The sound spread far and wide, echoing continuously in the mountains. Several black figures quickly fled into the distance, and soon disappeared into the night.
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"Pah, pah!"
He walked to the fire, picked up the knife, and slapped a few big ear scrapers without ceremony. The blows were so loud that even Chen Dasheng himself felt a little pain in his face.
However, the sleeping Xiaodao seemed to be unconscious, with a few five-finger mountains left on his face, and he still didn't wake up. Now Chen Dasheng had no choice. After all, he had only practiced martial arts for a few months, and he still knew little about acupuncture and other tasks.
, Xiaodao and Duoji were obviously tapped on the sleeping point, but Chen Dasheng didn't know how to solve it.
Although he knew where the sleeping point was, he didn't know how to remove it, so he didn't dare to do anything to the two of them rashly. If he accidentally hit the fatal point, it would be more harm than good to kill the two people directly.
After a few slaps failed to wake up the knife, Chen Dasheng simply gave up and waited for their acupuncture points to open up on their own.
Like dragging dead bodies, he dragged Duoji and Xiaodao towards the fire. Seeing that both of them were breathing steadily, Xiaodao was still snoring slightly, Chen Dasheng felt relieved and ignored them and sat down directly against the fire.
, slowly waiting for the dawn to come.
Adding some firewood to the fire, facing the erratic light of the fire, Chen Dasheng thought of the girl just now. He treated her like this. With that girl's bad temper, I'm afraid he was really cruel to him. He will inevitably find him in the future.
It's troublesome, but it shouldn't bother me again along the way.
With the Great Bright Summit receding, Kufeng Chanyuan has long since been scared off by him. Those small miscellaneous fish alone no longer pose a threat to him. When the old Lama Dorje wakes up and climbs over the Wuliang Mountain and enters Tibet, that is
Now that the Putra Palace's sphere of influence is under control, the danger will be much less.
"Quack!"
About two hours later, when Chen Dasheng was feeling drowsy and wanted to sleep, there was a sudden shaking in the woods, and several night birds screamed in panic and flew into the sky.
Suddenly awakened, Chen Dasheng frowned, tightened the immortal stick in his hand, and shouted directly into the void, "Since we are here, why hide and want to grab the treasure, come out together."
There is no doubt that there are people hiding in this mountain forest. Otherwise, the birds would not be frightened. Chen Dasheng knew very well that there were definitely more than one or two people who came for the Golden Body of the Living Buddha this time, crossing this Wuliang Mountain.
, not far from the Tibetan area, this may be their last chance to strike. If it were me, I would choose to strike here.
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of figures jumped out from the dense forest. There was an old man smoking a cigarette at first, followed by a group of big men with guns. Chen Dasheng took a closer look and couldn't see clearly the state of this old man, but he had a vague feeling that this old man's strength should be the same as Yu's.
Her father-in-law is about the same as Yu and her mother-in-law. Judging from her clothes, she looks like a member of the Miao generation.
Then several more lights and shadows appeared in the light of the fire. Two Taoist priests in their fifties and sixties carrying swords, a sturdy middle-aged man over two meters tall, holding two heavy hammers, and
An old woman in white with disheveled hair and a cane.
I glanced around. They were all masters, but none of them could see clearly the state of Chen Dasheng.
"The nameless ghosts will not die under my stick. If you don't want to die, get away quickly. If you want to die, hurry up and sign up." Chen Dasheng pointed his long stick diagonally and said directly and proudly.
"There are quite a lot of people, but friends, we are here first, so don't compete with me." The old man picked up a cigarette first, looked around, smiled sinisterly, and turned to Chen Dasheng with a false smile.
He handed over his hand and said, "The old man Tan Yaowu is called Tan Qiye by the people in the world!"
"The three saints look around like a shadow and the king like a shape!" the two Taoist priests said immediately.
"Cang!" The tall man's two hammers collided fiercely, creating a large cloud of sparks. The harsh sound made people's skin crawl. He said angrily to Chen Dasheng, "Rogue cultivator, Wang Dachui."
"Wang Dachui?"
Chen Dasheng's face twitched. The name was quite funny, but it was also worthy of the two sledgehammers in his hands. He turned to look at the remaining woman in white with disheveled hair, "Old woman, what do you call me?"
"Ahem!"
Hearing this, the old woman seemed to want to reply, but she couldn't help but cough violently.
"Boy, her name is Sima Lan, and she is known as the poisonous woman of Kunshan. You are not from Mars, are you? It's okay if you don't know us. You don't even know this old lady?" Tan Qi said sarcastically, with a hint of contempt for Chen Dasheng in his words.
He had deep contempt for her, and even more contempt for the old woman.
"Tan Qi, watch your mouth!" The old woman coughed twice and said to Tan Qi in a somewhat unkind tone, obviously unhappy with Tan Qi's tone.
"Whether I'm from Mars or not, you don't care. Who you are, I'm not interested in knowing. Anyway, you will all be dead in a while. I asked you to sign up just because I don't want to kill unknown people!" Chen Dasheng said with a look on his face.
A cold smile.
"It's like a toad yawning. You said you are very powerful in such a loud tone. I, Tan Qi, really want to learn from you today." After hearing Chen Dasheng's words, Tan Qi's eyes flashed with a hint of evil.
Along the way, they, the followers, had heard rumors about each other. They knew that the young man in front of them was very powerful, and there were even rumors that the evil monk Dingguang died at his hands. However, they did not believe it too much. Rumors were just rumors after all.
Anyone who has seen it with their own eyes will doubt that this person is so young. Even if he started practicing martial arts from his mother's womb, he would never reach the level mentioned in the rumors.
Compared with rumors, they believe that seeing is believing, and in their opinion, the rumors must be exaggerated. The purpose of this is simply to scare away some timid people. What kind of bold people are they?
, Although the evil monk Dingguang has a vicious reputation, in their eyes, he is just a slightly stronger opponent, and they can kill him even if they encounter him.
Even if a fifth-level martial artist defies the heavens, how can he defy the heavens? A few people, like most people, have been misled by Chen Dasheng's pitifully weak realm.
"Fuck me!"
Tan Qi was a ruthless boss and did not show any politeness to Chen Dasheng. He waved his hand directly and the gun-wielding men behind him stepped forward. Without saying a word, they pointed the black muzzle at Chen Dasheng and pulled the trigger.
“Bang bang bang!”
There were bursts of explosions, and Chen Dasheng was instantly surrounded by a hail of bullets. The bullets streaked across faint trajectories and headed straight towards Chen Dasheng.
Chen Dasheng had been on guard for a long time. The long stick danced like a gust of wind, with a clanking sound of gold and iron, and sparks flying, which actually blocked the bullets one by one. Occasionally, one or two passed through the protection.
It was also blocked by the Baiyun Immortal Robe and could not cause any harm to Chen Dasheng.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Tianlong pointed out a few fingers quickly and pointed them to death. A total of eight big men gathered together. They didn't even hum. They were directly punched through the chest by Tianlong's finger. One by one, they fell to the ground, unable to die.
Die again.
"Well?"
Tan Qi's eyes flashed with shock. He didn't expect Chen Dasheng to be so brave. Without saying any nonsense, he took out a dark object from the cigarette pouch on his waist and threw it directly at Chen Dasheng.
With the guns drawn, could this be a grenade? In a hurry, Chen Dasheng didn't have time to identify it. Instead of using a stick to draw it, he just dodged it sideways.
Whoosh!
There was wind in his ears, and when the black thing flew next to Chen Dasheng, it suddenly turned around and stuck directly on Chen Dasheng's neck with lightning speed.
"His!"
Suddenly, Chen Dasheng felt a pain in his neck, and reflexively grabbed the thing in his hand. Only then did he realize what kind of grenade it was. It was obviously a very round scorpion, with shining pincers and sharp stings.
, there was actually a pair of almost transparent wings growing on its back. As soon as Chen Dasheng grabbed it, he pricked Chen Dasheng's hand.
Chen Dasheng felt the pain and loosened his hand. The scorpion immediately fell to the ground, flapped its wings twice, and quickly flew back into Tan Qi's hand.
There is a small bloody eye on his index finger. It hurts like when he was given penicillin when he was a child. If he rubs it on his neck, he can feel a small eye. Chen Dasheng's eyes can't help but have a thick glare.
This guy was plotted. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
