The burly man looked at Yuan Zhencheng with a gloomy face. Since he was the one who spoke first, he naturally attracted everyone's attention.
However, Yuan Zhencheng's reaction was different. Facing more than 30 Red-scarf Burglars, he did not show any fear. Instead, there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.
The Red-scarf Burglar was experienced and knowledgeable. Naturally, he would not be wrong about this expression. He furrowed his brows. The people in front of him were becoming more and more unfathomable in his mind.
"Big Brother Liao, why are you talking nonsense with them? These horses are not bad. If we leave all of them behind, the leader will definitely reward us."
A Red-scarf Burglar walked out with his eyes shining. His gaze was fixed on the Red-scarf Horses. However, he was even more vicious. He actually wanted to leave all of the horses behind. As for what would happen after the horses were left behind, he was too lazy to even mention it.
Big Brother Liao's eyes were filled with a fierce light. He told himself in his heart that it was not easy to meet an expert in this world. With his eighth layer internal strength and more than 30 brothers who had fourth or fifth layer internal strength, it was enough to run amok on this official road.
Indeed, a true expert would not take turns to travel. Moreover, experts were rare. They were not cabbages that could be found in the market.
Once he made a decision, he suddenly raised his voice, "You guys, leave the horses and goods behind. Then, you can go."
Yuan Zhencheng sighed inwardly. His expression did not change as he said, "You must be planning to rob me."
Big Brother Liao chuckled and said, "We are not blocking the road to rob, we are robbing the rich to help the poor. You have so many horses, the goods on the horses must not be light. You must be rich and heartless profiteers. Leave the goods behind and I will spare your lives."
He Yiming chuckled. It was his first time dealing with bandits. He did not expect that not only would they rob others, they would also rob the rich to help the poor. However, after the rich were robbed, the money might not be distributed to the poor.
Yuan Zhencheng was about to speak, but He Yitian said loudly, "Uncle Yuan, if we hand over the goods and horses, do you think these people will really spare our lives?"
When Big Brother Liao heard this, he felt relieved. It seemed that he had been overthinking. It turned out that these people only looked profound on the outside, but in fact, they didn't have much foundation. His face instantly darkened, and he made up his mind to kill all four of them.
Yuan Zhencheng hesitated for a moment and said, "Horse bandits love to kill the innocent. Even in the Jilin Kingdom, we have heard of the Red-scarf Burglars. They are vicious and merciless. Even if we hand over the items, they won't let us go."
He Yitian had an expression of sudden realization. He turned his head and asked, "Master Liao, is my uncle right?"
Big Brother Liao laughed loudly and said, "This old fellow has been to the pugilistic world a few times, so he has some experience. That's right … "His expression changed as he said," Today, you have to leave your goods and horses behind. You have to leave your people as well. "
Just as Big Brother Liao was talking to He Yitian and the others, more than thirty horse bandits had already dispersed slowly. They came to the main road and faintly blocked the front and back passage.
In their view, these four people were like turtles in a jar. They had no chance to escape.
He Yitian shook his head slightly, as if he was talking to himself, "Since it's the same whether we hand it over or not, why should we listen to them and hand over the horses? Right, Sixth Brother? "
He Yiming was slightly startled, then he smiled and said, "Big Brother is right."
He Yitian looked at the horse bandits who were gradually approaching them and suddenly said, "Sixth Brother, but they have more people. Why don't we hand over some goods?" He pointed to the scabbard on He Yiming's horse and said, "This thing is worth a lot. Maybe it can buy our lives."
His voice was not low. Several horse bandits in front followed his finger and looked at the scabbard on He Yiming's horse.
He Yiming's large glaive was placed in the scabbard. It was more than a meter long. As there were three parts of the glaive, it was difficult to distinguish what it was from the outside.
Big Brother Liao's heart moved slightly. He Yiming's horse was a rare good horse. If he desperately ran forward, he might not be able to catch up. At least, under the condition that he did not hurt the red silk horse, he did not have much confidence in capturing them alive.
"Hey, you over there, what's in your bag? Quickly hand it over. If it's really a treasure, just treat it as the money to buy your lives." Big Brother Liao stared and said fiercely, "If you make Master Liao happy, perhaps he will be merciful and let you live."
At this point, He Yiming had already understood his big brother's meaning. He smiled knowingly and said, "Okay, since you want to see it, I'll show it to you. However, if you want to buy our lives with this thing, it's more than enough."
Then, he took off the scabbard from the horse's back and casually tossed it over.
Such a heavy glaive did not seem to have any weight in his hand. It was as light as a feather and did not have any strength.
The large bag that was more than a meter long actually traveled nearly 20 meters in the air and fell from a height of six to seven meters.
With He Yiming's ingenious technique, it did not cause any strong wind. Anyone who saw this situation would think that the bag was at most five kilograms heavy.
The few mounted gangsters did not say anything. They had a ferocious smile on their faces.
However, the expressions of He Quanxin, his son, and Yuan Zhencheng changed at the same time. After traveling together for a few days, even Yuan Zhencheng knew what was in the bag.
That was the weapon that made Old Master He Wude famous when he was young.
However, he had always been very curious as to why this weapon was not passed to the Old Master's eldest son, He Quanxin, or his eldest grandson, He Yitian. Instead, it was passed to his sixth grandson, He Yiming.
However, at this moment, he finally knew the answer.
This He Yiming was definitely not simple. Not only was his physical strength unbelievably great, but the strength of his inner strength was also definitely a level higher than his own. Moreover, the ingenuity of his inner strength was also far from what he could imagine.
However, he did not know that even He Quanxin, who was at the tenth level of inner strength, was shocked when he saw this scene.
With the cultivation of the tenth level of inner strength, it was naturally possible to throw the glaive to such a height and distance. However, it was impossible to do it so casually and without any power.
Big Brother Liao raised his head. His arrogant gaze focused on the bag. He casually stretched out an arm and opened his hand that was as big as a palm-leaf fan. He grabbed the bag that was falling down from above his head.
All of a sudden, his expression changed. Half a second after his hand touched the pouch, the arrogance and baleful aura in his eyes had completely faded away. In an instant, it was replaced by disbelief and a trace of fear from the bottom of his heart.
He raised his other hand as if he wanted to raise it up high. However, the speed of the bag falling suddenly accelerated the moment it made contact with his palm.
"Dong …"
A crisp sound was heard. The bag fell fiercely and heavily hit his head.
Big Brother Liao turned over and fell without saying a word. His body that was lying on the ground could not stop twitching. It was as if he suddenly had an epileptic seizure.
Many bandits looked at this scene with their mouths agape. They did not understand what happened at all.
However, when everyone's eyes were focused on Big Brother Liao's body, they could not help but gasp.
A large part of Big Brother Liao's head had already sunk downwards. It was as if his head was smashed by a huge hammer on the spot.
The red and white brain matter was faintly visible. After his body twitched for a moment, it finally stopped moving completely.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment. A strong sense of uneasiness surged in the hearts of all the bandits.
No one was an idiot. After seeing this scene, even the stupidest person knew that the person they encountered was not an ordinary person.
In fact, Big Brother Liao was a cultivator of the eighth level of inner strength. Although he could not be compared to He Yiming and the others, he was definitely not someone who could be killed by a three hundred and sixty catty glaive.
However, he underestimated this bag because when he saw He Yiming casually throw this thing a few meters high and twenty meters away, no one would have thought that this thing's weight had actually reached such a terrifying level.
Moreover, when He Yiming threw the glaive, he used a very clever force and deliberately aimed it at Big Brother Liao's head.
With all these factors added together, Big Brother Liao, who was at the eighth level of inner strength, died without knowing why. It could even be said that he died with grievances.
He Quanxin sighed and said, "One Tian, One Ming. Since we've already made a move, there's no need to show mercy. However they want to treat us, we'll pay them back in the same way. "
He Yitian and his brother responded at the same time. They suddenly jumped off their horses and rushed into the group of bandits like two large birds.
Yuan Zhencheng moved and wanted to join the group of bandits, but he was stopped by He Quanxin and said, "Brother Yuan, let the two of them handle it."
Yuan Zhencheng smiled and immediately relaxed. If Li Ling was here, he would have made the same choice. These bandits' martial arts were not strong. Without a doubt, they were the best choice for the younger generation to practice.
However, his gaze fell on He Yiming and suddenly asked, "Brother He, what level of inner strength has nephew Yiming reached?"
He Quanxin smiled honestly and said, "His talent is not bad, so it's a little higher."
Yuan Zhencheng nodded as if he understood something. However, he did not know that this so-called 'a little higher' was actually unattainable.
After all, He Yitian was 24 years old. Under the deliberate training of the elders in his family, he had a few real battles. Especially when he was 20 years old, he had joined the government's activities to encircle and suppress bandits. He had fought with these fierce bandits with real swords and spears.
Therefore, he was ruthless and could not be compared to ordinary young people.
A long sword was dancing in his hand. Although the earth element technique was the strongest in terms of defense, when the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, the speed of the earth element technique killing people was also not slow.
The long sword danced in his hand as if it was flying, as if it had come alive. Anyone who confronted him head-on had their weapons knocked out of their hands in just a few moves, or had a transparent hole left in their bodies. Moreover, he did not show any mercy. In the blink of an eye, he had already killed seven or eight people.
He Yiming's movements were definitely not as exaggerated as He Yitian's. He walked in the crowd as if he was taking a stroll in the courtyard. However, as long as there was someone in the place where he passed by, he would reach out his hand, grab the person and throw him into the air.
This throw was not a small matter. Not only was the person's body sore and numb, but he could no longer exert any strength. Moreover, he drew a beautiful arc in the air and finally landed on the ground 20 meters away.
At this point, these mounted bandits finally understood why the cloth pouch looked so light, yet it was able to smash someone to death.
Although the bandits had the advantage in numbers and were ruthless, they could not escape from He Yiming's side no matter whether they attacked with their swords or turned around to escape.
He Yiming reached out his hand, grabbed, and threw. Other than this, it seemed that he did not have any other methods. However, it was this extremely simple method that displayed an unimaginable power.
After a moment, the 20 bandits who were blocking in front of the crowd all had a taste of being thrown into the air and fell to the corner of the official road far away, groaning in pain.
He Yiming had only instilled a little bit of True Qi into them and it had already messed up their Inner Energy. At this moment, they were unable to gather their Inner Energy and it was impossible for them to do any strenuous movements.
This was the difference between True Qi and Inner Energy. The two were simply not on the same level.
After a while, the remaining bandits at the back screamed and no longer dared to tangle with He Yitian. They turned around and ran. Their only hope was that no one would chase after them.
He Yitian let out a long roar and his figure ran back and forth on the road like lightning. Most of the people who ran away died under his sword. Only one person was extremely agile and actually ran towards the river. Once he reached the river, he immediately jumped into the river without caring about anything else.
Although the river was cold, taking a cold bath was nothing compared to saving one's life.
He Quanxin lightly snorted. He was not satisfied that someone had escaped but he did not help. Against these bandits who only had three to five layers of Inner Energy, he could not lower his face to make a move.
"What do we do with these people?" He Yiming pointed at the mountain of flesh formed by the 20 bandits and asked.
He Quanxin slightly shook his head and said, "Yiming, how did these people want to deal with us?"
"They wanted to steal our horses and money."
"What happened after they stole it?" He Quanxin still asked slowly.
He Yiming opened his mouth but did not speak.
He Quanxin sighed and said, "Yiming, you should understand why I asked them just now." He paused and said coldly, "These people wanted to kill us on the spot after they stole the goods."
He Yiming glanced at Brother Liao's corpse. This sentence was said by Brother Liao himself. He Yiming decided to make an example out of him and kill him.
However, looking at the bandits who were wailing, he hesitated in his heart.
Yuan Zhencheng was silent at the side. This was He Quanxin teaching his disciple. This was not a good time to interrupt.
Seeing He Yiming's hesitant expression, He Quanxin shook his head again and said, "Yiming, these people were all caught by you. What you want to do is up to you. We will not interfere."
Then, he lightly patted the horse he was sitting on and said, "We will wait for you in the town ahead. Your horse is fast, catch up yourself."
Yuan Zhencheng urged his horse and followed closely behind He Quanxin. He Yitian wiped the long sword in his hand clean on the bandits' corpses. Then, he patted Yuan Zhencheng's shoulder and said, "Yiming, no matter what your decision is, I will support you."
Then, he also jumped onto his horse and chased after them.
Instantly, only He Yiming was left here. Of course, there were corpses all over the ground, the wailing wounded, and the thirty over ownerless steeds.
So many horses, it was a great fortune. However, everyone was tight on time. How could they have the time to deal with such a small matter? They could only leave it be.
He Yiming thought for a moment and came to Brother Liao's side to take the long package back.
The package was stained with red and white brain matter. It looked disgusting. He Yiming opened the outermost package and threw it away. Fortunately, the leather inside was not stained. After gently wiping it a few times, it was already clean.
Red Silk Horse obediently came to He Yiming's side and stretched out its big head to bow to him.
When this horse was with He Yiming at the beginning, it was still a little unruly. However, after He Yiming used a little force to clamp it, it became very obedient.
Now, even in the He Clan Manor, other than He Yiming, there was no one else who could ride it alone.
His gaze turned to the group of bandits who were wailing together. Although these bandits were crying out in pain, they were already scared out of their wits. One by one, they opened their mouths to plead for mercy.
They all knew that this was their only chance to live. Therefore, each of them spared no effort.
He Yiming's expression kept changing. Although there were few people on the official road, there were still people coming and going. However, when these people saw the situation here, their expressions changed drastically. They spurred their horses and left quickly. No one dared to stay for a moment.
In the end, He Yiming sighed softly. He still did not make a move.
He turned around and rode on Red Silk Horse. He gently patted it twice. This precious horse instantly turned into a red shadow and disappeared at the end of the official road.
Not long after, he caught up with Eldest Uncle and the rest.
He Quanxin and the rest had obviously slowed down on purpose. That was why he could catch up so quickly.
They did not ask how He Yiming was going to deal with these bandits. Perhaps, what He Quanxin needed was not the result, but merely a process for him to think about it.
After the group of people gathered together, their speed suddenly increased. It was as if the incident with the bandits had never happened. Everyone spurred their horses and rushed towards Jin Lin.
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