When Qin Shuang called out, Wen Wenyan thought that what he expected was not bad, and he was even more happy. He was even more dedicated to showing his strength. How could he stop?

Wu Shankang glanced at him, and the Nine-ring Knife in his hand was shocked, and he followed Wen Wenyan.

However, when Qu Huijun heard Qin Shuang's shouting, he thought about it, but did not chase him, but returned to Qin Shuang and shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Wu, Wen Yan, come back. Junior Brother Qin is right, don't chase the enemy!"

But Wu Shan Kang and Wen Wenyan didn't know whether they heard it or not. As soon as Qu Huijun shouted, they accelerated their pace and instantly disappeared into the dense forest.

Qu Huijun shook his head, sighed helplessly, looked at Qin Shuang and said, "Junior Brother Qin, let's go there too. If there is anything wrong, it's better to have some care."

Qin Shuang nodded and said, "Just that's right, I'll listen to my senior sister."

Qu Huijun waved his long whip and rolled it back to his waist again, saying, "Junior Brother Qin, follow me!"

When she was fighting with the bandits just now, she also saw Qin Shuang standing by the side and watching. However, her thoughts from Wen Wenyan were different, and she did not have the idea of ​​finally being able to overcome Qin Shuang. She just purely thought that it was normal for Qin Shuang not to take action. After all, this junior brother only had the cultivation level of the late stage of meridian training, and it was the first time he had done a task. It should be the first time he had seen these vicious bandits, so it was not surprising that he was a little nervous and cautious.

When Qin Shuang and Qu Huijun walked through the woods, the scene in front of them changed their faces and they were both shocked and angry!

In front of them was a small village with less than a hundred farmers, surrounded by fields and a hundred acres of fertile land. It should have been a peaceful and harmonious rural scene without conflict with the world.

But at this moment, there were corpses everywhere, blood flowing into a river. Among the corpses were men and women, old and young, and a considerable number of them were incomplete. Some of the heads were cut off, some of the hands and feet were cut off, and the scene was terrible. Some of the female corpses could even be seen without any clothes covering their bodies and their heads were messy. It was obvious that they had suffered inhuman humiliation during their lifetime!

What makes people most passionate is that there are even several babies under term in the corpse!

This once peaceful and peaceful village was now full of fires, and the fires surged into the sky and crackled; the beams of the houses were broken, the walls collapsed, and it was in a mess, and it had completely turned into a thrilling hell on earth!

Wu Shan Kang and Wen Wenyan, who were one step ahead, were standing in a separate way. Beside them, they had already sieged fifty or sixty bandits holding weapons.

Not far from them, there were more than 20 other bandits staring at them. One of the four people standing in front was Cui Shizhong who had just escaped.

As for the other three, they all look similar to Cui Shizhong’s age:

A strong man with dark skin, a bald head shining and reflecting in the sun, but his teeth are blood-red, his eyes are both round and convex, but he has no eyebrows. He holds his forks and can feel the evil spirit emitted from his body without getting close to it.

A thin man, but he was as thin as a dry man, with his hands in his sleeves, and his face had a strange expression, smiling and smiling. I don’t know if he was born like this or was really smiling strangely.

But Qin Shuang's eyes fell on the last middle-aged scholar. This man was wearing a plain Confucian shirt, a square scarf, and a folding fan in his hand slowly shaking. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his aura was not obvious, and he was the least murderous among the four of them. But Qin Shuang could feel that this scholar was probably the one with the highest cultivation level among the four.

"Fourth brother! Lao Ba and Lao Ten are the four of them!" Cui Shizhong saw Wu Shan Kang and the others chasing him one after another, and immediately pointed his hand and said loudly.

The bald strong man looked at it, suddenly sneered, and said contemptuously: "I said Cui Shiyi, you have been walking on the road for years, and your progress has become increasingly greater! Look at the fact that there are only four people, and there is also a delicate little girl who can scare you and more than ten people under you to the point of being so scared that you have been pissed off. A few brothers are really yours!"

He said the opposite, and the meaning of ridicule was strong. How could Cui Shizhong not hear it? He was furious and said, "Hou Dezao! Don't be sarcastic here. You can speak without any pain when you stand! If you have the aura, go up and try that delicate little girl, see if you can still speak while standing!"

The bald and strong man Hu Dezao still sneered, looking at Cui Shizhong's words on the surface, but there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes when he looked at Qu Huijun.

The middle-aged scholar waved the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile: "You can't blame the Eleventh Brother for being useless. These four young people are afraid that they are not like the opponents we have encountered in the past. Within this radius of 500 miles, those who can face so many people in the Deyun Village in Huagong Mountain are still fearless. Apart from the disciples of Chengyuan Wuzong, there should be no one else?"

Wen Wenyan immediately became proud when he heard this and thought that our Chengyuan Wuzong is indeed famous. Even these bandits had heard of them, so he shouted loudly: "Yes, we are the personal disciples of Xuan Deng Zhenren, the head of Chengyuan Wuzong. Since you bandits know that they are powerful, come and apologize quickly. Maybe we can let you go!"

He was very contented in his words. Wu Shankang, Qu Huijun and Qin Shuang were frowning, and they all complained in their hearts that Wen Wenyan was so stupid. He didn't ask much, but he was very frank and told him all his details to the other party.

But Wen Wenyan was quick-talking, and Wu Shankang and the others wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

The middle-aged scholar smiled slightly, nodded, and said, "It's true that he is a high disciple of Chengyuan Wuzong, that's no wonder. Xuandeng Zhenren is famous all over the world, his cultivation has been involved in fortune, and the turtle and snake life and death skills are even more powerful in the martial arts world. The disciples he taught are naturally very skilled in martial arts and clever."

He was clearly mocking Wen Wenyan for being stupid, and Wu Shankang and the others were shaking their heads in secret, but Wen Wenyan was very happy and even praised the bandit in his heart for being quite good and speaking very well.

The literati suddenly closed the folding fan in his hand and said, "Since you are disciples of Chengyuan Wuzong, then I, Wen Shengyi, will only sell Xuandeng Zhenren for a face. Although you have killed us brothers, Wen also made his own decisions. Both sides might as well stop and go their own way, so it is considered a good relationship."

In fact, in addition to Qin Shuang, Wu Shan Kang had also seen that this middle-aged scholar's literary victory was not easy to deal with.

Although he didn't think he could not beat Wen Shengyi, in addition to Wen Shengyi, there were also Cui Shizhong, Hu Dezao and the thin man here, who were probably not mediocre, and there were even dozens of bandits around him. If he really started, it would be a bit troublesome.

When he heard that Wen Shengyi was giving in, he was exactly what Wu Shankang thought. He was about to say a few words and then retreat, but he was snatched by Qu Huijun and snatched him first: "No!"

(End of this chapter)

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