I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 833 Uncertainty
Zhou Ming firmly believed in the cruel methods of Jin Batian and his gang. If he said that the master would not save him, he would not believe it even if he was killed. He must not be willing to fall into the tiger's mouth. Zhou Ming laughed a few times, quite pleased with himself, and pushed aside the branches in front of him again, looking at the group of bandits.

Not long after, the group of bandits came to the base of the big tree holding torches, led by a dozen or so strong men, six or seven of them were holding firecrackers, walking in front with a look of vigilance, and the others walked forward. Holding a torch for light.

Behind the dozen or so sturdy men followed three sedan chairs, one person sat on each sedan chair, and was carried by four or five big men. On the first sedan chair sat a big bearded man with a black mask wrapped around one eye. Rag, it seems that he is blind in one eye, he is lying on the sedan chair, looking lazy, but this big bearded man is wide and fat, he himself looks comfortable, but it is hard for those who carry the sedan chair below The few bandits on the road were sweating profusely and gasping for breath.

Behind the big bearded man was a thin, lean guy with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes sitting on a sedan chair. He looked to be in his thirties and was as thin as a monkey. The bandits who carried the sedan chair below were obviously more The sedan chair in front was much more relaxed.

On the last sedan chair sat a man dressed like a priest. He looked about 50 years old, about the same age as Taoist Qingfeng, with a gray beard growing under his lips. It seems to be holding something, covered with a black cloth, and I don't know what is under the black cloth.

The head of the road also looked very thin, but the bandits carrying the sedan chairs were sweating profusely, and their faces showed panic, and they didn't know what they were afraid of.

Before the Taoist priest passed under the tree, the Taoist leader Qingfeng on the tree suddenly felt something strange in his arms. He took out the compass and took a closer look, but saw the pointer on the compass suddenly shaking violently. North, erratic.

Daoist Qingfeng frowned tightly, and beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead. Zhou Ming suddenly felt a little strange. He turned his head and glanced at Daoist Qingfeng. Seeing the master looking nervously at the compass in his hand, he whispered He said: "Master...what's the matter...you..."

"who!"
Before Zhou Ming could finish speaking, the Taoist priest sitting on the sedan chair suddenly stood up from the sedan chair. He glanced at the big tree, took out a throwing knife, and pointed towards Qingfeng Taoist priest and Zhou Ming. The hiding place was flung over.

Qingfeng Dao had quick eyes and quick hands, and pinned Zhou Ming's head. The flying knife flew over Zhou Ming's head, cut off a lock of hair, and stuck it obliquely on a branch beside him. The dagger didn't go in. half body.

Zhou Ming turned his head and glanced at the flying knife, his eyes widened in shock, and he let out a secret cry. If the master hadn't held his head down, the flying knife would have been stuck in his forehead.

"Flicking..." Several strange birds suddenly flew up above the big tree, screaming and flying away.

"Second Uncle, what's the matter?" the sly-eyed military Hu San suddenly turned his head and asked, with a look of panic on his face.

(End of this chapter)