"Martial Cultivator!"
When Wang Chen's fine copper whistle stick smashed a sneak attacker into a pulp with his knife, a burst of exclamations suddenly sounded in the surrounding mountains and forests.
Martial Cultivator refers to the monk named Entered Dao through Martial Arts. Before Qi Refining, he was Innate expert, or even Martial Grandmaster.
Martial Cultivator is notoriously powerful in combat, especially Close Combat, who is almost unmatched by monks of the same level.
It's just that Martial Cultivator was able to sweep away his peers in the Qi Refining period, but it was even more difficult for the Break Through Apertures and Open the Mansion.
Despite this, the ordinary high-level Qi Refining would not dare to provoke the mid-to-low-level Martial Cultivator.
The sneak attacker realized that he and others might have hit an iron plate this time.
However, before they could take the next step, Wang Chen was already like a tiger entering the forest, flying dozens of steps away in a breath. The fine copper whistle stick in his hand whipped up the roaring wind and swept away the two sneak attackers holding bows and arrows.
Both of them were horrified and flew back subconsciously.
Bang! Bang!
Accompanied by two dreams, the two sneak attackers were defeated Protection spiritual light by the whistle stick.
Block the waist and smash it into two parts!
The dark brown fine copper whistle stick carried a cloud of blood mist, like a dragon coming out of the sea, swinging up the shadow of the stick, and fell on the heads of the other three sneak attackers.
The three sneak attackers had no time to dodge, and their heads were all exploded!
"Grandpa, please forgive me!"
At this time, the only attacker left in the woods was a middle-aged monk wearing a blue-gray robe.
He was the farthest away from Wang Chen, so he survived to the end, but he witnessed his companions being ruthlessly slaughtered by Wang Chen. He was so frightened that his limbs became stiff and he had no strength to escape.
He knelt on the ground with a bang, and begged with tears streaming down his face, "I have an eighty-year-old mother..."
"If you say one more nonsense, I will crush you to death!"
Wang Chen held the fine copper whistle stick stained with blood, and raised the corners of his mouth to reveal a set of white teeth.
In the eyes of the middle-aged monk, his smile at this time was more terrifying than the devil, and he suddenly shivered and became silent.
Wang Chen walked up to the opponent, knocked the fine copper whistle stick in his hand to the ground, and said, "I'll ask you an answer, do you understand?"
The middle-aged monk nodded like a pound of garlic.
Wang Chen asked in a deep voice, "Why intercept and kill me?"
The expression on the middle-aged monk's face was as if he had swallowed a ton of gall alive, and his whole body was soaked in the bitter juice.
It turned out that he and the several monks who were killed by Wang Chen were all a group of bandits entrenched in the nearby mountains. They often ambush business travelers passing by on the left side of the road to rob them, or Rogue Cultivator who was walking alone.
Today, when I saw Wang Chen walking alone, I had evil thoughts and wanted to kill people and seize wealth.
"The villain was also forced to join the gang, and he has never done anything harmful to nature!"
Although the cultivation level of this middle-aged monk fifth level of Qi Condensation is not very low, he is not good at fighting.
He is actually a medical practitioner, specializing in diagnosis, treatment, detoxification and other spells.
Every time the bandit gang robbed, they would take him with them.
Equivalent to the role of a medic.
Intuition told Wang Chen that this guy was not lying, and there was no Blood Baleful Qi on him.
He thought for a moment and said, "Let's do this. Take me to your village and I'll let you live."
"Huh?"
The middle-aged monk was shocked.
The group of bandits he was forced to join had hundreds of people. Great Leader Black-faced Fiend had the highest cultivation level, reaching the level of eighth level of Qi Condensation. There were thirty or forty early Qi Condensation stage and mid-level Rogue Cultivator below him.
And many Innate Martial Artist!
With such strength, even peak Qi Condensation monks have to stay away.
Although Wang Chen is Martial Cultivator, with his cultivation level of seventh level of Qi Condensation, how can he fight against this group of horse thieves?
"Black-faced Fiend is not someone to be trifled with."
The middle-aged monk persuaded him earnestly, "The Black Fiend Skill he cultivates can kill people invisible. He once killed the monk ninth layer of Qi Condensation. If you let him know that you killed his men..."
In his opinion, Wang Chen running to the Black-faced Fiend copycat is simply asking for death.
He did not have any good intentions in trying to dissuade Wang Chen. He was mainly afraid that it would implicate himself and Black-faced Fiend would feed him to the snake cave.
"Don't worry about it."
Wang Chen patted the other party's shoulder and said, "As long as you take me to the end of the field, I will let you go."
Wang Chen disguised himself and walked alone all the way, just to fish.
Previously, he was aware of prying eyes and deliberately exposed the spiritual stone hidden in his luggage.
Sure enough, it attracted a few small miscellaneous fish.
But Wang Chen's ultimate goal is to dig out the roots of Profound Meaning Bandit Group through this group of thieves.
Bandits and horse thieves in many places are connected with each other, passing information or buying and selling transactions to each other, and when necessary, they will join forces to make a big deal.
Of course, it is possible that the other party has nothing to do with Profound Meaning Bandit Group.
But it doesn't matter. Wang Chen previously asked Zuo Xiaomo to inquire about the information. If he knows where there has been banditry in the surrounding areas of Northwatch City, he can just go find them one by one.
There's always a clue!
His character target this time, Profound Meaning Daoist, is extremely cunning, and his whereabouts are strange and disappear without a trace. He will change places immediately after making a move.
Moreover, the horse thieves live in no fixed location and usually disguise themselves as herdsmen or caravans, making it even more difficult to catch them.
The mission target was wandering back and forth across the border between the two states, and Wang Chen didn't have Heavenly Grotto's great Divine Ability ability, so it was impossible to just wander around and try to get lucky like a blind man trying to figure out an elephant.
So he decided to follow the clues.
Originally, it would be best to cooperate with Ji Yongtai on this matter. The latter is a local snake and must be well-informed. It is simply impossible to say that he does not have the slightest understanding of Profound Meaning Bandit Group's situation.
But Wang Chen suspected that the other party was connected with Profound Meaning Daoist, and asking him for help was tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger.
Therefore, they adopted the strategy of building plank roads openly and concealing Chen Cang.
As the saying goes, an arm cannot twist a thigh, but seeing Wang Chen insisting on not listening to his own persuasion, the middle-aged monk had no choice but to sigh and obediently lead the way.
"Wait."
Wang Chen pointed to the corpses on the ground. "All the storage bags on them belong to you."
These bandits who are so poor that they are ruthless cannot have any good treasures on them, and Wang Chen is too lazy to search for them.
In the spirit of not wasting, I simply took advantage of this guy who was forced to leave the grass.
The middle-aged monk was surprised, but also relaxed a lot.
He is most afraid of throwing Wang Chen away after use and killing himself when he gets there.
Now looking at the meaning of Wang Chen, it is obvious that there is no such intention, and I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude in my heart.
After snatching away the storage bags of several bandits as quickly as possible, the middle-aged monk took Wang Chen to his home lair.
Black-faced Fiend's cottage is not far away, but it's hidden deep in the mountains and is extremely difficult to find.
The two trekked dozens of miles of mountain roads, and a valley hidden among dangerous peaks appeared in front of them.
"There is a cave in the innermost part..."
The middle-aged monk wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Black-faced Fiend They are hiding inside."
Wang Chen nodded and suddenly slapped the opponent on the back of the head.