Martial Arts: I Am Zhang Cuishan, the Sword Opens the Gate of Heaven!

"You are really good at roasting chicken!"

"This is the best roast chicken I've ever eaten. It would be great if Master could also eat roast pheasant like this."

The little beggar ate with great relish, and did not forget to admire Zhang Cuishan's craftsmanship.

"Ok?"

Hearing what the little beggar said, Zhang Cuishan frowned slightly, and muttered suspiciously: "Master?"

Helplessly, the little beggar didn't pay attention to him at all, and ate the roast chicken alone.

Not long after, Zhang Cuishan ate up the roasted chicken leg that Zhang Cuishan tore for the little beggar.

"give me!"

Suddenly, the little beggar threw the chicken bone in his hand, and took advantage of the situation to tighten the distance with Zhang Cuishan.

Then, he snatched the remaining roasted pheasant from Zhang Cuishan's hand.

"you……"

Zhang Cuishan was taken aback, thinking of saying something.

But before the words were out of his mouth, the little beggar was already gnawing on the remaining pheasant meat.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Cuishan looked bitter and helpless.

Thinking about it, this little beggar should have not eaten for many days, if not, he would not be so hungry.

After a short pause, Zhang Cuishan didn't think much, and let the little beggar eat roast pheasant.

Not long after, the little beggar ate up the rest of the roast pheasant.

"It's really comfortable!"

The little beggar sighed with emotion, looking contented.

Zhang Cuishan smiled helplessly, and when he was about to say something, a strange noise suddenly came from the forest.

"Huh! Huh huh!"

Immediately afterwards, several crackling sounds sounded.

Taking a closer look, four people flew down from the open space not far away.

"Ok?"

Seeing this, Zhang Cuishan's brows and eyes darkened, his expression vigilant.

At this time, those four people were also staring at Zhang Cuishan, the coldness in their eyes couldn't be more obvious.

"I don't know how many are there?"

After a moment of silence, Zhang Cuishan slowly stood up and asked.

From the expressions of these four people, it is not difficult to see that they should come from unkind people.

"We are the Four Demons of the Northwest!"

Hearing Zhang Cuishan's question, he was the first to answer.

"The four evil spirits of the Northwest?"

Zhang Cuishan was surprised, his brows were filled with suspicion.

His thoughts turned quickly, but unfortunately, he couldn't find any memories about the Four Demons of the Northwest in his memory.

Just when Zhang Cuishan was hesitating, the little beggar beside him suddenly interrupted:

"The four evil spirits of the Northwest are famous bounty hunters."

"The strength among the bounty hunters can be considered top-notch, and their boss is a veritable master!"

After hearing what the little beggar said, Zhang Cuishan was startled, and his expression became more dignified.

Although I don't know why this little beggar knows so clearly.

But one thing is very clear, among these four people, there is a master practitioner!

Before that, Zhang Cuishan was the strongest and had fought against half-step master Shan Yong.

Now, the boss of the Four Demons of the Northwest is a grand master, how can this not make him stand up for battle?

Chapter 26 The Four Shades of the Northwest

Just when Zhang Cuishan was waiting with vigilance, the little beggar frowned slightly and muttered in his heart.

"How did this person provoke the Four Demons of the Northwest?"

"Looking at his strength, he is only in the mid-innate stage. Even if he commits something, it shouldn't attract the four evil spirits of the Northwest!"

The little beggar thought to himself.

The helpless thing is that this thought went back and forth, and I couldn't think of a reason.

On the contrary, it messed up my thoughts, and my head was in a daze.

At this moment, Zhang Cuishan glanced at the four evil spirits in the northwest.

"I don't know how many people came, why?"

After a moment of silence, Zhang Cuishan asked aloud.

"Ah."

Hearing this, the leader gave a sneer and said softly, "Are you Wudang Zhang Cuishan?"

"it's me."

Zhang Cuishan was straightforward, and then responded.

The leader nodded and said indifferently: "If that's the case, then it's right."

At this point, the leader paused for a while, and then added: "We are four brothers, and we want to borrow something from you."

"Oh?"

Zhang Cuishan was surprised, and asked, "What is it?"

The leader raised the corner of his mouth lightly, revealing a cold smile.

Then, he slowly opened his mouth to respond: "Your Excellency has a head on his head!"

"what?"

As soon as the leader said this, Zhang Cuishan couldn't help but startled.

After a short pause, he swayed the magical trojan horse and bull in his hand, and said coldly: "If you want to take my head, let's see if you have the ability."

"Ha ha!"

The leader laughed loudly: "I didn't expect you to be arrogant!"

With that said, he was ready to make a move.

At this moment, a handsome man behind him suddenly shouted to stop: "Brother, how can I need you to deal with such a small character like him? Let my younger brother do it for me!"

While speaking, the man slowly stepped forward two steps, and waved the feather fan in his hand.

Zhang Cuishan glanced at the man, and was about to speak, but the little beggar beside him suddenly interrupted.

"His name is Song Ming, and he is the fourth eldest among the four evil spirits in the Northwest, and he has the title of Iron Fan."

"Strength, congenital late stage!"

The little beggar said unhurriedly, and took a look at Zhang Cuishan.

"Ok?"

Hearing what the little beggar said, Zhang Cuishan was startled, and even the Four Demons of the Northwest were also taken aback.

"How do you know so clearly?"

Surprised, Zhang Cuishan asked suspiciously.

What he couldn't understand was, how could a little beggar know so well about the four evil spirits of the northwest?

Seeing Zhang Cuishan's questioning, the little beggar smiled disapprovingly.

"You still care more about your own situation, right? The four evil spirits in the northwest are not so easy to deal with!"

After saying this, the little beggar didn't pay much attention to Zhang Cuishan, and then he warmed himself up by the campfire.

"This?"

Zhang Cuishan froze for a moment, and became increasingly suspicious of the little beggar's identity.

At this moment, Song Ming glanced at Zhang Cuishan.

"Boy, he reminded you right, you'd better think about yourself in your current situation!"

Hearing this, Zhang Cuishan came to his senses, tightened his grip on the magic weapon, the Trojan Horse, and his eyes were fixed on Song Ming.

"It's a good name for you!"

After a moment of silence, Zhang Cuishan suddenly said this.

The man's name is Song Ming, which is a homonym for "send life".

"Ok?"

Seeing that Zhang Cuishan was still in the mood to tease his own name, Song Ming immediately frowned.

The anger in my heart is burning!

"court death!"

For a moment, Song Ming yelled loudly, and he was already attacking Zhang Cuishan with a feather fan in his hand.

"Be careful with his feather fan, there is a poisonous needle hidden in it that will seal the throat when it sees blood."

Suddenly, the little beggar sitting by the campfire reminded Zhang Cuishan.

Zhang Cuishan was stunned for a moment, then without hesitation, he directly sacrificed his innate qi.

In an instant, a shield of stellar energy appeared on his body surface.

"This...is this innate stellar energy?"