Chapter 415.
“Martial cultivator!”
When Wang Duan’s Fine Copper Whistling Stick smashed a sneak attacker with a knife into a pulp, a gasp of astonishment rang out from the surrounding mountains.
A martial cultivator referred to a cultivator who had entered the Dao with martial arts, and before practicing qi, he was an innate expert, or even a martial arts master.
The combat power of martial cultivators was notoriously strong, especially in melee combat, which was almost unmatched by cultivators of the same rank.
Only in the qi cultivation stage can sweep their peers, want to break the hole to open the house is much more difficult.
Nonetheless, idle high-level Qi Practitioners didn’t dare to mess with middle- and low-ranked martial cultivators.
The sneak attackers realized that they were afraid that they had hit an iron plate this time.
However, before they could make their next move, Wang Chen had already swept out tens of steps in the space of a few breaths like a tiger entering a forest, and the refined copper sentry stick in his hand rolled up a whistling wind and swept across the two sneak attackers holding bows and arrows.
Both of them were horrified and subconsciously flew backward.
Boom! Boom!
Accompanied by two dreams, these two sneak attackers were actually broken through their protective aura by the whistling stick.
They were smashed into two pieces!
The dark brown refined copper sentry stick carried a mist of blood, as if a dragon had come out of the sea, swinging up a heavy shadow of the stick and smashing down on the heads of the other three sneak attackers.
These three sneak attackers were unable to dodge in time, and their heads were all blown apart!
“Grandpa spare my life!”
At this point, only one middle-aged cultivator wearing a green-gray vestment remained in the woods.
He was the furthest away from Wang Chuan, so he survived to the end, but after witnessing his companions being mercilessly slaughtered by Wang Chuan, he was so scared that his limbs stiffened, and he didn’t even have the strength to try to escape.
He plopped down on his knees and begged in tears, “I have an eighty year old mother …… above me.”
“If you say one more word of nonsense, I will smash you to death!”
Wang Dust held the blood-stained refined copper sentry stick, and the corners of his mouth rose to reveal a mouthful of white teeth.
In the eyes of the middle-aged cultivator, his smile at this moment was even more terrifying than the devil’s, and he immediately trembled in silence.
Wang Chen took a step in front of the other party, lashed the refined copper sentry stick in his hand to the ground, and said, “I ask and you answer, understand?”
The middle-aged cultivator nodded like garlic.
Wang Chen asked in a deep voice, “Why did you intercept me?”
The expression on the middle-aged cultivator’s face was as if he had swallowed a ton of bitter bile raw, and his entire body was soaked in bitter juice.
It turned out that he and the several cultivators killed by Wang Chuan were all a group of mountain thieves entrenched in the nearby mountains, often ambushing the left side of the road to rob passing merchants and travelers, or solo practitioners.
Today, when he saw Wang Duan was alone on the road, he had bad thoughts and wanted to kill and seize wealth.
“I was also forced into the gang, and I have never done anything to harm the heavens or reason!”
This middle-aged cultivator was at the fifth level of Qi Practicing, and although his realm was not very low, he was not good at the ability to fight.
He was in fact a medical cultivator, specializing in spells such as diagnosing, treating, detoxifying, and so on.
Every time the mountain bandit gang robbed, they would bring him along.
It was equivalent to the role of a medic.
Intuition told Wang Chen that this guy wasn’t lying, and there was no Bloodbath Qi on the other party’s body.
He thought about it and said, “Tell you what, take me to your mountain fortress and I’ll let you live.”
“Huh?”
The middle-aged cultivator was shocked.
The group of mountain thieves he was forced to join had hundreds of men, and the cultivation of the big leader, the Black-faced Fiend, was the highest, reaching the eighth level of Qi Practicing, while below him there were thirty to forty loose cultivators at the beginning and middle levels of Qi Practicing.
As well as several innate martial artists!
With this kind of strength, even cultivators with perfect Qi Practicing would have to retreat.
Although Wang Dust was a martial arts cultivator, how could he fight this group of horse thieves with his cultivation at the seventh level of Qi Practicing?
“The Black-faced Fiend is not one to be messed with.”
The middle-aged cultivator persuaded bitterly, “The Black Faced Fury function he cultivates kills invisibly, and he once killed a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Practicing, if he knows that you killed his men ……”
In his opinion, Wang Dust running to the Black Faced Fury cottage was simply asking for death.
It wasn’t pure kindness on his part to dissuade Wang Dust, mainly because he was afraid that he would be dragged into it and also be taken by the Black-faced Fury and fed to the Snake Cave.
“Don’t worry about that.”
Wang Dust patted the other party’s shoulder and said, “You just need to take me to the ground and I’ll let you go.”
Wang Dust had disguised himself and traveled all the way solo, just to fish.
Earlier, he sensed prying eyes and even deliberately exposed the spirit stones hidden in his traveling bag.
Sure enough, he attracted a few small stray fish.
However, Wang Chen’s ultimate goal was to dig out the roots of the Xuan Yi Horse Thieves Group through this group of thieves.
Many local bandits and horse thieves have collusion with each other, passing messages or trading deals with each other, and when necessary, they will also join together to make a big ticket.
Of course, the other side and the Xuan Yi horse thief group may also have nothing to do.
But it doesn’t matter, Wang Chuan previously let Zuo Xiaomo to ask for information, know where the area around the North Hope City where there has been banditry, one by one to find the past is.
He could always find clues!
His character target this time Xuan Yi Taoist is extremely cunning, the movements of the bizarre come and go without a shadow, dry a vote immediately change a place.
Moreover, the horse thieves group had no fixed place to live, usually disguised as herdsmen or merchants, so it would be more difficult to catch their footsteps.
The target of the mission is traveling back and forth along the border of the two states, and Wang Dust does not have the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, so he can’t just wander around like a blind man feeling an elephant and try his luck.
So he played the idea of following the vine to find the melon.
Originally this matter with Ji Yongtai cooperation is the best, the latter belongs to the local snake, the news must be well-informed, to say that the Xuan Yi horse thieves do not have a little understanding of the situation, that is simply impossible.
But Wang Dust suspected that the other party has collusion with the Xuan Yi Taoist, looking for his help is tantamount to asking a tiger for its skin.
Therefore, he adopted the scheme of “openly repairing the inns and secretly taking advantage of the situation”.
As the saying goes, an arm cannot twist a thigh, seeing that Wang Chuan insisted on not listening to his own persuasion, the middle-aged cultivator could only let out a long sigh and obediently went to lead the way.
“Wait.”
Wang Dust pointed to the corpses on the ground, “The storage bags on them all belong to you.”
These mountain thieves who were so poor that they robbed the road could not have any good treasures on them, and Wang Dust was too lazy to scavenge.
In the spirit of not wasting, it was simply cheaper to take advantage of this guy who was forced to fall into the grass.
The middle-aged cultivator was greatly surprised, but also relaxed a lot.
He was most afraid that Wang Dust would use it up and throw it away, killing himself to silence him when he got to the place.
Now looking at Wang Dust’s intention, it was obvious that he had no such intention, and a trace of gratitude could not help but arise in his heart.
With the fastest speed to take away the storage bags of several mountain thieves, this middle-aged cultivator led Wang Duan to his family’s lair.
The Black-faced Fiend’s cottage wasn’t far away, but it was hidden in the deep mountains and extremely difficult to find.
The two trekked for dozens of miles, and a valley hidden between dangerous peaks appeared in front of them.
“There’s a cave in the innermost part …….”
The middle-aged cultivator wiped the sweat rising from his forehead and said, “The Black-faced Fiend and the others are hiding inside.”
Wang Chen nodded and suddenly slapped his palm on the back of the other party’s head.