A moment later, another scream came from the gloomy old grave slope. The bandit who fell to the ground was a bit weaker than their leader. At most, he was a warrior at the third level of internal strength. This time, Fu Shubao's superimposed impact was the assassination.
But he punched him a total of eight times. Although he became more and more skilled in superimposed punches, the unlucky gangster died faster.
"He's there! Surround him!" A gangster shouted suddenly and chased after him with a knife. Ye Maozi and another gangster also took the opportunity to surround him from the left and right sides, forming a triangular encirclement in an instant.
With one against three, Fu Shubao was not sure.
However, with the speed and agility of parkour, it is not difficult at all to break through this triangular circle surrounded by only three people!
Mental energy poured into his body, and he stepped heavily on the ground with his feet. The rebounding force of the earth and the buoyancy point of the force field cooperated perfectly. Fu Shubao's body flew up steeply, condescendingly, and rushed straight towards one of the gangsters. He
When his right fist reached the highest point of his body, it seemed to suddenly pass over his shoulder, carrying the force of his body's fall, and slammed into the gangster below.
"Seeking death!" The gangster suddenly swung the long knife in his hand and suddenly moved the knife to chop Fu Shubao's fist.
The smashing fist is not as powerful as the punching punch. Although it is the most powerful punch among the three styles of Iron Sand Fist, its speed and skill are far inferior to that of the punching fist. It is the simplest punch. However, its power is enough to make up for it.
Weaknesses in skill and speed.
Facing the cold flash of the sword, Fu Shubao had no intention of closing his fist, but directly aimed at the sharp blade and struck it down.
Ding! A crisp sound of gold and iron colliding was heard, followed by a spark sputtering out.
Unable to resist the huge force from the punch, the gangster who wielded the knife and fist originally wanted to use the sharpness of the blade to cut off one of Fu Shubao's fists, but he never expected that Fu Shubao's fist seemed to be harder than his knife, and he hit him directly.
Not only did he use the blade, but he also hit the back of the blade on his forehead!
There was a strange sound of an iron tool breaking bones. The gangster with a knife embedded in his forehead fell to the ground before he could even hum. There was blood from his mouth and nose, and he was dead by the sight.
After the strengthening and transformation of the Spiritual Meteorite and Spiritual Frost, even the most vulnerable parts of the human body can withstand the blow of a hammer. How can a mere ordinary steel knife hurt Fu Shubao's fist?
This is the iron-sand fist that is more powerful than gold and stone. Although it is so ugly that it is difficult to see, it is indeed a fist that can kill people!
There were two people left, and there was no need to hide anymore. Fu Shubao turned around, his eyes coldly locked on the last remaining Ye Maozi and a gangster. He gently kneaded the right fist that had collided with the blade.
Although the gangster was eliminated at that time, his right fist still felt a little obvious pain. However, it was just a little pain, and not even a piece of skin on the back of his hand was cut.
Yu Fu Shubao looked at each other with cold eyes, and Ye Maozi suddenly turned around and ran away. He was stunned for a moment, and the last remaining gangster also turned around and ran away. The two of them didn't discuss a word, but they were very experienced and experienced in escaping.
In tacit agreement, one headed east and the other headed west, and the speed was three minutes faster than a frightened hare.
"Damn it, who should I catch?" Fu Shubao hesitated for a moment, and instinctively, he chased after Ye Maozi in the direction of his escape.
But just as Fu Shubao moved, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from the night sky, and a white light flashed at an unparalleled speed. Before the gangster running to the east could make any reaction, his head was already dead.
Cut off by that white light.
Blood spurted out from where the neck was broken, and the column of blood shot straight into the sky, reaching a height of nearly two meters strangely.
Something strange happened suddenly. After the white light cut his neck, it actually carried a pillar of blood and turned around in the air, flying towards Ye Maozi who was escaping from the west. The white light and shadow and the pillar of blood were reflected in the hazy night.
It immediately gave rise to a terrifying feeling of numbness on the back.
The only person who can control the blood pillar is a warrior who has mastered the power of the water attribute element. And the mysterious man who suddenly came to help with such skillful control in front of him must have at least a spiritual level of strength!
"Who is it?" Fu Shubao was confused. He followed the light and shadow that blended white and blood. Ye Maozi, who just blinked twice, groaned and was knocked to the ground by a pillar of blood. And that
The white shadow that could easily cut off his head rubbed his scalp and flew in another direction.
It seems that the mysterious person who came to help did not want to kill Ye Maozi now.
Fu Shubao suddenly looked in the direction where Bai Ying disappeared, and saw a sturdy figure suddenly entering his sight. He was wearing a milky white bachelor's gown, a cyan turban, and his long black hair was combed back casually.
The color is so bright that even ants crawling on it would feel bruised and swollen. An iron bone fan in his hand is unfolding at the moment, slowly shaking in the hand covered with gold rings, with an elegant style.
Yes, the demeanor of a nouveau riche is even better.
Fu Shubao was immediately dumbfounded when he saw the person standing on a grave clearly. This was not the prostitute who warned him in Hu Riming's bandit town, but disappeared without a trace when his cheap mother Du Wushuang went on a killing spree.
Master Ali?
"Ahem..." Ali moved his feet, stepping on the tips of the weeds like a ghost, and in an instant he was in front of Fu Shubao. He took small steps to fill the scene.
"Master, you are a rare visitor." Fu Shubao rolled his eyes at Ali angrily. Every time he was in trouble, this guy would run away and it would be fine. No matter where he hid, he could always find him, just like a
Lingering like flies.
"Haha, apprentice Xian...what a skill!"
"What a fart!"
Ali smiled nonchalantly and said, "Disciple Xian, don't be so angry. Master, didn't I help you kill two of them? I haven't killed that kid yet, he's waiting for your interrogation."
"That kid will be interrogated later. What I want to know most right now is that that day in Hu Riming Bandit Town, you warned me, but you escaped. What do you mean? Also, how did you know I was here?"
"Ahem... You also know that that day in Hu Riming Bandit Town, you were surrounded by the poisonous leader of the poisonous wolf tribe and the Eighteen Wolf Riders, as well as a little witch who was full of poison, and finally a demon appeared.
Level... By the way, your mother, is your mother something that a small character like me can provoke? Not to mention taking you away, I'm afraid I was slapped to death by your mother before I even got close, don't you?
Do you want me, Master, to end up like that?"
Fu Shubao sighed helplessly, "Okay, I don't blame you for running away on your own in Hu Riming Bandit Town. Then tell me, why did you show up here?"
"Ahem... That day when you were celebrating your seventeenth birthday, Master actually mixed in with the freeloading guests and feasted on you. It's just that you didn't notice me at the time. Later, people from the Guiyun Sect showed up and something happened.
I forced you to get engaged. As a teacher, I guessed that your kid would run away, haha, I have been following you." Ali laughed loudly.
Fu Shubao said angrily: "Then why don't you show up?"
Ali said: "You are stupid. The Poison Wolf Clan is best at tracking and assassinating. If the precious son of their Holy Patriarch ran away, why didn't you send the most elite Eighteen Wolf Riders to track him? If it weren't for Master, I would have followed you all the way.
I'll deal with the traces and smell you left behind, I'm afraid you'll be taken back on the third day after leaving Hucheng."
"Then don't I still want to thank you?"
"You're welcome, apprentice, who made me your master? Master doesn't have any superb skills to teach you, but it's okay to do something for you."
Fu Shubao knew about his flattery, and Ali would listen to it from the front. He was the kind of shameless person. What could he do if he met such a master? After a pause, he walked towards Ye Maozi.
He went over and said, "That's it. Let's interrogate that kid first. I need to know something from his mouth."
"Are you investigating the founder of the Liantian Divine Scroll, Liantian Lord Xie Yue Mingfeng?" Ali, who was following behind, said inadvertently.
"You... also know this?" Fu Shubao suddenly felt a sense of mystery about his prostitute master that he had never felt before.
"Ahem...are you the only one who can find clues from those historical materials? Master can do it too. Unfortunately, the little gangster named Ye Maozi was met by me when he was asking about Laofengpo outside, so I kept following him.
He is waiting for you in this hellish place." Ali said.
The sense of mystery that suddenly appeared suddenly disappeared. Fu Shubao walked quickly to Ye Maozi's side, only to see that the boy's back was wet with blood, his eyes were closed, and he had obviously been hit hard and passed out.
Fu Shubao kicked Ye Maozi and turned him over, but Ye Maozi didn't react at all.
"Let me do it, Master." Ali squatted down and put his palms on Ye Maozi's chest. He saw Ye Maozi's chest tremble suddenly, followed by a mouthful of blood spurting out from his mouth.
"How did you do this?" Fu Shubao seemed to have seen something, but he was not sure.
Ali muttered: "Looking at your actions, I know that your boy's strength cultivation has reached the first level of spiritual power. Although in the eyes of my master, your boy has always been a monster in strength cultivation, but
This time I am still sure that the reason why your cultivation has improved so fast is definitely related to the Divine Scroll of Refining Heaven. Since your strength cultivation has reached the first level of spiritual power, I don’t have to worry about you understanding this.
The technique is to control the power of the water element, and blood is also water. When your cultivation reaches my level, you can not only control the water in nature, but also the water in the human body. Just like now, if I want
If he dies, I can directly freeze the blood in his body into ice, or I can make it boil."
Fu Shubao suddenly thought of the two branch changes of the water element, Ju and Gang. The move used by Master Ali was obviously the application of Ju, causing Ye Maozi's blood to gather in his heart and then spurt out, thus awakening Ye Maozi who was in a coma.
Mao Zi. However, although he understands this, he still cannot do it to this extent.
"Wow..." A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Ye Maozi finally woke up.
Fu Shubao kicked him again lightly, "As long as you are not dead, answer my two questions now. If you are honest, I will let you leave alive. If you are not honest, your companions will be you."
The fate of."
"I..." After looking at Fu Shubao and Ali, Ye Maozi suddenly said sternly: "Do you know who I am? How dare you do this to me!"
"Huh? Is it possible that you are still the current Emperor Xiuli?" Fu Shubao felt like he wanted to squirt.
"Ahem..." For some reason, when he heard "Emperor Xiuli", Ali suddenly opened his fan and covered his face. He didn't know what kind of expression was behind the fan or his actions.
It seems weird.
At this time, Ye Maozi suddenly said something else, "I am a peripheral disciple of the Icefield Jingxin Pavilion. Being a waiter in the hotel is just a hidden identity, but my sister Ye Qian'er is the core disciple of the authentic Icefield Jingxin Pavilion. How dare you
Kill me, Icefield Jingxin Pavilion will not let you go!"
Fu Shubao smiled bitterly, "Master, this guy is really interesting. He has already become a fish on the chopping board, and he still wants to threaten us."
Ali smiled and said: "He must not know that the Guiyun Sect, which is as famous as their Icefield Jingxin Pavilion, can only be a good grandson in front of your mother, and even betrothed his niece to you."
Ye Maozi said disdainfully: "You fart! Who are you? I have heard of the leader of Guiyun Sect. He is a god-like figure who is on par with our Qianjiangyue Building Master. Who is your mother? How dare you
Show off in front of me?"
"Hey hey hey..."
"Hahaha……"
One of the master and the disciple smiled evilly, the other laughed lewdly, which is a perfect match for this dark night, and in this ancient cemetery, it can scare even the most healthy person into getting sick. "You guys... laugh.
What?" Ye Maozi suddenly realized that his threats had no effect at all, and Ye Maozi became a little panicked.
Fu Shubao kicked him again, "Damn it! Have you ever thought that when you brought me here, you only contacted your accomplices? No one knew that I came here, even if I killed you ten times,
No one knows, let alone for a rubbish peripheral disciple like you, will everyone in the Icefield Jingxin Pavilion come out to find your body?"
"How dare you..."
"It seems that you are not honest if you don't suffer some pain. Let me let you taste the pain of boiling the blood first and then freezing it!" Ali squatted down again and put a palm on Ye Maozi's chest.
superior.
Not seeing any complicated movements from Ali, Fu Shubao suddenly felt a very powerful force of water element operating, which made the surrounding air seem to become strangely moist, and then became abnormally hot.
The air outside has become scorching hot, and you can easily imagine the pain Ye Maozi was experiencing at this moment.
"If I count five more times, you will be burned alive. If you survive five more times, I will reward you with a whole corpse. I will not freeze you again. Once..."
"Don't! I said..."
"Damn it, I thought you were a man, but after doing this for a long time you are still a coward." Ali withdrew his hand in disdain.
Ye Maozi was just panting heavily and his face was pale. He had just escaped from the gate of hell, and he became honest no matter how cruel he was.
Fu Shubao asked: "My first question is, is this Laofenpo?"
Ye Maozi nodded repeatedly, "It's absolutely true, this is indeed Laofengpo."
"Is the castle where the legendary Liantian Lord Xie Yue Mingfeng lives also here?"
Ye Maozi glanced at Fu Shubao warily, "Sir... why do you ask this?"
"Why do you care what I'm asking for? Tell me!"
"I said, I said..." Ye Maozi was scolded by Fu Shubao and said hurriedly: "It's not the legendary castle, but there is really an ancient castle here, but it was dug by our Icefield Jingxin Pavilion a hundred years ago.
Yes, the things unearthed are said to be relics of Lord Liantian Xie Yue Mingfeng, but I have never seen any of them..."
"Where are those things now?"
"Of course it's in the Icefield Jingxin Pavilion. Peripheral disciples like me can't get in..." Ye Maozi told the truth. The core disciples of the Icefield Jingxin Pavilion are all women, and men can only be peripheral disciples.
A disciple like him who is not part of the mainstream probably has the lowest status among the peripheral disciples.
"Where is the castle where the Icefield Jingxin Pavilion digs things?"
Ye Maozi raised his hand and looked at the dense forest behind the old graveyard, "It's in that forest, but there are only stones left."
It was a waste of time, Fu Shubao shook his head, "I'm done asking questions, get out."
"Thank you for not killing me, sir." Holding back the pain on his body, Ye Maozi hurriedly got up and struggled to run towards Hongkang.
But just when he hadn't run very far, there was a soft pop and his head rolled to the ground.
The murderer Ali also used his iron fan with a picture of a beautiful woman in the erotic palace.
Fu Shubao said in astonishment: "Master, he has already answered my question, why do you still want to kill him?"
Ali smiled bitterly and said: "This person can't be kept. He will definitely report this matter to Bingyuan Jingxin Pavilion when he goes there. You know, since Bingyuan Jingxin Pavilion poached things, it is because they don't want others to know. You know now, those women
Why don’t I kill you and silence you?”
"But..." Fu Shubao always seemed to feel a little uncomfortable in his heart after killing a helpless person for no reason.
"I am the one who is doing the evil, and it is not you who is doing it. Why are you sighing? Isn't it for the sake of us, master and disciple, that I am doing this?"
"Holy crap! I just want to act like a good guy, do you have any objections to this?"
"..."
After bickering all the way, the master and the apprentice arrived in the forest behind Laofengpo. After searching for half an hour, they finally found the ruins of the ancient castle that Ye Maozi mentioned in a relatively remote place. Various historical materials and legends
The majestic castle described in the story no longer exists, and there are countless stones scattered on the ground, making everything desolate.
Apart from stones, the most scattered ones on the ground are human skeletons. Some of the ancient ones have long been difficult to identify, while some were abandoned on the ruins of the ancient castle in recent times, exuding a pale light under the dim moonlight.
"There are some skeletons here that were dumped here in the past two years. They were probably the work of those gangsters. I felt a little pity for Ye Maozi just now, but after seeing these skeletons, I think he deserves to die." Fu Shubao said with some sigh.
"Apprentice, what are you going to do next?"
"Go back to the hotel and get some sleep first. We can wait until tomorrow to discuss everything."
This night could be described as a bloody night. This was Fu Shubao's first time killing someone. He was a little tired both physically and mentally.