Spear in Hand, Hound in Tow, Slaying Demons

"Phew, this is the way."

Xu Zishuai reined in his horse, looked around, and saw that his horse was panting heavily, and even the horse he was leading was exhausted.

They traveled all night with two horses and finally arrived near their destination.

"I'll go down and look for it."

Winters in the south are not cold, and there are many broad-leaved trees in the dense forests, where sunlight dapples through the trees.

Seeing the dense jungle, Xiang ChangSong was about to dismount when Xu Zishuai stopped him.

"No need, I'll go. You go to the nearby villages and see if there are any horse-drawn carriages. Hire a few and I'll take care of the rest."

"Alright."

Xiang ChangSong turned his horse around and headed to find the town according to the map.

Although the Fourth Senior Brother is usually unrestrained, he is reliable when it comes to serious matters. His talent is among the best of his fellow disciples, and he can easily handle a few bandits.

Xu Zishuai tied his horse to a tree nearby and went into the forest alone.

The mountainous terrain was complex, and even with the Martial Master's keen senses, it took him a full hour to find it.

A two-meter-high gate to the mountain stronghold stood in the forest. Xu Zishuai did not act rashly. He Qi Concealment and sneaked inside for a quick look.

The bandits were all greasy-faced and covered in tattoos. They were not people who had suffered all kinds of oppression; they were all hooligans who gathered in the mountains and forests to roam.

He also saw several disheveled women locked in a room, the youngest of whom was only about ten years old. They were chained by the neck, and in front of them were broken bowls covered in black oil, emitting a strong stench.

No wonder the government specifically requested his head.

Xu Zishuai confirmed that the information on the bounty poster was correct. He returned to the Mountain Gate and stood in front of a tall tree that was as thick as a man's leg. With Sword One at his waist, the entire tree slowly collapsed.

The dry branches collided and snapped with a loud bang, startling the bandits who rushed out of their rooms and climbed up the gate to investigate.

A large tree, its tip sharpened and shaped like a spear, suddenly flew out of the forest, carrying a terrifying gust of air, and slammed into the gate. The gate shattered instantly, and the two bandits behind it were also knocked away.

The deafening roar startled the birds and beasts in the forest.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The bandits fell to the ground, their crotches gushing yellow liquid, terrified into silence.

"What a waste to waste two dog lives."

Xu Zishuai dusted off his hands and slowly stepped into the mountain stronghold. He looked at the toothless bandit lying on the ground, broke off a tree branch, and gently patted his cheek.

"Hey, where's your boss?"

The gap-toothed bandit was so frightened that his mind went blank, and he subconsciously pointed to the minced meat under the wooden door.

"Oh ho, dead? What a nuisance." Xu Zishuai scratched his cheek, leaped onto the last remaining section of the wooden frame, took out a rope and shouted, "Everyone, don't be afraid, listen to me, I'm here to do three things, first, catch people, second, catch people, and third, damn it, catch people. Be good, one by one, come up and put your necks in here."

In the shadows of a corner, a bald bandit twitched his fingers. Seeing that no one seemed to be paying attention to him, he moved his legs slightly, backing away little by little. After retreating four or five meters, he got up and ran away! Sigh

The bald bandit lowered his head. A blood-stained tree branch was stuck straight into the ground. He reached out and touched it, and found that a bloody hole the size of a thumb had appeared in his chest.

Thump.

The bandit knelt on the ground, blood slowly seeping from beneath him.

"Hey, I told you to listen to me, why won't you listen? Come on, get up here and put your necks in!"

When Xiang ChangSong returned with the caravan, the more than twenty bandits were tied to trees one by one like dogs.

"There are still a few women in the mountain stronghold, please help them out."

"I'll go take a look."

He arrived at the mountain stronghold with a few trembling drivers. The gate was in disarray, with flesh and blood piled up under the heavy wooden door and blood flowing everywhere. Xiang ChangSong was not surprised by this.

Senior Brother Xu is an orphan.

He was both luckier and unluckier than his Junior Brother Liang.

He once had adoptive parents who took him in, but when bandits came to the village, they all perished in order to save the hen that could lay eggs.

Senior Brother Xu hated the mountain bandits to the core.

There wasn't a single bandit stronghold within a hundred li of Ping Yang Town.

night.

Today's special training is finally over, and Liang Qu is so tired that he wants to collapse on the Martial Arts Field.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, he would think of the Subduing Waves Spear under the bed and become excited.

After absorbing the Medicinal Bath and completing one round of Stance Training training, Liang Qu, having recovered his Qi and Blood, took out his spear, admired it for a while, then shouldered it and began practicing in the courtyard.

The moonlight shone on my body, and my bare chest rose and fell with my breath.

He used all his strength, his muscles bulging, like a crouching leopard.

With the flow of Qi and Blood, the well-defined muscles of the arms powerfully press and lift the spear, every line flowing smoothly.

Judging from his physique alone, he is comparable to the top swimmers of his previous life.

Sometimes, standing in front of the bronze mirror in his room, Liang Qu couldn't believe that the flawless lines in the mirror belonged to him.

In just over three months, his height increased dramatically. From a short man who couldn't even afford food and was only a little over 1.6 meters tall, he grew to 1.75 meters, and the growth was rapid.

Before forging the Fubo, Senior Brother Lu Gang examined his bones again to calculate his bone age in order to determine the length of the spear.

The final conclusion is that, based on the current trend, Liang Qu's height will be fixed between 5 feet 6 and 5 feet 7 inches, which is over 1.85 meters! Perfect.

Liang Qu took a deep breath and unleashed his power under the moonlight.

The Black Gold spear light grew even sharper, like fragments reflecting stars.

When Fist strikes a hard object, a tiny crack appears, and the body begins to repair it. As the number of repairs increases, the bone density will continue to increase, and the fist will become even harder!

The same applies to Spirit Weapon. Every collision and swing will cause them to adjust themselves in order to better suit the needs and combat habits of their Lord of Weapons.

Spirit Weapon can no longer be called weapons; they are living beings!

As long as it doesn't suffer catastrophic damage, the Spirit Weapon can recover!

"Huff, huff, huff."

The heavy gun, weighing nearly 100 pounds, swept through the bushes like a hurricane, swirling up layers of fallen leaves.

After playing for a quarter of an hour, Liang Qu's muscles ached and swelled, so he had to stop. He wiped the gun barrel, rinsed off the sweat with cold water, and then fell into a deep sleep.

The third day was another day of intensive training.

However, today's special training only lasted half a day, and in the afternoon Hu Qi let Liang Qu adjust his state and take a nap.

Based on the departure time of Xu Zishuai and his companion, they should be able to return around this evening.

The four brothers will then go up the mountain together to Fahua Temple to see what the Mountain Ghost is all about.

In the evening, Hu Qi finished class early, put on Arm Guard, carried a dark red bow that was at least 1.5 meters long on his back, and had a quiver of arrows hanging from his waist.

Lu Gang also arrived at the Martial Arts School, dressed as usual, and led a very large black dog with glossy fur and an exceptionally majestic appearance.

"The Mountain Hunting Dog is Master's precious pet. It's very sensitive to the aura of Spirit Monster. If the Blood Sacrifice is ineffective, let it try," Lu Gang explained.

Having donned his robes and slung a long spear over his shoulder, Liang Qu appeared lost in thought.

With everything prepared, he and his two fellow disciples arrived at the crossroads at the foot of Fahua Temple.

As darkness fell, the sound of wheels rolling over the dirt road grew louder as it approached.