most, you will be punished. If you keep the green mountains, you will not be afraid of burning firewood.

However, Lin Song was young and energetic and did not want to give in. Suddenly, his eyes turned and rushed forward. The long sword in his hand suddenly pierced out and attacked Shi Dong directly.

He was quite confident in his skills and planned to capture the thief first, and seize the leader to threaten the thief to retreat.

Shi Dong didn't expect that this man dared to attack suddenly, caught him off guard and quickly resisted.

However, if you miss the first move, you will seem clumsy when fighting with an axe and a sword. Shi Dong is controlled everywhere and cannot exert his skills.

Lin Song's martial arts are already stronger than him, with a long inner breath and a strong force. As one rises and the other goes down, the offensive is even more aggressive.

The bandits around wanted to come forward to help, but the few people approached were quickly chopped down by the flashing sword lights. The others were so scared that they stopped and hesitated.

The shadow of axes and swords intertwined, and the weapons jingled each other. The two of them fought each other in an instant.

Lin Song had a light body and agile sword. He brushed more than a dozen swords in a row, forcing Shi Dong to strand, leaving a few blood marks on his body.

Just when the situation in Shidong was not good,

A golden-backed sword suddenly appeared from the diagonal thorn, intercepting Lin Song's long sword.

Dang!

Lin Song's face changed, and he felt a huge force attacking. He couldn't help but retreat, his palms trembled slightly, and he felt a little numb.

He was frightened and looked at him.

I saw a strong bald man appearing in the field, who was the one who took action just now.

The bald strong man was covered with tiger skin on his shoulders and exposed his huge chest muscles, showing his strong aura.

This man held Shi Dong with one hand and held the golden-backed sword with the other hand. His face turned cold and he spoke in a deep voice:

"You hurt my brothers in the village, so today I have to ask you to go up the mountain and ask Wushan to send you to redeem people!"

Lin Song couldn't help but feel sank in his heart.

The martial arts skills of the visitor are far better than Shi Dong. Even if they fight normally, they may not be able to get it well. I am afraid that this person is a well-known master on the Green Forest Road.

Lin Song held the long sword tightly and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

The bald strong man shook his knife, and the iron ring on it made a clattering sound.

"The second leader of Hutou Mountain, the 'Golden Sword' Hong Dingxian!"
Chapter completed!