Beginning to win the big elder

Chapter 34 The Mystery of Resurrection
The sun was high, and someone exhumed the bodies of two old ginseng guests.

"Boss, Lu San and Wang Hai died."

The tall, middle-aged man picked up the wine jar, sprinkled a little bit of spirits in front of him, and asked with endless coldness in his eyes, "What do you see?"

"According to the inspection by his subordinates, Lu San received a heavy punch, and his organs shattered and fell to the ground immediately. As for Wang Hai, his body was covered with sword marks, and the other party seemed to be using him to practice swords."

"Oh? So, one is a master and the other is a fuel bottle?"

"I can't say that. Sword practitioners are progressing very fast, beyond imagination, and their skills are probably in the mid-transparent realm."

The tall and middle-aged man said persistently, "This is a dragging oil bottle. In addition, the other party also buried people. It's ridiculously stupid. I even wonder if they are Jianghus?"

As soon as the voice fell, there were two sounds of "plop plop", and the thieves who were digging up the corpses and inspecting the corpses died of poisoning.

The middle-aged man stayed where he was. After a long time, he turned around and said, "I take back what I just said. This is an enemy who is cunning to the core. It's not that he is stupid, but that I am stupid."

After a while, dozens of war horses galloped away...

Besides Chen Xinghe and Luo Chan'er, there were four horses behind them.

There were originally eight steeds, but unfortunately they were not in very good condition. They changed their rides an hour ago and let them go when they found that they were not suitable for running.

The four steeds behind them would probably be able to hold out until noon, and then the gray fur and the shadow were still in battle.

Lunch had to be eaten on horseback, and it was still a day away from the county seat of Daxing City.

Chen Xinghe's idea is to shorten this distance as much as possible, and then rely on light work to open the way.

The sound of hoofs came from behind.

Before noon, the two of them were caught up.

Luo Chan'er held the hilt of the sword, unaware that Ai Lang was full of disgust: "Those two old men only have a few ginseng whiskers on their bodies, maybe all of their wealth was used to buy horses, and they were so poor that they didn't kill Yuwang at all. The soldiers are more generous."

"Whoosh whoosh..." The arrow flew.

Chen Xinghe and Luo Chan'er sank: "Cavalry?"

The thirteen riders behind him gathered together like a torrent, and the momentum alone was shocking.

"Senior sister, keep moving forward, I'll stop them." Chen Xinghe flew down, and there was a tall tree of seven or eight feet by the road. He avoided the arrow with a whistling sound, and threw a series of fists out, "bang bang bang". It smashed the trunk abruptly.

"Boom..." Chen Xinghe withdrew the moment the tree collapsed, and saw that he was five feet tall, and it didn't take much time to catch up with the horse.

"Yu..." Thirteen riders stopped in front of the collapsed tree, disbelieving such a scene.

"Boss, this kid is not easy to deal with."

Someone next to him coughed: "Is that difficult to deal with? It's just extremely tricky, are we still chasing it?"

The tall middle-aged man rolled over and dismounted and said, "This is a warning, we will naturally pursue it, but we won't lead the way!"

"Haha, this is good, the mantis catching the cicada oriole is behind."

These cavalry seldom flinched, and it was really impossible for the opponent to deal with it with common sense.

Chen Xinghe was confident of defeating the Thirteen Horsemen, but he couldn't guarantee that he would be unscathed, so he weighed the pros and cons with warnings. The other party seemed to accept this "goodwill" and was not disturbed in the afternoon.

But it was stopped at night.

Standing in the middle of the official road was a man wearing a coir raincoat, straw sandals, a bamboo pole, and a fish basket. He was about 40 years old, his skin was tanned, and his eyes were a little swollen.

"Hey, you should be fishing on the river in this dress, wandering alone on the road to catch people, and later you will be treated as a water ghost and go ashore."

Chen Xinghe dismounted, patted Gray Mao's neck and said, "You have worked so hard today, go to the mountains to rest! Although it is very reluctant to give up, there is no way to go. It's easy to go."

The saddle fell to the ground, and the horses went silently to the side to graze.

After the backpack landed, Chen Xinghe took off his large burqa, and then went into battle lightly.

Luo Chan'er also threw away all unnecessary items, and moved slowly with the white bone dagger in her hand, ready to start with the middle-aged man in Minoyi.

There is no nonsense between the two sides, and the real seal is seen under the hand.

The fishing line slid at a very high speed with a silky sparkle.

The fisherman was a little surprised. The other party let the sharp fishing line wrap around his right arm. Did he think this fishing rod was ordinary?
However, there was no blood splattering scene, and the fishing line, which had always been unfavorable, trembled strangely.

Chen Xinghe only felt a light in his mind, and then saw a rugged path extending, which was the sign before entering the body of Elder Sha Qinghe that night.

"This?" Before he could react, the fishing line broke, and the light in his mind died down.

"Broken?" The fisherman couldn't believe it. Suddenly, he felt a breeze approaching. He hurriedly waved his fishing rod to meet him.

"Ding ding ding ding..." Luo Chan'er stabbed a total of sixteen swords, each of which was intercepted, proving that this was a difficult enemy to deal with.

Chen Xinghe looked at his right hand and realized something.

The state just now was undoubtedly "borrowing the corpse to revive the soul", but it consumed a lot.These days, the right arm has eaten several weapons, which can suppress the strange disease for at least half a year, but the light flashed in my mind just now, and it was immediately reduced by a month.

Rumor has it that on the battlefield of the siege of Qingyuan's third true legend, a large number of weapons are covered with rust marks.

"Fortunately, the fishing line is broken. If Hun'er really runs over, his right hand will not hurt to heaven? At that time, he can only slap his palm on the forehead and kill himself."

Chen Xinghe murmured in his heart: "It's strange, why didn't he respond to the short knife that caught the big man in women's clothes a few days ago? What's the trigger for this resurrection?"

There is a battle in front of you, and there is no time to think.

He hurriedly took out the scales he found in the jade, and meditated between his fingers: "Three Soul Sword, the second sword, sit and forget."

"Ding……"

The white-boned dagger collided with the fishing rod, and the fisherman's eyes erupted with anger. He was just about to use his ultimate move when he raised his qi, when a faint light flashed.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Why am I standing here?"

"What should I do?"

The fisherman was slightly stunned, Luo Chan'er crouched forward, holding the sword in her hand upside down, with a bloody light from the starting point.

"Pfft..." The Clothier fell to the ground, and Luo Chan'er turned around and was surprised: "Xinghe, this is the second sword of the Three Soul Sword, Zhan Wang? Just now, this person lost all alertness, and his eyes remained blank until he died."

"Yeah! This is sitting and forgetting. Once the first style of lightning is displayed, I will be useless. The second style seems to be okay, and the third style has not yet found my feeling. It is estimated that it will be fast in ten or eight years! So At present, there is only this way of sitting and forgetting, and it requires a lot of cooperation from you.”

"This is already quite bewitching." Luo Chan'er told the truth, and then she walked aside to say goodbye to Gray Mao and Shadow Tangle.

The two short-legged horses really couldn't run, not to mention that they were bought with real money, and they had feelings for galloping together for three days.

Chen Xinghe grabbed the fishing rod "tonic", and found that this Qimen weapon was a bit special, it seemed to have a bit of spirituality hidden, and when he used his right hand to do it, he felt a little bit of resistance.

"Oh? Is this the necessary element to start the resurrection of the dead? Spirituality?"

(End of this chapter)