Mountain Bandits

Seeing the system announcement.

Chen Feng's hairs stood on end.

Two thousand experience points at once!

What kind of concept was that?

His Master's pressure was only worth a thousand!

Chen Feng didn't hesitate at all, and quickly shouted at Cheng Li: "Retreat! Retreat quickly! There's an ambush!"

At the same time, he turned his head to look at Square Face and cursed:

"You idiot!"

Square Face was stunned. Hearing Chen Feng cursing him, he immediately became furious and was about to lash out.

The others were also shocked by Chen Feng's sudden reaction and were about to ask what happened.

However...

"Rustle rustle."

A sound that didn't belong to the wind came from the mountain.

Cheng Li, as the strongest person present, immediately sensed something was wrong. He also hurried his horse, wanting to turn back.

But...

It was too late.

A sharp whistle suddenly came from the Right Woods.

The whistle was sharp and thin, like a needle piercing everyone's ears.

Immediately after, black shadows emerged from the bushes, not one or two, but many, coming from all directions.

Chen Feng's heart sank to the bottom.

All mountain bandits!

Holding various weapons in their hands.

Charging towards Chen Feng's group!

Chen Feng quickly scanned them. He estimated there were thirty or more. This number was enough to crush their convoy.

Watching the mountain bandits charge down one after another.

The square-faced martial artist's face turned ashen.

He wanted to curse Chen Feng, but the words swirled in his mouth and vanished.

He realized he had caused a huge disaster.

"There's no other way! Protect the horses! We're breaking out!"

Chen Feng shouted.

He squeezed his legs, and the horse beneath him roared and charged forward.

"This, how can we possibly break out?!" The square-faced martial artist's face was pale.

No one listened to him anymore.

The people from the Changwei Escort Agency, trusting Chen Feng completely, also urged their horses toward the winding official road.

Cheng Li also didn't hesitate, cracking his whip forcefully.

The carriage began to accelerate.

Inside, someone heard the commotion outside and asked, "Second Uncle, what happened?"

It was a seemingly calm question.

But the trembling voice fully exposed Cheng Tingxue's unease.

"It's nothing, don't worry..."

Cheng Li's response lacked confidence.

There were too many mountain bandits. While they posed no threat to him, a Bone Forging Realm martial artist, he couldn't guarantee the safety of Cheng Tingxue, an ordinary person, nor could he guarantee the carriage would remain intact.

If the horses had a problem...

Their forward speed would be greatly reduced.

Being caught by those behind them would only be a matter of time.

At this moment, the depression became a race track, and everyone just wanted to get out of it as soon as possible.

However...

The mountain bandits wouldn't make such a low-level mistake.

All escape routes were already blocked.

A group of people ambushed in the roadside bushes had blocked the road the moment the whistle blew.

Carrying cleavers, they looked ferocious.

The Square-faced Martial Artist, who had been trying to escape the fastest, his face changed drastically, and he shouted, "I knew we couldn't break through!"

"There's an ambush!"

At this moment, Chen Feng was controlling the horses.

He slowly moved towards Cheng Li's carriage.

Chen Feng letting everyone charge forward was naturally not him walking into a trap. He heard him shout:

"Senior! You clear the way!"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Feng leaped from his horse and landed on the carriage.

Cheng Li immediately understood Chen Feng's intention. He immediately jumped off the carriage, handing over the coachman's position to Chen Feng.

The moment he landed.

Cheng Li's vast Blood Qi from the Bone Forging Realm surged, and the scene sounded like bursts of war drums.

He unleashed his full power from the start!

It was both a declaration of resolve and a deterrent.

The next second.

Cheng Li stomped his foot on the ground fiercely.

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, like an arrow released from a bowstring, he shot out.

His speed was actually far faster than the carriage!

In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed to the side of the Mountain Bandits blocking the road.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With three palms, he scattered the Brigands blocking the road.

One of them, who suffered the worst, was sent spitting blood, his ribs completely broken, and he looked like he wouldn't survive.

"Boss! This is a tough opponent!"

A Mountain Bandit shouted loudly, not daring to approach Cheng Li at all.

At this moment, Cheng Li's face was fierce.

Whoever comes, dies!

"Block! Block them with all your might!"

A roar came from the mountainside.

"Block, we can't block them!"

"We have to block even if we can't!"

How could the minor mountain bandits contend with a Bone Forging Martial Artist? Under Chen Feng's cover, everyone gradually retreated from the depression.

This was Chen Feng's plan.

Simple and brutal.

Directly let Cheng Li crush them with his strength, forcing a path open.

Otherwise, if the encirclement tightened.

They really wouldn't be able to escape.

"Senior!"

Chen Feng roared, lowering his center of gravity, and extended a hand to Cheng Li.

With a strong pull.

He was steadily back on the carriage.

"Sec, Second Uncle, are you alright?"

Anxious inquiries came from Cheng Tingxue from the carriage.

"I'm fine..."

Cheng Li panted heavily, clearly the burst of power had consumed him greatly.

As it stood.

Only one horse was lost.

It was still acceptable; their travel speed wouldn't slow down too much.

However, Chen Feng's expression remained solemn.

If he were a mountain bandit.

It's definitely not just this little preparation.

"What's wrong?..."

Cheng Li subconsciously looked at Chen Feng.

However, before he could finish speaking.

Bang--

An arrow, carrying a sharp whistling sound through the air, shattered everyone's peace of mind.

The first arrow didn't hit anyone, it just embedded itself in the path ahead, seemingly aiming and gauging the group's movement speed.

"Protect the horses!"

Chen Feng roared.

The Square-faced Martial Artist running at the forefront was terrified. He knew with his backside that they would definitely shoot the fastest runner first.

So, the Square-faced Martial Artist slowed down slightly.

He fell half a body length behind his companions.

As expected.

Three breaths later, the second arrow followed closely, heading straight for the Xu Family Martial Artist at the very front!

"Ah!!"

The Xu Family Martial Artist cried out in pain.

The arrow was deeply embedded in his right shoulder.

Blood gushed out.

He staggered on his horse, almost falling off.

Fortunately, his strong desire to survive made him grip the reins tightly, not daring to slacken for a moment.

And he honestly followed Chen Feng's instructions, using his own body to shield the horse beneath him.

Being shot a few arrows, if lucky, one could still survive.

But if the horse was gone, there would be no escape, and death would be certain.

Thrum~

The archer plucked the bowstring.

It also stirred the hearts of everyone present.

"Where, where! Where!"

Chen Feng's gaze rapidly swept across the steep mountain slope. If he couldn't find the archer soon, they wouldn't even be able to defend themselves!

Swish!

Another arrow shot over.

It seemed to be aimed at Cheng Li.

Fortunately, the carriage was large enough to block the arrow for him.

The sharp arrow pierced the wooden board.

Half of the arrow shaft embedded itself inside the carriage.

"Ahhh ahhh ahhh!"

Inside the carriage, the maid shrieked in panic.

Her sharp, ear-piercing cries continuously disrupted Chen Feng's thoughts.

Even Cheng Li felt annoyed and couldn't help but shout:

"Stop that noise!!"

However, after his loud shout, the cries turned into whimpering sobs, becoming even more chaotic.

Veins bulged on Chen Feng's forehead.

But now was not the time for scolding.

He had to quickly find the archer's location.

Crying, screaming, wailing, cursing, the sound of hooves...

Chen Feng held his breath and concentrated.

His gaze followed the direction from which the arrow had flown, from far to near, looking up at the mountain...

His eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Found him!"

He saw a protruding boulder on the mountainside.

A person was holding a long bow, a quiver of White Feather Arrows (G: 白羽箭) hanging at his waist. He was currently nocking an arrow and drawing his bow.

In just two short breaths.

A streak of white had already been placed on the string.