Longevity starts from Yitian

Chapter 122
The vicious monk at the head pointed to Ji Qinglin, Shu Shuo, Qingniao, and Jiang Ni, and said with a smirk: "Brothers, these three beauties are kept with this handsome rabbit, and the rest are slaughtered. Cut the weeds and root them out!"

The other gangsters in the forest booed and cheered immediately, as if Ji Qinglin and his party were lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Now that the appetizing fish has bitten the hook, Ji Qinglin no longer wastes time acting with these bandits in the forest, and ordered Wei Shuyang, Lu Qiantang, Shu Shu, and Yang Qingfeng's four followers in a loud voice: "Take care of these bandits, don't let any of them go!" Alone, I'll go exercise first."

He got a whole body of Rhubarb True Qi, so he should use it more if there is nothing to do, so as to master it as soon as possible.

Qingniaoxiu frowned slightly, and wanted to step forward to protect Ji Qinglin, but was stopped by him, and said softly: "How can there be a reason for the general not to fight and let a big girl protect him?"

General?

Those bandits in the forest couldn't help wondering if they had heard it wrong. In their eyes, this rich man, how could he look like a general at all?
The leader of the fierce monk sneered and said: "My lord, are you stunned by reading novels, and you really think of yourself as a unparalleled general?"

Ji Qinglinhun ignored him and walked straight to him.

Seeing this posture, the fierce monk was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly: "The boy is still in good spirits. You are the one who is looking for death if you want to fight the Sa family twice!" Ji Qinglin's face slammed.

The gangsters around saw that the boss raised his fist and wanted to hit the rich man who was so weak at first glance, they couldn't bear to look at him for a while, and the gangsters who had taken a fancy to Ji Qinglin, this handsome son, secretly thought it was a pity that this punch would go away , can he keep his Pan An-like face?

They have all heard about the heroic deeds of the big boss who killed the local butcher surnamed Zheng with three punches. Can this rich man who knows no martial arts at first glance be able to withstand a punch from the big boss?

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and to the surprise of the gangsters, Ji Qinglin, a wealthy son who seemed so weak in their eyes, had no strength to restrain a chicken, but actually firmly grasped the big fist of the vicious monk with one hand. .

The fierce monk was a little dumbfounded, and found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't retract the punch, and the force from the opponent's hand was far stronger than him.

Ji Qinglin raised his left leg, and directly kicked the ferocious monk's stomach with an unpretentious Zuozheng kick. The vicious monk just wanted to raise his leg to defend, but found that his stomach had already been stabbed.Ji Qinglin let go of the right hand holding the monk's fist, and the monk immediately flew upside down for hundreds of steps, smashing several giant trees as thick as four or five people could hug, and finally fell to the ground.

A monk lying on one foot.

The other bandits immediately realized that the rich man in front of him was probably not as simple as they thought before. They were all green forest men who licked blood on the knife edge, and it was not like they had never seen a master of the rivers and lakes. Look at the performance of this rich man , I am afraid that he is a master of the third rank!

At this moment, about twenty grass bandits in the forest didn't even think about it, they turned around and fled, shouting: "The wind is blowing!"

Lao Huang thought it was quite interesting, he laughed foolishly, and then shouted: "The wind is pulling!"

Wei Shuyang, Lu Qiantang, Shu Yu, and Yang Qingfeng's four retinues had already received Ji Qinglin's order to watch the four directions of east, west, north, south, and not to let any of these grassroots bandits go.

Lu Qiantang, who was already very burly and tall, pulled out the huge sword named "Chixia", which made him even more majestic. Seeing the seven grass bandits in the forest wanting to flee south, he directly slashed out with an extremely domineering sword. , All the seven grass bandits in the forest were beheaded by his overbearing sword energy, and their heads were in different places.

Killing bandits is like mowing grass.

Shu Shu, who was missed by the most grass bandits in the forest before, the powerful internal energy in his body flowed like a river, gathered in the palms of a pair of slender jade hands, and then blasted out, slapping the six grass bandits who yearned to flee to the north.

The bodies of the six grass bandits running wild in the forest suddenly accelerated under the powerful palm force, and they fell forward, and they never got up again. If the autopsy specialists in the government opened their bodies, they would be found His internal organs are already shattered.

Who else dares to continue to treat Mrs. Shu as a weak woman who can't stand when the wind blows?
(It’s an old girl in her 30s, so it’s not wrong to call her a lady, right?)
Wei Shuyang, an old Taoist priest who cultivated the Nine Dou Rice Road, wore a gray wide-sleeved Taoist robe. His sleeves were rolled up, and two jets of water instantly rolled up in the stream that was only dozens of steps away, like two diving dragons coming out of the water. He rushed at the six forest bandits who were fleeing to the east, involved them, and drowned them alive in the water.

But Yang Qingfeng's methods are the most mysterious and strange, the ten slender, sickly white fingers only moved a few times, and the seven forest bandits who fled to the west were suddenly hidden in the forest. The thing was forcibly dragged into the depths of the jungle, and after a few piercing screams, only the sound of chewing bones and meat remained...

In the end, there were still eleven grassroots bandits in the forest who chose not to flee, but to fight to the death. They all brandished their swords and slashed at Ji Qinglin. , The head of the family with little chance of revenge.

This made Ji Qinglin a little surprised, he didn't expect that among these grass bandits in the forest, there were people who dared to fight to the death.

Don't look at the word "fight to the death" which is easy to say, but it is extremely difficult to do it.

The so-called battle to the death is one that must be defeated without being timid, and that one must die without refusing to fight. Back then, Xu Xiao had 30 cavalry in Beiliang, relying on this quality that even the last pawns were willing to fight to the death for Xu Xiao. Let the world be terrified.

Ji Qinglin turned around and swept away with his legs. Eleven forest bandits were knocked down by his legs one after another, and they fell to the ground unconscious.

"Lu Qiantang, keep these twelve bandits first and tie them up. I have something to interrogate them. The rest of the bandits will have to be stabbed so that no fish will slip through the net. Yang Qingfeng, I heard that you are proficient in exorcising corpses." technique, and then these corpses will be handed over to you." Ji Qinglin ordered.

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At dusk, Ji Qinglin and his party found a dilapidated Taoist temple and started a fire.

According to Wei Shuyang, an old Taoist priest of Jiudoumi, this dilapidated Taoist temple was originally a famous and prosperous Jiudoumi Taoist temple, but the Jiudoumi Taoist forces on Qingcheng Mountain were all driven away by the bandit-like Qingyang Palace owner. The Nine Dou Rice Dao forces in the Taoist temples are no exception, and the remaining Taoist temples are naturally abandoned.

Generally speaking, the bandits who fell into bandits in Qingcheng Mountain would not choose to live in these abandoned Taoist temples, because Taoist temples were built to welcome pilgrims, and the location is often more conspicuous, which is not conducive to these stragglers and the government. The bandits choose their old dens , and more in love with remote and secret places with dangerous terrain.

(End of this chapter)