Tuxian Road

A stick of incense passed, and Feng Fan collected the 500-year-old purple grass completely.Taking out a piece of clean cloth from his bosom, Feng Fan carefully wrapped the strange grass.After identifying the direction, Feng Fan slowly walked out of the mountain.

Gradually, Feng Fan came to the spacious mountain road, looking at the surrounding scenery, thinking that the collection of herbs this time has yielded a lot, Feng Fan felt very comfortable.The 500-year-old purple grass collected this time is worth at least several hundred taels of gold. Even if someone in the market offers this price, the person who holds this herb will not easily sell it unless there is something wrong with his mind.

Suddenly, Feng Fan frowned, because his consciousness had already sensed that he was surrounded by six people.It turned out that just now he was only thinking about the value of the purple weed grass, and didn't pay attention to the surrounding situation. Only now did he feel that there were six people lurking tens of feet away.It seems that there is no special situation, these six people should be bandits.After all, these people often appear in the depths of Longshan, and Feng Fan has heard of them for a long time.

Stopping in his tracks, Feng Fan waited quietly.After a while, the figures of six people appeared around Feng Fan.All six of them were dressed in black, with knives and axes in their hands.There is a black ribbon tied around the waist, all of them are masked, and a black scarf is wrapped around the head.

"Boy, leave the silver and medicinal herbs on your body, I am considering giving you a whole corpse." A loud voice came from the mouth of the burly black-clothed bandit opposite Feng Fan, and the sound shook the surrounding leaves to rustle .

"Come and get it if you have the skills! Don't be wordy!" Thinking of the man in the rivers and lakes he injured the day before yesterday and the tiger he killed just now, the trace of fear that had appeared in Feng Fan's heart disappeared without a trace.

"Boy, you are courting death." The bandit who spoke earlier rushed towards Feng Fan, and the moment he got close to Feng Fan, the bandit raised the sharp ax in his hand and chopped Feng Fan head-on.

Feng Fan greeted him with the sickle in his hand, the bandit's eyes were full of sarcasm, but what he didn't notice was that a layer of light blue gas suddenly gushed out from the sickle.

With a sound of "Zheng", the bandit quickly took two steps back, feeling the numbness of his entire right arm, his eyes were full of horror.Looking at the sickle again, there was no damage at all.I didn't expect an old scythe to be so powerful. Is the handle really wooden?Or met a master today!This idea suddenly popped up in the minds of all the bandits.The retreated bandit let out a roar, his body rushed forward, and the ax in his hand slashed at Feng Fan again.

In Feng Fan's eyes, this bandit's movements are so slow, and his steps are so clumsy, I really don't know how these people rely on this kind of skill to run rampant here.

As his thoughts turned sharply, Feng Fan's body suddenly moved.In the eyes of the bandit, Feng Fan's body was like an arrow off the string, and disappeared in the same place in an instant.

With a sound of "boom", the long ax struck the mountain road, causing waves of sand and stones.And Feng Fan, who almost teleported to the back of his body, waved the sickle in his hand. Although this posture was extremely ugly, it attracted several horrified shouts: "Boss, be careful..."

With a sound of "chi", the bandit's neck was cut open by a sickle like tofu, and his head flew out. The bandit still had an unbelievable expression on his face before he died.

"Brothers, kill this kid." Seeing that his boss was cut off by Feng Fan with a sickle, the remaining five bandits not only failed to take warning, but also lost their minds at the same time. Hu Hou rushed towards Feng Fan one after another like five lunatics.

Seeing the bloody scene in front of him, Feng Fan couldn't help being startled, and after a moment of stupefaction, he was awakened by the wild cry.Seeing five bandits with bloodshot eyes and flashing murderous intent rushing towards him, Feng Fan backed away quickly, instantly opening the distance from the five of them.

"Boy, don't run, pay back my boss's life!" A bandit who rushed to the front brandished a machete and roared hoarsely.Thinking of some rumors, Feng Fan knew that these people have been harming people here all year round.

Looking at the ten ferocious gazes, Feng Fan's heart surged with anger, it seemed that this matter would not end well, even if he fled, these people might still find out where he lived.At that time, I don't care, but my second uncle may be in danger.Since these people are so vicious, today they have no choice but to eliminate harm for the people and kill them all.

Thinking of this, Feng Fan stopped.The body changed from retreating to advancing, and the sickle in his hand swung out, drawing an ugly arc in the air, and the blade just hit the machete of the bandit in front.The bandit felt his right hand was extremely numb, and the machete in his hand flew out uncontrollably.

Feng Fan then kicked out with his right foot, and with a "bang", after being attacked by a body condensed with the true energy of a cultivator, the bandit shot backwards like an arrow off the string, and finally hit a big tree .The bandit didn't make any screams, and died in an instant.The cause of his death was that the true energy emitted by Feng Fan's right foot shattered the meridians all over his body, after all, Feng Fan used all his strength for this kick.

Seeing this scene, the remaining four bandits seemed to wake up a little bit, and stopped abruptly.Although the eyes looking at Feng Fan were still full of resentment, there was a trace of fear in them.

Feng Fan picked up the machete on the ground, and muttered in his heart: "This bandit's knife is too light, this weapon can also be used for robbery!" If other bandits heard this, they would pass out from anger.The machete on the ground weighed tens of catties. Feng Fan felt that because he had cultivated the peerless cultivation method and became a cultivator, the weapons used by ordinary people were not worth mentioning in his hands.

The four thieves slowly gathered together, looking at Feng Fan warily.Seeing Feng Fan picked up the big knife and glanced over here, the four of them immediately felt a strange force enveloped their bodies, as if their thoughts became blocked, and their bodies seemed to be a little out of their control.

"The wind is tight, shit!" one of the bandits muttered in a low voice, and the four of them fled away one after another.

Since he killed someone, and worried about the revenge of these remnants in the future, Feng Fan absolutely cannot let these people go.The body shot out, Feng Fan swung the machete in his hand, and the last bandit was split in half.

The blade of the knife in Feng Fan's hand flipped and slashed across the air, cutting off the head of another bandit on the side.After Feng Fan moved forward rapidly for several breaths, he finally caught up with the third bandit.

The sickle in Feng Fan's right hand slashed across, the bandit screamed, and his body was cut in two.The last bandit jumped into the woods, Feng Fan let go of his consciousness, and firmly locked onto the bandit in the woods several meters away.

The bandit who was running away suddenly felt a cold wind coming from behind him. Before he could figure out what happened, he saw a machete pierced through his body, and the tip of the knife appeared on his chest.

With a scream, the bandit ran forward a few steps, fell headfirst to the ground, convulsed more than a dozen times, and finally passed away.