An hourglass time passed in the blink of an eye, and a desolate hillside came into Fu Shubao's sight.
The mass graves that were used to bury ownerless corpses 1,500 years ago have long since disappeared after more than a thousand years of erosion. Only a few round mound-shaped earth lumps can be seen, whimpering.
Standing quietly in the night wind, it seems to be telling something about that year.
Looking roughly across the hillside, Fu Shubao frowned slightly. Except for a few ancient tombs whose age could not be verified, all he saw were weeds. The knee-high weeds occupied the entire hillside, and they were so dense that he could not stand down.
"Is this this place? There is no castle or anything like that described in historical materials. Did that guy just draw a fake map for me in order to get the reward?" He took out the simple map drawn by the waiter and held it in the moonlight.
After reading it again, Fu Shubao threw the map on the ground depressedly, then stamped his feet on the crumpled paper, and said angrily: "Damn, you lied to me and you got yourself into trouble."
Come on, let the reward money turn into your kid’s medical expenses!"
Just as he was about to leave, the sound of scattered footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the woods on the opposite hillside. Through the dim moonlight, Fu Shubao suddenly saw five men with long knives approaching him on tiptoe.
There was wind on the hillside, and it kept whining. If it were before, in this complicated sound environment, he would never have heard the deliberately controlled footsteps, but since then,
After practicing the wood element perception ability, he was actually able to catch the unusual footsteps in the sound of the wind. It felt like the wind was a familiar friend of his, telling him all this with its subtle changes.
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After seeing the five people, Fu Shubao squatted down suddenly and quickly moved to another place with the help of knee-high weeds. As soon as he hid himself, the five men with swords touched the ancient tomb where he was standing.
Above. Taking a closer look under the hazy moonlight, the hotel waiter who drew the map for him was among them. The other four were all in their early thirties, with fierce looks, and it was obvious at a glance that they were not good men.
Good people.
It was midnight, and the location was a mass grave that had been abandoned for more than a thousand years. Fu Shubao couldn't think of anything else the five men with swords could do besides killing him. At this time, taking advantage of the hazy night and the chaotic growth of the
The weeds grew deep and he could have fled, but he chose to stay.
The five men with swords looked around for a while, but found no one, and soon lost their composure.
"Ye Maozi, that kid was here just now, why did he suddenly disappear? Is it because my eyesight is dazzled?" A Chinese character said in a loud voice.
It turned out that the waiter at the hotel was named Ye Maozi. Fu Shubao, who was hiding in the grass, sneered in his heart and suddenly had the urge to have that name appear on a certain tombstone.
"I saw it just now, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Did that kid notice us?" The person known as Ye Maozi asked in anger.
"Are you sure that guy is rich?" Another man asked aloud.
"Is this fake? I can tell at a glance whether someone has money on him or not. That guy stayed at our hotel last night and paid a deposit of one gold coin. He asked for the most expensive room, and then he ordered it alone.
There was a big dish on the table and a jug of good wine, but I only ate a little and threw it away. When I was waiting for him to go back to his room, he called me into the room, gave me two silver coins, and asked me to find out about Laofenpo.
, he said that there was a big reward for asking about it. I didn’t think much about it at the time, but the more I thought about it when I calmed down, the more something was wrong. The money bag he took out when paying was full of coins. He didn’t need to open it to see.
Just by recalling the jingling sound, you can tell that there are gold coins inside, at least fifty!"
"Fifty pieces? Damn! I got it this time!" shouted the man who spoke first.
Ye Maozi said again, "I'm afraid there are more than fifty. I think that boy's temperament is extraordinary, and his clothes are extremely gorgeous. He is probably a prodigal son of a rich family who comes out to relax. In such a person,
Dozens of gold coins are just pocket money, I guess he must be carrying a large amount of money."
"His grandfather's! What are we waiting for? Find him quickly, mother, such a fat sheep, I will dig up the soil here to find him!" shouted another man with a knife.
"Wait, in my opinion, it is reasonable for those rich young masters to ask you, Ye Maozi, to introduce some beautiful girls, but how do we want this guy to find you and ask where the mass grave slope is?" The first one
The man who spoke out loud was somewhat alert and authentic.
"How do I know? He didn't say whether you want to do it or not? I don't care if the fat sheep you got slips away." Ye Maozi said angrily.
"Why don't you do it? In this old graveyard, our brothers have killed as many as eighty people if not a hundred. What does it mean to have one more rich young man of unknown origin? Spread out and look for someone, but don't rush to kill him first.
, it’s not too late to kill him after asking him where he came from.” The leader, including Ye Maozi, carried long knives and divided into five directions to start searching.
Fu Shubao crouched quietly in the grass, even his breath was blocked. His ears carefully captured every sound coming from the wind, and distinguished those slight sounds, making sure they were coming to him.
While searching for the location of the person who came over, the person who came to him was the leader who spoke first.
The sound of subtle footsteps is getting closer and closer. In fact, it is not only Fu Shubao who is deliberately controlling his own voice, but the leading bandit leader is also trying his best to control his voice. Without the previous improvement in his perception of the wood element, Fu Shubao would never have been able to grasp it so clearly.
The moving direction of the leading bandit leader.
Twenty steps, nineteen steps, eighteen steps...
Fu Shubao, who was crawling in the grass, slightly raised his upper body and placed his feet firmly on the ground. His movements were like a cheetah lurking in the dark, ready to pounce on its prey at any time!
Thirteen steps, twelve steps, eleven steps, ten steps!
Ten steps is enough.
Accurately determining the position of the leading bandit leader, Fu Shubao kicked his feet violently on the ground. With a whoosh of wind, his body suddenly shot towards the leading bandit leader like an arrow from a string. And just before he
When his body lifted off the ground, his right fist was pushed out violently, and it rushed towards the opponent's chest like a cannonball!
Iron Sand Fist punch!
However, this deliberate assassination was an upgraded product of Iron Sand Fist's punch, with superimposed punches!
Being at such a close distance and being caught off guard, although the leading bandit leader was somewhat wary, the incident was so sudden that when he discovered that Fu Shubao was attacking, his reaction was already a step too late.
. Just as he put an arm across his chest, Fu Shubao's fist did not reach him, but the force of his fist was already there, and it hit his blocking arm with a bang.
Click! Suddenly there was a crisp sound of bones.
But this was just the beginning. Just before the bones of his hand shattered, Fu Shubao's left fist actually hit the right chest of the leading bandit with only a slight interval of time!
Immediately, the right fist came out again, left fist, right fist, left fist!
Like fist-shaped lightning, faster than the wind, in just ten steps, Fu Shubao punched the leader of the bandit six times in total! The fist transformed from the spirit meteorite slag was as hard as gold and stone, plus the stack of
How can the superimposed damage of punches be endured by an ordinary flesh and blood body?
Passing by, the leader of the bandit holding a long knife had a look of horror on his face, the pupils of his eyes quickly expanded, and blood was pouring out of the corner of his mouth. The death situation was extremely terrifying. Even to his death, he could not believe that a fortune-making operation tonight had happened.
It would become his path to death, and it was even more unimaginable that he would die in the hands of a boy who looked to be no more than seventeen years old, and he had no power to fight back!
Bang! The body of the leading bandit fell to the grass with a crash.
Fu Shubao ducked again and quickly hid in the thick grass.
The hunting had just begun, so how could he surround himself with four fierce men?
Although his current strength cultivation has entered the first level of spiritual power, he was surprised to find from the assassination just now that the strength cultivation of the leading bandit leader is not weaker than him, and he is also at the first level of spiritual power. This
Just point at the defensive force field that was instinctively stimulated from his body and you can tell with one punch! From this, it can be inferred that although the remaining four are not necessarily as strong as him, they are definitely about the same, and only
He is a warrior with four internal strength levels. Once he is surrounded and gangsters are formed, his situation will be very unfavorable.