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Volume 2 "Years of Bonding" Chapter 161 Counter-Robbery

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    On the way back to the county seat, the two deviated from the direction and road they came from.

    By asking local residents, the two learned that there is a shortcut to Sanshan City, but they may encounter some ferocious beasts along the way, which poses certain risks.

    Bian Yao and Mu Qingge naturally don't care about the dangers mentioned by the villagers. In the eyes of practitioners, the ferocious beasts described by mortals are basically the same as cats and dogs, and can be easily dispatched with three punches and two kicks.

    In early summer, the morning light fades quickly and the scorching sun gradually rises.

    In order to exchange the rat tail for property as soon as possible, the two hurried on, passing through the desolate graveyard; climbing over the deserted wild slopes, and finally followed a winding path covered with weeds and entered a forest directly.

    This is an old forest, and the scene of decay and prosperity is very obvious. Many tall and strong trees have died of old age, and the dry bark is cracked into scales, clearly recording the cruel peeling years.

    The road in the woods was easier to walk than expected, and the two of them ran quickly among the trees.

    Not long after, an open space of several feet in diameter suddenly appeared in front of the road, which seemed particularly abrupt in the jungle.

    In addition to being surprised, the two of them suddenly felt a sense of alarm and couldn't help but slow down.

    At this moment, five figures suddenly appeared from behind the trees ahead, blocking the way.

    The leader was a man in a short shirt, with a complexion as dark as coal, a few raised veins on his forehead, and a mean face.  Close to him stood a white-faced Confucian scholar with a gentle face but a cunning smile on his lips. The other three stood on both sides.

    Judging from the behavior of this group of people, they should all be practitioners, and they are all dream-crazy. The black-faced bandit leader and the white-faced Confucian scholar are most likely late-stage dream-crazy. The other three are also not simple, and they may also be dream-crazy.  The middle stage.

    Bian Yao's expression suddenly changed. He expected that he might have encountered a robber. He hurriedly stopped, crying secretly in his heart.  Mu Qingge stood aside, frowning slightly, looking coldly at the group of people blocking the way in front of him, but his expression was inexplicably calm.

    "Are you coming from a rat-infested area?" The white-faced Confucian scholar took a few steps forward and asked with a smile.

    Hearing this, Bian Yao couldn't help but be startled. After a slight hesitation, he nodded and replied, "Yes."

    The white-faced Confucian scholar smiled, and suddenly turned to look at Mu Qingge. When he saw that the thing behind his back was a sword, his expression froze for a moment, but he soon returned to normal.

    "Seeing that you are rushing towards the county seat, you must be in a hurry to exchange the rat tail for spiritual fruit, right?" The white-faced Confucian scholar turned his attention to Bian Yao again.

    Bian Yao said nothing, staring at this person closely with a look of vigilance on his face.

    Seeing that the two of them were silent, the white-faced Confucian scholar smiled and said, "Seeing that you are not old and it is not easy to venture out, I will not embarrass you. If you hand over ten alien rat tails, you can pass."

    Hearing this, Bian Yao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but he felt a little reluctant in his heart.  He and Mu Qingge risked their lives to get the rat tail. Ten rat tails can be exchanged for five hundred bixiang fruits. Although it is not a lot, no one would be willing to give it away like this for nothing.

    Since Bian Yao mastered the "Splitting Art", his combat power has almost doubled. With Mu Qingge as a swordsman, if they really fall out and start fighting, the two of them can fight each other.  However, he didn't want to expose his secret.

    "Can five senses work?" Bian Yao pondered for a while and asked tentatively.

    "No!" the white-faced Confucian scholar replied, the smile on his face not diminishing at all.

    "Seven roots?"

    The white-faced Confucian scholar said no more. The smile on his face obviously faded a bit, and there was a hint of impatience.

    "Second brother! I have told you a long time ago that since you are engaged in robbery, you must look like a robbery. If you show him a smile, he will have the courage to talk to you non-stop!" The man who has been silent has been silent.  The black-faced bandit leader suddenly sneered from behind.

    Bian Yao was very angry when he heard this. He understood that his hope of bargaining with the robbers had been lost. He turned to look at Mu Qingge and said in a negotiating tone: "Give it to them."

    The latter looked at the people across from him expressionlessly and did not answer. He looked noncommittal and had no idea what he was thinking.

    Seeing that he was silent, Bian Yao took it as acquiescence, so with a thought, ten gray-brown alien rat tails appeared in his palm, and he tied them into a bundle and threw them towards the opponent.

    The white-faced Confucian scholar raised his hand to catch the rat tail, smiled softly, then turned around and walked back, nodding and saying: "Let them pass."

    Hearing this, the black-faced bandit leader slowly walked aside and at the same time raised his hand and waved lightly.  Upon seeing this, the other three robbers moved to the air without saying a word.The other side of ? gave way to the middle road.

    Bian Yao showed slight hesitation on his face, and then said softly: "Let's go."  After saying this, he took the first step and walked forward.  Mu Qingge remained silent and followed behind with a stern face.

    The forest was quiet, and with gentle steps, the distance between the two of them and the five robbers was getting closer and closer.

    Suddenly, something unexpected happened!

    Mu Qingge, who was walking behind Bian Yao, suddenly swung his fingers, and a sword energy instantly shot towards the black-faced bandit leader, instantly penetrating into his chest, causing a low groan of pain.

    Before anyone else could react, Mu Qingge reached out and turned her wrist, quickly pulled out the cloth-wrapped sword from behind, and rushed towards the injured bandit leader!

    The sudden turn of events shocked the white-faced Confucian scholar, and he reacted in an instant. His complexion changed, and a silver spear appeared in his palm. He held the spear with one arm and stabbed the black man in panic.  film.

    Mu Qingge suddenly swayed sideways, stopped and dodged, and with a strangely fast footwork, he swung his sword to create a fierce arc of light!

    In an instant, blood flew everywhere, and a silver gun and a severed arm fell at the same time!

    "Ah" The white-faced Confucian scholar let out several screams and hurriedly used his remaining hand to hold down the broken arm that was bleeding.

    Almost at the same time, the three robbers on the other side suddenly realized!  One of the fierce-looking robbers reacted the fastest. He quickly rushed to Bian Yao's side with a sharp knife in his hand.

    Sensing the crisis, Bian Yao suddenly recovered from his surprise. He quickly ducked and performed a spinning kick, which barely hit the murderer's knee joint. Then he jumped up, flipped his wrist, and the black sand blade instantly appeared in his palm.  , pressed against the opponent's throat like lightning!

    Seeing this, the other two robbers each held knives and halberds and were about to rescue their accomplices when they suddenly heard a loud shout - "Stop!"

    Hearing this, the two robbers couldn't help but froze for a moment, then they held their weapons and stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.

    Bian Yao tilted his head slightly, glanced sideways at the open space, immediately raised the corners of his mouth, shook his head, and smiled helplessly.

    The shout just now was made by the black-faced bandit leader. At this moment, he was pressing his hand on his chest, and traces of bright red slowly overflowed from his fingers.  Beside his neck, there was a simple sword hanging sideways, its blade glowing with cold light.

    But in just a few breaths, the situation has changed dramatically.

    Among this group of robbers, there are two most powerful people: the black-faced bandit leader was injured and restrained, and his life is in the hands of Mu Qingsinger; the white-faced Confucian scholar lost an arm and basically lost his fighting ability, and has retreated at this time  He went to a tree and tried to stop the bleeding from his broken arm with a panic look on his face.

    The black-faced bandit leader knew that there was no room for a comeback. He gritted his teeth and quickly calmed down. He smiled slightly and said, "I really didn't realize that my little brother has cultivated to the realm of sword madness! Can we meet him in my lifetime?"  A swordsmanship genius is a blessing for mediocre practitioners like us! We just made a mistake, and I hope you will forgive me for offending."

    Mu Qingge stared at him coldly, her face still expressionless, and her hand holding the sword did not move, as if the other person's words had nothing to do with her.

    Presumably feeling a little embarrassed, the black-faced bandit leader laughed dryly and continued: "Whatever your friend wants, you might as well just say it. Everything can be discussed."

    "Robbery." Mu Qingge thought for a while, then said two words with a calm expression.

    After hearing this, the black-faced bandit leader did not show a trace of surprise. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I'll give you all the rat tails as an apology." As he spoke, there were two big ones in his hand.  Tie the rat's tail.

    Mu Qingge turned her head and glanced at Bian Yao. The meaning in her eyes was self-evident.

    Bian Yao rolled his eyes, hesitated for a moment, then put away the black sand blade that was pressed against the robber's chin, walked over, caught the rat tail thrown by the black-faced bandit leader, and put it into his space bag.

    After a while, the two men turned and left under the gaze of the robbers, and their figures quickly disappeared into the forest road.

    One day later, the two successfully returned to Sanshan City and rushed to the designated location as soon as possible to exchange all the Rat Tails into Bixiang Fruit.

    After that, they spent another half day touring Sanshan County and bought a lot of food and drink.

    Early the next morning, the two left the county and hurried westward.
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