Chapter 122 Clean the battlefield and count the harvest
Plop~
The corpse fell to the ground, splashing three feet of sand.
As the head fell to the ground, this six-sect master who had been based in Qingzhou for many years lost his breath. Only the ferocious look on his face showed his unwillingness.
Jia Qiu was completely stunned.
After exchanging blood for three levels, three steps and one level, reaching the third level, the energy and blood are as good as the elephant level. The warrior punches three inches of steel, the sword shoots out four feet of light, and the lethality increases dramatically.
Ordinary weapons and armor were broken like paper in front of them.
When Mrs. Shi was young, she was very famous and had a great reputation, but she didn't want to lose her reputation later in life and be beaten to death by a frontier boy in this unknown mountain forest.
call!
Waving his sleeves to shake away the dust, Yang Yugen's long hair fell down. He put the sword into its sheath and kneaded his numb arms, feeling a little overwhelmed:
"What a fierce old pious woman!"
After several collisions, neither of them spared any effort. Granny Shi couldn't bear his mighty strength, and Yang Yu couldn't bear her strong inner aura.
If the old woman hadn't become old and frail, and her energy and blood had dropped to its peak, this battle would still have been fought.
"Your name is Jia Qiu?"
Yang Yu rubbed his wrist and glanced at Jia Qiu, who was sitting on the ground with a dull look in his eyes.
He recognized that there was such a person among the bronze-badged arresters at the six doors.
However, compared to the Qin brothers, You Jinfa, this person does not have a high sense of presence, but he did not expect to join in the fun.
"You, you killed her..."
Jia Qiu's body trembled, his face turned ashen, and he knew he would never be spared.
Mrs. Shi's status in the Six Gates is not low. If Yang Yu kills her, he will never allow himself to live.
"What? She is the only one who can kill me, and I still can't do it?"
Yang Yu sneered:
"Her life is not necessarily more valuable than Yang's, right?"
Jia Qiu's breath stagnated, and he smiled bitterly and sighed:
"You are right. Those who kill will always be killed. If we dare to go out of the city to kill you, we should have expected this result."
"You have figured it out."
Yang Prison's tone was calm:
"We've come to this point, do you mind answering a few questions?"
"We've come to this point, what else can I say? Do you dare to let me live?"
Jia Qiu sneered and raised his bloody fingers, piercing Yang Yu's chest like a sword:
"It's a long way to the underworld, I'll go slowly and see when you come down to accompany me!"
call!
Yang Yu knew what he was thinking, and when he sighed, he stretched out his fingers and grabbed his neck, breaking his neck:
"If that day comes, I will kill you again!"
…
…
A killing lasted for several hours.
In the early morning, when the sky was at its darkest, the monk made a bonfire and roasted his wet robes and dry food. He didn't want the unconscious woman to freeze to death.
"嘤~"
At a certain moment, there was a groan, and the woman who was robbed by Wang Sheng seemed to have reacted and was about to wake up.
Snapped!
Jingse had sharp eyes and quick hands, and sent her into coma with a backhand palm.
"Amitabha, sin, sin. The female donor should sleep for a while longer..."
Jie Se chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.
This night was a bit ridiculously long, and he had already knocked this woman unconscious three times.
rustle~
The breeze blew through the treetops, and the sound of footsteps came closer and closer.
Yang Yu carried a large package and two large bows on his back and approached the bonfire. He threw away the sundries and sat down against the fire.
Although there is a certain degree of protection from the cold and heat, it is still a little warm when close to the fire:
"The monk hasn't left yet?"
"Does the donor let me go?"
The abstaining monk asked a question.
He just has little experience and is not stupid.
In this situation, if you don't understand and just walk away, you may be hit by an arrow on your back foot as soon as you step forward.
He had witnessed this fight with his own eyes, and of course he knew that in this night in the mountains and forests, even he might not be able to avoid the black iron arrows of this benefactor Yang.
"Good monk, you really think clearly."
Warden Yang breathed out a sigh of relief.
If the monk suddenly got up and ran away during the fight, he might not be able to stop him.
"That's good, that's good."
Jie Se recited a Buddhist chant and handed over a package he had packed:
"The monk, Wang Sheng's benefactor, buried him. These are some things found from him. Since the benefactor is an official, I will leave these things to you."
Wang Sheng doesn't have much on his body.
Two assembleable and detachable silver guns, a piece of thin armor, two daggers, some scattered silver, and an ancient book with some age.
"No wonder there are a total of eighteen monks in Fulong Temple, and they are quite famous."
Hearing this, Yang Yu was somewhat impressed by the monk.
When wandering around the world, strength is certainly a very important aspect, but sophistication cannot be obtained either.
Now it seems that he still doesn't know the martial arts of Fulong Temple, but these monks are really good at life.
"嘤~"
If you quit, your eyes will be quick and your hands will be quick.
The woman's eyelids just trembled, and she struck decisively, knocking her unconscious.
"This is?"
Wei Wei was surprised, and Yang Prison was a little bit dumbfounded. This monk really thought he could kill people and silence them.
Yang Yu laughed for no reason, but he didn't pay much attention to the warning. He put his palms together and said:
"Is the donor from a military background?"
"Why do you ask this?"
Yang Yu became more interested in the monk.
"The donor's martial arts are those of Jianghu, but his aura and murderous intent are very much like those of an army soldier."
Jiese looked solemn and whispered:
"Excessive killing will really harm the peace of the world. Therefore, famous generals in ancient times often had short lives and were more likely to fall into killing."
"It doesn't matter whether it hurts Tianhe or not."
Yang Yu pressed the package and said calmly:
"Yang is not a person who kills innocent people indiscriminately, but tonight's matter is extremely important. It makes me feel uneasy to let you go like this."
"Amitabha."
Jiese's breathing was slightly rapid, and he couldn't help but turn the rosary beads on his wrist.
He saw this killing from beginning to end.
He could clearly see that this donor Yang might not be as good as those rising stars in Qingzhou martial arts at this time, and the difference would not be too far.
If he insists on being in trouble, he may find it difficult to get out of this forest today.
"Are you afraid of death?"
Seeing that Jiese was a little nervous, Yang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Monks are human beings too, so why aren't they afraid of death?"
I feel a little ashamed when I reboot:
"The old monk may not be afraid, but I, the young monk, am just a young monk..."
"Ha ha!"
Yang Yu smiled when he heard this, and then said seriously:
"Today's matter is important to me. It may not be possible to let you go, but it won't be possible to kill you.
So, you can go to my house as a guest for a few days, wait until the limelight has passed, and then let you go."
"That's all it can do."
The look on his face turned bitter.
After speaking, the atmosphere immediately relaxed and became no longer tense. Jie Se felt relieved and did not add fuel to the fire.
Yang Prison began to sort out the spoils of war after World War I.
He had no connections and no background, so he never squandered any resources he obtained, be it gold, silver, or weapons, he kept them all together.
Most of them are of little use and are only worth some money.
After sorting out the miscellaneous items, what was left, apart from the ingredients, were weapons that had been refined for ten times or above, as well as elixirs, essays, and even martial arts secrets.
People who travel around the world rarely carry martial arts secrets with them.
But it is not absolute. For example, the flower-picking thief Wang Sheng, because his whereabouts are unpredictable and whether he has relatives or friends, he takes all the good things with him.
Yes, this flower-picking thief carries more good things than the bronze-badged head catchers such as You Jinfa.
"Wandering the Six Virtual Gong..."
Open the ancient scroll.
"This skill is no less than the superior light skill."
The first sentence at the beginning of the volume made Yang Yu's eyes light up slightly, but as he continued reading, he couldn't help but frown.
This is a medium-level martial arts, but it is not a medium-level martial arts in the ordinary sense.
This six-virtual traveling skill integrates internal and external training, fists, feet, swords, weapons and body skills, and completely cuts off other possibilities. Everything is just to highlight its lightness skill!
"Donor Wang's Qinggong is extremely good. If he hadn't met Donor Yang, I'm afraid..."
Seeing Yang Yu frowning, Jiese couldn't help but say something.
Wang Sheng's martial arts skills were far inferior to him, and the reason why he repeatedly escaped his pursuit was not only cunning, but also because of his excellent light kung fu.
In fact, if Wang Sheng hadn't been exhausted by his pursuit and encountered two sharp archers, he probably wouldn't have fallen here so easily.
"It's indeed the best Qing Gong."
Yang Yu put away the ancient scroll and nodded slightly.
This ancient scroll is very old, and the masters who created this technique have put their efforts into it. Although the quality is not very high, it is still a piece of food.
Zhufengbu's stagnation made his Qinggong a shortcoming for a time. This martial art was naturally perfect.
The abstaining monk has something to say.
Yang Prison, however, was immersed in sorting out the trophies. Apart from this ancient scroll, the other two items that mattered most to him were the other two.
Granny Shi's stainless steel walking stick and that weird-looking big bow.
"Muliu Bow!"
Stroking the human meridian-like texture on the large wooden bow, Yang Yu felt satisfied.
This bow is not a food item.
But its value is even more than ordinary ingredients.
He gently drew the bow, gradually increasing his strength, until he reached 70% strength, and then he drew the bow to the full moon!
Buzz~
In the direction of the arrow, the monk's face tightened slightly.
"It's a good bow, but it's a pity that it can't be used for the time being."
Slowly releasing the bow, Yang Yu felt a little regretful.
As a lover of bows, of course he recognized the wooden bow. He had even inquired about Tuolin'an before buying the bow.
The best bows in the entire Qingzhou City belong to the army and the Liu family!
This person also used the Four Elephant Arrows. It goes without saying that this person must be a direct descendant of the Liu family!
Unlike side branches that have left the main lineage, the killing of a direct lineage is a big deal for any family.
Now holding this bow...
Jiese recited the sutra in a low voice and looked at it quietly.
The Yang donor in front of him no longer had the stern look of the murderous people in the forest before. Sometimes he smiled bitterly, sometimes frowned, and sometimes smiled.
Seeing this made him feel nervous.
After placing the many trophies into different categories, Yang Prison picked up the last piece, Mrs. Shi's stainless steel crutch.
As the silver-badged head catcher of the Six Gates and an old man for decades, this old woman naturally has excellent martial arts skills.
[Ingredients: Stainless Steel Crutches]
[Grade: Excellent (Poor)]
[Quality: Excellent (Poor)]
[Evaluation: The hundred-refined walking stick mixed with black iron and fine gold contains some of the essence of the stick method]
[Available by taking it: Superior Martial Arts ‘Black Whale Swallowing the Sea Technique’]