"Who are you? Why do you come to my Yaksha tribe's territory?"
A soldier with a pair of gray flesh wings behind him and a black robe looked at Peng Lianhu, his big eyes full of scrutiny.
"Lord Du, it's me. I'm Peng Lianhu from the Golden Wing Clan. Don't you recognize me? We are the messengers who went to Shanjian City to deliver a message under the order of the clan leader!"
Peng Lianhu looked at the gate of the city, where the three guards from the Yaksha clan spoke cordially.
"Of course I know that you are a profiteer of the Golden Wings. I can recognize even the pair of bird-feather wings. It's just that the few people behind you don't seem to be from your Golden Wings."
The guard named Master Du looked at Peng Lianhu suspiciously, with a look of distrust on his face.
"Hey, I'm just a hawker, what else can I do?"
Peng Lianhu hurriedly stuffed the bag containing several spiritual stones into Lord Du's hands.
"These people are all the talents recommended to Emperor Zun by the head of my family. They are going to the southern continent to control the officials. Hehe!"
Master Du took the bag in a grand manner, weighed it in his hands, and nodded with satisfaction.
"You are not allowed to enter Huoxin City and walk to Central Fochang City!"
Lord Yakshadu twitched his brows, looked at Peng Lianhu, and shouted softly.
"What? Let's go to Fuchang City on foot? This is a distance of 40 to 50 million miles?" Peng Lianhu suddenly changed his color and looked at the elder and said.
"Are you going? If not, go back to the Golden Wings. Besides, who knows where the twenty people behind you came from."
Peng Lianhu had no choice but to take Chen Gou and stroll through the desolate twenty-seventh floor.
Monk Sha is worthy of being a spiritual cultivator who has been cultivating for many years and has gone through eighty-one difficulties. He looked at Peng Lianhu Road.
"I'm so sorry. We didn't bring any spiritual stones with us when we went out, not even the Qiankun Bag. We can only compensate you for your spiritual stones when we return to the Golden Wing Clan."
"It's okay, it's okay." Although Peng Lianhu waved his big hands hurriedly and looked indifferent, the corners of his mouth twitched.
Going to Shanjian City without preparing spiritual stones? It seems that I will lose my blood on this trip. My cheap uncle, Peng Zhenfei, why do you want me to lead them? Cao!
"Guard Yaksha, why do you want us to walk there? Is the twenty-seventh floor prohibited from flying? Or is the road to Fochang City unsafe?"
Chen Gou looked at Peng Lianhu, who had a resentful look on his face, and thought it was because of the walking that Peng Lianhu was brooding and unhappy.
"We walked five thousand miles. Even if we walked two hundred miles day and night, it would still take us more than six hundred years! In fact, what this means is that they let us go first. If there is anything wrong, they will have the opportunity at any time.
Come chase us back."
The eighteen Arhats in Xiaolin Temple were stunned when they heard this. They all shook their heads. Someone whispered: "People from the Eight Divisions just have a lot of crooked ideas."
"Then we can't fly?"
"Didn't I say I won't let you fly!"
"Oh, by the way, there are many spiritual cultivators who can't enter Fuchang City and can't get out of Sifang City. They all like to gather in groups to rob here." Peng Lianhu said again attentively.
"Robbery? The Yasha clan doesn't care?" Arhat from Xiaolin Temple asked again in surprise.
Peng Lianhu grinned, shook his head and said, "Whatever, when these robbers rob a bunch of wealth, people from the Yasha tribe will jump out. They say they are managing them, but they are actually robbing them."
"So, if you don't want to rob, you can only go to the Yasha tribe and become a slave?" Chen Goudao frowned, his tall body slowly looked at Peng Lianhu, and asked curiously.
Peng Lianhu was startled, looked at Chen Gou, nodded and said: "I said that you are indeed a bit smart. I haven't said anything yet, but you know it all."
"There are more of these robbers from other races, right?" Monk Sha was speechless and said with some emotion.
Peng Lianhu looked at the honest and honest Monk Sha, shook his head and said: "You look like an honest person at first glance, but you don't know the darkness of human nature. Sometimes, the well-connected Yaksha clan openly brings their slaves out to rob."
When the eighteen Arhats from Xiaolin Temple heard this, they immediately kept saying "That's good, that's good"!
Peng Lianhu was suddenly startled and looked at the eighteen monks with some surprise.
At this time, Chen Gou suddenly said: "If someone comes to rob, I will not let him go!"
Monk Sha was suddenly startled and looked at Chen Gou. The eighteen Arhats in Xiaolin Temple were also shocked. But at this time, Peng Lianhu looked at these people without knowing why, with a blank look on his face.
Three hundred miles.
Two hundred and thirty miles. On the third day, one hundred and eighty miles.
On the fourth day, only Peng Lianhu, who was in the early stage of deification, looked exhausted and could no longer walk, panting.
"Let's just stay here and wait for the guards from the Yasha clan to send flying artifacts over. I really can't walk anymore."
Not to mention Peng Lianhu, even the eighteen Arhats from Xiaolin Temple had tiredness flashing across their faces.
Chen Goudao twitched his eyebrows and said softly: "Be patient, it should be over soon."
"It can't be that fast. Those bastards won't come to pick us up if they don't grind you for a month." Peng Lianhu shook his head and looked at Chen Gou, as if he was mocking Chen Gou's naivety.
At this moment, a loud voice sounded in the distance.
"Robbery!"
When the Eighteen Arhats from Xiaolin Temple and Monk Hesha heard this, they all trembled and became energetic.
"Huh," a spaceship roared over and stopped above Chen Gou and the others.
"Huhuhu," as the clothes and belts were fluttering, more than thirty figures floated down from it. These dozen or so cyan figures formed a square array and slowly looked at Chen Gou and the others.
"Bang," amidst a burst of flying dust, a dark figure of Yaksha slammed into the ground from the void, seemingly majestic.
"Hand over the spirit stones and treasures, and I will spare your life!" The gray figure of Yaksha looked at Chen Gou and the others coldly, with murderous intent emerging.
"Xixixi..." At this moment, on the twenty-seventh floor of Mount Xumi, a light rain started to fall slowly.
The dozen or so robbers were suddenly stunned and said with some confusion: "Naga tribe?"
"How big are you, Naga? These twenty-one people are obviously mortals and Garuda. I know that bird-man, he is the unscrupulous businessman Peng Lianhu."
"Hey, hey, since we know each other, can you let us go?" Peng Lianhu shouted hurriedly.
"Hand over the spirit stone or die!"
"You are not lucky enough to meet us in this life. Remember, don't wander around in the next life."
"If I spare you, what shall we eat? Are you twenty-one all idiots? With such an IQ, you actually go out to make a living? Death is not a pity!"
A series of angry shouts sounded around him, and Peng Lianhu suddenly changed his color, looking at Chen Gou and the others in confusion.
Chen Gou smiled slightly, put his right foot on the ground and stepped lightly.
I saw a sudden change in the color of the wind and clouds in the void. After the change of color, the raindrops in the void instantly turned into a downpour.
The heavy rain fell on the bodies of Monk Sha and the eighteen Arhats from Xiaolin Temple, and the fatigue of three or four days was instantly eliminated.
However, when the raindrops hit the robbers, they were like swords, chopping their bodies. In an instant, flowers of blood bloomed in the raindrops. In an instant, these robbers were on their backs.
Yaksha, who was wearing black and gray armor, had the power of creation hurriedly emerging from his body, frantically resisting the raindrops.
"Cang Cang Cang," a series of eighteen knife sounds sounded.
In this curtain of rain, heads of robbers flew into the sky one after another.
The Yaksha warriors were suddenly shocked. These people were so fierce. Thirty robbers were unable to resist at all.
"Huh," a pair of fleshy wings suddenly fluttered in the air, and the Yaksha warrior wanted to escape in a spaceship.
But a yellow figure, faster than the Yasha warrior, stretched out a Zen staff and slammed it down.
When the Yaksha warrior looked up, he was immediately frightened out of his wits. The Zen staff actually exuded an astonishing amount of natural power.
"Boom," there was a loud noise, and the dark black Yaksha warrior was smashed back into the ground by Monk Sha with a Zen staff. For a moment, the dust raised was even worse than before.
"Pfft." Who are you? Why are you so powerful?
Chen Gouzai held Peng Lianhu in one hand and jumped onto the spacecraft.
Peng Lianhu, who was depressed at being scolded, turned to the Yaksha warrior and said fiercely: "Your uncle!"
"Puff, puff," the Yaksha warrior spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, kicked his legs, and died in agony.
"Are you scolded to death by me?" Peng Lianhu was startled and said a little embarrassedly.
As a businessman, he still couldn't commit murder, especially when he looked at the eighteen monks who beheaded people with a knife, Peng Lianhu's heart was suddenly filled with fear.
Looking at the honest monk Sha, he did not dare to show any more contempt.