(Chapter Three.)
In the mountain forest, danger lurked everywhere. Shu Xiu, Yang Qingfeng, Ning Emei, and Wei Shuyang's groups gathered together. They all felt a sense of powerlessness and frustration. Several times, they wanted to surround and capture him, but in the end, that brat found an opportunity to escape. He was as slippery as a loach. One time, Ning Emei's short halberd even pierced that person's arm. That brat forcibly withstood a blow from Old Taoist Mi's sleeve and used the momentum to roll a few times. Full of viciousness, he left behind a sentence, "Grandson, this grandfather will definitely return the favor double in the future." His shoulder knocked aside a Phoenix Battalion light cavalry behind him, and he once again fled into the shadows of the forest. The light cavalry was heavily injured by that ferocious collision. Yang Qingfeng's three red-clawed rats were all dead, and the last two had been crushed to death by that brat. Shu Xiu's expression was extremely unsightly. The best opportunity had been when that brat with a mouth full of obscenities had been shot by a powerful crossbow and forced into a dead end. However, with Shu Xiu's two hands and the vigorous internal energy that could activate the red armor of the talisman general, she was only able to slap that brat surnamed Yuan into a tree. The thick tree had already been snapped, but he was still alive. This definitely wasn't Shu Xiu's intention to slowly play with him like a cat catching a rat. With one hand, she should have slapped that brat until his insides split open.
Shu Xiu couldn't figure out the strangeness of this situation.
If it was a simple superposition of martial strength, this side was definitely much stronger than that brat. However, Yuan Tingshan's bladesmanship was firm and unyielding, and his temperament was rather cautious. In addition, he seemed to have a keen sense of danger. Twice, when the net was just a hair away from closing, he was able to escape.
Ning Emei cupped some water from the stream and patted his face. He calmly said, "This person is a natural scout."
Shu Xiu was slightly angered. "General Ning, if we can't capture this person, then we shouldn't leave the mountain!"
The paralyzed Yang Qingfeng expressionlessly said, "With His Royal Highness' gyrfalcons helping to keep an eye on him, we can capture him."
Shu Xiu's anger flared even more. She mocked, "You're really promising!"
Wei Shuyang acted as the peacemaker. "No rush, no rush. The Phoenix Battalion is familiar with traveling at night. We'll chase for one more night. If we still can't find him tomorrow morning, we'll immediately leave the mountain and head to Zhi Zhang City. At that time, if Your Highness is angry, this humble Taoist will bear it.. "
His expression, he turned, he turned his head, and asked, without a change of expression. he turned his head, he and asked.....
Because they were busy chasing after the enemy, they didn't have time to retrieve many of the arrows that were shot out. Other than the one who was heavily injured, the other nine members of the Phoenix Battalion reported the number of arrows they had shot out.
Ning Emei said, "Let's redistribute it. Zhu Zhi, Ye Zhenfu, you two escort the injured Shao Donglu. Purposely keep a distance from us and act as bait. "
Without any hesitation, the two White Horses replied, "Understood!"
Wei Shuyang couldn't bear it. He said softly, "General Ning, isn't this a little …?"
Ning Emei, whose voice was as soft as that of the young woman from Wu Zhou in Zhigang City, smiled. She did not explain anything, but Shu Xiong could see the determination in this general's eyes.
Shu Xiu couldn't help but ask, "General Ning, are you sure that kid will fall into the trap?"
Ning Emei said calmly, "Yuan Tingshan has a vengeful personality. He's also very opportunistic. Even if there's a risk, he's willing to take a gamble. In this encirclement, I can see that this person has always believed in his gamble. "
Shu Xiu said, "Oh." She didn't say anything else. As long as the mission was completed, the death of a few light cavalry was nothing to her. But in her heart, her evaluation of this good tempered Beiliang general increased.
An hour later.
Yuan Tingshan squatted on a branch and stared at the three light cavalry that had left the formation. The wound on his arm had been bandaged, and the short halberd was in his mouth.
To kill or not to kill?
Yuan Tingshan was hesitating.
He could kill people with a sharp blade, but he could also cut flesh with a blunt blade.
Even with his strong will, he was cursing in his heart. An originally easy mission had turned into such a miserable state. Even a clay Bodhisattva would have some anger. Yuan Tingshan believed that in terms of talent, he was not inferior to the disciples of the aristocratic families. Among the Xuanyuan brothers on the Bull Mound, two of them had left the mountain to travel the Jianghu to earn their reputation as heroes. One of them had almost had the tendons in his arms and legs broken, while the other had some real skills. They fought to a draw, but Yuan Tingshan only lost in terms of moves. If he really fought with his life on the line, he was confident that he could cripple the elegant aristocratic family disciple within a hundred moves. A cold smile appeared on Yuan Tingshan's face. Reincarnation was very important. If one was born into a good mother's womb, they would be able to easily obtain top tier secret manuals. With the guidance of an expert in the family, they would be stable. The people of the same age from the aristocratic families would pretend to be extraordinary. If they could not beat them, they could just cry to their parents. It would be difficult to suffer even if they wanted to. Song Keli was undoubtedly one of the best among these people. Yuan Tingshan lowered his head and looked at the podao that was as inconspicuous as his own. What could he rely on? He could only rely on this damn podao to carve out a future for himself!
Hateful.
Hateful, I should kill.
Kill!
I don't believe that I will die here. As long as I don't live long enough, even the King of Hell will not be able to take my life.
Yuan Tingshan bit the short halberd and was about to jump down from the branch.
His body instantly stiffened, like a full moon bow.
Someone above him laughed.
At this critical moment, Yuan Tingshan was about to fight to the death.
That person said softly, "Don't regret it."
Yuan Tingshan did not move at all. He did not hesitate to reverse the flow of his Qi. Blood oozed out from the corner of his mouth due to his internal injuries. However, his mind was extremely clear.
"No one wants to buy your life. I am too lazy to kill you. I just find it fun to see you running around. I don't want you to die so early. "
Yuan Tingshan gritted his teeth and asked, "Who are you?"
There was no response.
Yuan Tingshan risked looking up and saw a little girl squatting on a swaying branch. She was carrying a golden sunflower.
On the tree and under the tree, they stared at each other.
"Other than an old man who taught me how to kill, I usually only talk to the dead or those who are about to die. If you speak more than twenty words, you will die even if you don't. How many words have you seen? "
The girl spoke very stiffly. At the end of her sentence, the corners of her mouth curled up.
Yuan Tingshan's Qi surged. He was not only bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but also from his seven orifices. However, at this moment, his blade emitted an inch-long bluish-purple glow.
That day, he went deep into Mount Longhu with Xuanyuan Qingfeng and saw a middle-aged Daoist fishing. He was the only one who ate all the Vermilion fruits. At first, Yuan Tingshan did not think much of it. However, when he went down the mountain and boarded the boat, he heard a voice. It was that Daoist's voice. He only said the words' dragon spits water '. However, when he looked around, he could not see that Daoist. Then, his Qi sea began to roll. When he arrived at Mount Hui, he vomited blood all the way up the mountain. When he arrived at Six-Fold Waterfall, he almost crawled under the dragon spits water. Later, he had to carry the torrential water on his back. With his physique, it was reasonable to say that he could hold on for half an hour. Any longer and he would hurt his internal organs and meridians. However, he sat there for twenty-four hours. It was indescribably mysterious.
His realm advanced rapidly.
This was the biggest reason why Yuan Tingshan dared to use his blade against that young master on the white horse.
Now, he only lacked a secret blade technique manual!
Yuan Tingshan raised his blade and chopped off half of the branches of the towering tree.
At some point, the little girl was squatting on a nearby tree. She was still carrying that eyesore of a sunflower. She said calmly, "Heh, your realm advanced."
This time, Yuan Tingshan was really running for his life.
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