Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 1614 Hushubaowei

Zhuo Er's heart choked, he felt extremely heartbroken, and he was too stunned to ask a question.

As the saying goes, concern leads to confusion. Dong He asked, "Have you ever seen Wen Ren Ling, riding a red horse, wielding a whip, and being more sturdy than a man?"

Zhuo Wangbei calmed down and said, "Yes, yes, yes, are you from Wenren Ranch?"

When Xie Fu heard Wen Ren Ling, he immediately perked up a bit. Just as he was about to ask something, his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he became speechless.

Dong He asked: "How is Wenren Ling? Is she still alive?"

"Miss Wenren ran away with a woman on her back. I don't know if she was caught up by the tiger tribe."

Xie Fu was excited when he heard this: "What kind of woman is he carrying?"

"That woman is extremely beautiful and holy, like a fairy. No, no, no, I should say a goddess."

It must be Yi Lan. Xie Fu asked excitedly, "Is the woman injured?"

"Are you talking about Miss Wenren?"

"No, I mean the woman behind Wenren Ling's back."

Zhuo Er and Dong He had strange expressions on their faces. Why did Xie Fu care about other women?

Zhuo Wangbei recalled: "No."

"you sure?"

Zhuo Wangbei sighed: "I am sure that she has always been well protected by Miss Qiu."

Xie Fu thought to himself when he heard this, Qiu Ruyi, you are smart. If Yi Lan had an accident, I would have killed you. He asked, "How about Qiu Ruyi... Miss Qiu?"

"Miss Qiu was captured by the Tiger Tribe."

Upon hearing this, Xie Fu said happily, "Great!" Hearing that the three women were not in immediate danger of life, the heavy stone in his heart fell, and he regained his usual high spirits.

Zhuo Wangbei asked softly, "Sir, do you know this Miss Qiu?"

Thank you Fu.

Zhuo Wangbei asked again: "Does the gentleman have any grudge against this Miss Qiu?"

Xie Fu said calmly: "I guess so, but it's not a deep hatred."

Zhuo Er also heard something strange and asked, "Sir, what's wrong?"

It would take a while to explain it clearly, so Xie Fu responded: "Let's go and rescue the three of them now."

Zhuo Wangbei was surprised when he heard this: "Just the three of you?"

Zhuo Er Ao said: "Why? Do you look down on us?"

"Do you know who your enemy is?"

Xie Fu said calmly: "Didn't you say it was the Tiger Tribe?"

"Since you know it's the Tiger Tribe, you three dare to rush in to rescue them. You're just going to die."

Zhuo Erao asked, "How was the whip just now?"

Zhuo Wangbei had calmed down by now and replied, "Not that great, not much better than me. You know how skilled Miss Qiu was, but she was still captured by the Tiger Tribe in the end."

No matter how high one's martial arts cultivation is, can it be higher than that of a divine master? Dong He became arrogant for some reason: "What cultivation?"

"First-class master."

Zhuo Er and Dong He took a deep breath when they heard this. They were also martial artists, so they naturally knew what the four words "first-class master" meant. It had been many years since Wenren Ranch had produced a first-class master. "Even a first-class master was defeated by the tiger tribe?"

Zhuo Wangbei nodded seriously.

Xie Fu said thoughtfully: "It shouldn't be."

Zhuo Wangbei said: "At the beginning, Miss Qiu used Miss Wenren's whip to deal with the tiger tribe with ease, but later a master of literature and art came, and Miss Qiu was no longer able to cope with it."

Dong He exclaimed: "Master of literature and art!"

Zhuo Wangbei nodded.

Zhuo Er was puzzled: "With the help of a master of literature and art, it should be even more powerful, why is it that it is not working?"

Sometimes women just don’t know how to think flexibly. “Because this master of literature is in league with the tiger tribe!”

The tiger tribe is already scary, and adding a master of literature and art would make them even more powerful. Upon hearing this, Zhuo Er and Dong He looked at Xie Fu with stern expressions.

Xie Fu said, "Mr. Zhuo, do you know where the Tiger Tribe is hiding in Daguan Mountain?"

Zhuo Wangbei was very excited: "Didn't you hear me clearly? To tell you the truth, even Miss Qiu has no power to resist this master of literature."

Zhuo Er said coldly: "Why didn't you say anything just now?"

Zhuo Wangbei said in a deep voice: "That's because I don't want to undermine your confidence. Although the tiger tribe was ferocious before, they only knew how to kill like wild beasts. Now there is a master of literature behind them to drive and command them. It's completely different. It's no exaggeration to say that he can kill whoever he wants."

Xie Fu said calmly: "She is she, and I am me."

"If you want to die, I won't stop you. I don't even know where the Tiger Tribe is."

Dong He asked softly, "Master, how about we wait until the troops arrive tomorrow morning before taking action?"

Zhuo Er scolded: "Wen Renling's life is in danger, Dong He, are you the one who made this decision?"

Dong He immediately shut up and dared not say anything more. At this moment, the golden eagle let out a phoenix cry, and then flapped its wings that had not yet recovered and flew up.

Zhuo Wangbei blurted out in surprise: "Wen Renling's golden eagle!" Then he said: "With this golden eagle leading the way, it will not be difficult to find the tiger tribe."

However, the golden eagle flew only a dozen feet high when it suddenly tilted its body and fell down. Xie Fu stretched out his hand and used his Qi to catch the golden eagle in mid-air.

Zhuo Wangbei said: "You can capture objects out of thin air. It turns out that you are a martial arts master."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone. Most martial artists can control their qi to make it invisible. Those who can control their true qi to capture objects out of thin air are considered first-rate masters. However, this is far from enough to deal with the tiger tribe and the literary master. What's more, the mortal stone hammer in the hands of the tiger tribe is the nemesis of martial artists. No matter how high the martial arts skills are, they will be immediately useless when encountering the mortal stone.

Zhuo Wangbei, however, thought that Xie Fu was too arrogant and underestimated the tiger tribe.

"Sir, I still have to remind you that the stone hammer held by the tiger tribe is made of mortal stone. Once a martial artist approaches, his true energy will be confused. Even if you are a martial artist with profound martial arts, it will be in vain."

Xie Fu did not respond. He stroked the golden eagle and said softly, "You are eager to fly high even though your injuries have not healed yet. Are you anxious to save your master?"

The golden eagle seemed to understand human nature, whimpering and flapping its wings.

Xie Fu smiled and said, "Well, I'll help you and lead the way."

He let go of the golden eagle, and strangely, the golden eagle spread its wings and flew high without falling, as if the injury on its wings had healed instantly. Zhuo Er and Dong He had seen Xie Fu's miraculous powers, so they were no longer surprised. Anyway, he was omnipotent and had great magical powers.

This time, Zhuo Wangbei's expression was shocked: "This!" It was obvious that Xie Fuyu's Qi lifted the golden eagle up and flew up.

Controlling invisible Qi is nothing, it can be done by those who have reached the fifth level of cultivation. Controlling objects with Qi can be done by those who have reached a higher level of cultivation, but being able to use Qi so freely and turn the virtual into the real, there are very few people who can do it.

It's like archery. As long as you apply force, the arrow will shoot out in a straight line. However, the arrow can turn as it pleases, fly into the sky as it pleases, or fall to the ground as it pleases. This is outrageous.

The true energy that this person is controlling at this moment is like such an arrow, how could it not amaze Zhuo Wangbei.

Moreover, the golden eagle has flown very high at this moment. Even at such a long distance, he can still control it from a distance. Isn't it the same as killing someone from a hundred feet away?

He couldn't help but blurt out: "Who are you?"

Xie Fu said: "You two hold my hands."

Zhuo Er and Dong He didn't understand what Xie Fu was going to do, so they just followed his instructions.

Xie Fu held the two men's hands tightly, and with a whoosh, like an arrow shot from a bow, he arrived beside the golden eagle in the blink of an eye.

Zhuo Er and Dong He exclaimed, afraid that it was their first time to have such an amazing experience, and Dong He was even more excited: "I am flying."

Zhuo Wangbei was stunned, and Xie Fu's voice came: "Sir, go back to Wenren Ranch to find Huo Tian first."

The three people and the eagle have disappeared into the dark night sky.

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The tiger tribe came out in full force and headed towards the mortise and tenon pavilion where the little queen lived.

Not long after Qiu Ruyi and the other four escaped from the pavilion, they saw the dense grass in front of them being pressed down like a strong wind passing through, the earth shaking and the mountains trembling with a huge force. It turned out that all the members of the Tiger Tribe were coming to kill them.

Qiu Ruyi asked: "Grand Master, what should we do?"

Gebala instinctively reached for the Toba rosary, but found nothing. He then realized that his magical instrument had turned to dust. He still said calmly, "Don't worry, I have a way to keep them from getting close. Just follow me and move forward slowly. Don't try to be brave!"

Qiu Ruyi said loudly: "Okay!" Among the remaining four people, she was the only one who still had the ability to fight. The rest were crippled, useless, and one had no martial arts skills at all.

As soon as Gebala touched the Zamaru drum and his mind connected with this extremely powerful magical instrument, he vomited blood on the spot and was completely unable to perform the mantra.

Qiu Ruyi made a prompt decision: "Looks like we have no choice but to force our way in! Gebala, you lead the way, Lanshiliu, you protect the two of them."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tiger jumped high and hit him with a hammer.

How could Qiu Ruyi allow this tiger tribe member to get close to him? He swung the long whip in his hand and knocked him down in the air. Before he retracted the whip, he saw another tiger tribe member appearing, so he took the opportunity to whip him.

He knocked down two tiger tribesmen in the blink of an eye, but the tiger tribesmen were extremely strong and stood up immediately after they fell to the ground.

"Miss Wenren, although your whip is good, I have a suggestion. How about putting some thorns on the whip? It will make their skin torn and bloody." At this moment, Qiu Ruyi was still chatting and laughing, not caring about life and death.

Wen Ren Ling said unhappily: "You are incompetent. If someone else uses a whip, he can split these tigers in two." For some reason, he thought of Xie Fu's heroic spirit at this time, so he said this.

Qiu Ruyi said, "Is that so?"

As he spoke, he swung the whip twice. Driven by the true energy, the long whip fell on the two tiger tribesmen who had just stood up like lightning, splitting them in two and splitting them into four pieces.

Wen Ren Ling was slightly surprised and didn't understand why he was able to dismember the tiger tribe this time.

The Lan family is also a first-rate martial arts master, but they could clearly see that Qiu Ruyi's two attacks hit the same part of the tiger's body. Although there was only a one-word difference between breaking and not breaking, there was a world of difference between them.

Qiu Ruyi's first strike was to split the muscles, and the second strike was to break the body. This principle is similar to water dripping through a stone, except that it takes millions of drops of water to wear through the stone, over many years.

Qiu Ruyi only needed to go from one whip to two whips, and couldn't help but praise: "What a great martial art, I wonder what kind of magic skill did you practice?"

Qiu Ruyi said without being too modest: "Thank you for your praise." He swung the long whip in his hand towards the tiger tribe that appeared again.

Qiu Ruyi was able to defeat the enemies at first while leading the four people to advance slowly. However, as more and more tiger tribes appeared, he became stuck in a difficult battle and stopped moving forward. He asked loudly, "Grand Master, is this the only way?"

Gebala responded: "There is only one way!"

In fact, this is also a dead end. It is modeled after the Acropolis of Athens in Western Rong. It certainly won't leave any loopholes for martial artists to sneak in, but this road has more opportunities.

Qiu Ruyi smiled and said, "Looks like we have no choice but to kill them all."

This was of course an exaggeration. Even if hundreds or thousands of tiger tribesmen put their heads in front of Qiu Ruyi one by one and let her chop them off, she would not be able to kill them all before dawn. What's more, a lot of true energy has already been consumed. Every time she swung the whip, her strength would be reduced, and the damage to the tiger tribe would be weakened.

Soon, the five people were surrounded by the tiger tribe in three layers, and they could not escape even if they had wings.

"Everyone, we may be buried here together tonight."

For some reason, after hearing Qiu Ruyi's words, everyone felt calm and not afraid at all.

Qiu Ruyi was ultimately unable to handle the entire situation alone, as tiger tribe members continued to break through and attack the four of them. Fortunately, although Lan Shiliu was seriously injured and half disabled, he was still a martial arts master and was good at using martial arts techniques to defend and resist.

Wen Ren Ling cut off the leg guards and wrapped them around his broken knees, then tore off his belt and wrapped it around his knees again and again. If it was fixed in this way, his legs could not bend.

Yi Lan was surprised when she saw this and asked, "Miss Wenren, what are you doing?"

Wen Ren Ling said calmly: "We are all going to die anyway, so naturally we'd rather die standing." As he spoke, he was about to stand up, but as soon as he exerted force on his legs, he felt pain in his knees and he fell limp again.

Yi Lan hurriedly reached out to help, but was shoved away by Wen Ren Ling: "Get out!"

After untying the red cloth that tied her hair, her black hair immediately flew out over her back. Wen Ren Ling bit the cloth in her mouth, her eyes wide open, her face distorted, and she stood up in pain.

He spit out the cloth in his mouth, took a deep breath and said, "Now that I'm standing up, I won't fall down!"

The man was like a giant stone monster in ancient legends. He took a few stiff steps and walked in front of Yilan.

Yi Lan walked to Wen Ren Ling's side. This time, she did not support Wen Ren Ling, nor did she go in front of Wen Ren Ling. She just stood side by side with Wen Ren Ling.

At this moment, she did not regard Wen Ren Ling as a wounded soldier, a woman, or a sister, but as a soldier, and she also expressed her highest respect.

The two of them looked at Lan Liu who was fighting with the tiger tribe in front of them with firm and calm eyes. He was seriously injured and was using the oldest "Nada" technique to wrestle with the tiger giant.

Yilan explained calmly: "That is the ancient way that Beidi Hu Shuwei uses to express his fighting spirit. He will use up his last bit of strength and shed his last drop of blood to prove himself and drag his enemies into hell as well."

Wen Renling only knew that she was the last line of defense: "Yi Lan, I must go before you, otherwise someone will blame me."

Yilan smiled and asked, "Who?"

Lan Shiliu suddenly shouted: "Goddess, please give me the Hushu Baowei and give me the tiger and leopard divine power!"

When Hu Shuwei is bestowed as Hu Shu Baowei by the goddess, he will gain the powerful strength bestowed by the goddess and become a unique existence among the Hu Shuwei.

What Lan Shiliu was facing was not a human being, but a tiger tribe member with a body as big as a giant ape, invulnerable to swords and spears, and extremely strong. He was thrown to the ground by the tiger tribe member, and his two arms drooped down and were broken by the force.