Starting from Orion, kill a Martial Saint

Chapter 107 The day to leave the city has arrived!

In the early morning, before dawn, the snort of horses sounded in the street.

Accompanied by crisp sounds of horse hooves, a group of knights appeared on the bluestone road. The leader was a handsome young man with a long knife at his waist and red lips and white teeth. He looked like a girl who had accidentally fallen into a crowd of men.

The handsome young man seemed to eclipse the female knight beside him.

On the right side of the young man is a sturdy young man who looks a little distracted. He is carrying a long sword and looks particularly heroic.

The common people who got up early recognized the big shots from the Bafang Escort Bureau in the outer city from a distance. They stepped aside one after another to make way for these powerful men.

In the front row of the team, Wei Zheng looked a little distracted.

Armor, lime powder, hidden weapons, and three knives are all ready. There seems to be nothing missing.

The cold touch from the armor in his arms brought a faint sense of security to Wei Zheng's heart.

What is the scene like outside the city?
The victims are lying dead, and the bandits are entrenched?
But are there opportunities hidden outside the city?

He quietly glanced around at the bodyguards who were preparing to leave the city, and couldn't help but secretly marveled.

This time out of the city, there were more than 20 escorts alone. Including himself, there were a total of five bodyguards guarding the formation. The lowest level was at least a martial artist from Lianrou Pass.

The battle was so huge that almost all the elites from the Bafang Escort Bureau were dispatched, but it was only to escort grain and medicinal materials back to the county.

It seems that the last loss had a great impact on the Bafang Escort Bureau. This time, they just want to restore their reputation.

This time, Bafang Escort Agency has staked all the treasures.

Life or death, success or failure, it all depends on this escort.

Today, there was no sunshine.

After leaving the city, the light snow that was blowing in the wind gradually became heavier. Snowflakes as big as goose feathers covered the sky and the sun. After traveling for only a few miles, the ground turned into white snow.

This is also the first time Wei Zheng has seen the scene outside the city after traveling here.

From time to time, corpses that had been frozen to death and hardened would appear on the official road that had become desolate. From time to time, wild dogs would plow open the snow and drag out a corpse that had been frozen to death.

On the dead trees on the roadside, black-feathered crows kept making hoarse calls, flapping their wings, and pecking at the frozen flesh and blood on the ground.

The victims on the roadside were in groups of three or five, holding broken sticks for self-defense in their hands. Their clothes were torn and exposed, and their expressions were numb. They stared quietly at the escort agency leaving the city.

There were also many robbers and thieves composed of refugees, who followed the team quietly and plotted evil things with poor language weapons.

"crash"

On the carriage, a driver pulled out an apricot-yellow flag and placed it on the carriage. The flag kept fluttering in the wind, making a whirring sound, and a black word "王" on it was clearly visible.

The refugees with evil intentions stopped instantly and scattered in all directions.

When these refugees first came outside the city, they did not recognize the flag of the Bafang Escort Bureau. Later, the heads of the Bafang Escort Bureau taught them with knives and blood that this flag was not something to be trifled with!
The crowd dispersed quickly.Leave a wide road for the official road.

"Brother Wei, don't worry." Wang Muchhi let out a breath of white mist and smiled at Wei Zheng. "Our name is pretty loud in the outer city! There won't be any unsighted thieves coming to attack Qiu Feng!"

"Even if there is -" Wang Muchhi chuckled, winked at Wei Zheng, and motioned for him to look to the left.

"Even the female bodyguard Song Ping of our bodyguard agency is a bone-refining warrior. Wouldn't those little thieves be killed one by one?"

Following the voice, Wei Zheng looked at the female escort named Song Ping.

He looks about twenty years old, with a heroic spirit between his dark eyebrows, a serious smile, and the appearance of an iceberg.

As if feeling Wei Zheng's gaze, Song Ping raised her eyes to glance at Wei Zheng, then looked away and ignored him.

That cold face was filled with arrogance.

This made Wei Zheng stretch his hand out in the air, and the hand he was about to say hello stopped awkwardly.Wei Zheng frowned secretly and said nothing more.

He turned his head and looked straight ahead.

Wang Muchhi also shut up at the right time, letting this little embarrassment drift away in the wind.

The escort moved very fast, covering seventy or eighty miles in one day. If this continued, it would only take a few days to get the food from the destination and return to the city.

On the way, we encountered many thieves, most of whom ran away when they saw the flag of the escort agency.

Only a few blind bandits wanted to rob, but the female martial artist named Song Ping slashed their throats with a sword, leaving only a few corpses on the ground that gradually became stiff.

Wei Zheng turned around and saw that the corpses had quickly attracted a group of wild dogs.

The wild dogs attracted another group of red-eyed victims.

Until the evening, everyone set up camp and lit a fire in a dilapidated village that had long been abandoned. They finally relieved themselves of the fatigue of the whole day. Several people gathered around a fire and silently ate the dry food in their hands.

After a tiring day, there was a snowstorm, and no one seemed to be in the mood to chat.

The entire escort team was lifeless.

"Brother Wei, come here, the homemade sausages are so delicious." In front of the bonfire, Wang Muchhi took out a dark sausage from a small cloth bag and handed it to Wei Zheng. The bonfire made his little face blush.

After taking the sausage, Wei Zheng took a bite and looked at the bonfire not far away.

Song Ping was putting her hands on her knees, biting into the dry food in her hands, looking at the red bonfire in front of her, as if in a daze.

Occasionally, other bodyguards came close to share the food, but Song Ping stopped them in their tracks with a look in their eyes.

He is obviously a bodyguard like himself, but he always feels superior.

"Brother Wei, are you curious about Mr. Song?" Wang Muchi was very considerate. He bit his teeth and left a small tooth mark on the sesame cake.

"Headguard Song is different from us. Maybe she won't even take the big men in our inner city seriously, let alone us?

She turned out to be an outer disciple of the Qingjian Sect. Later, she was seriously injured and her skills were greatly reduced. Only then did she leave the sect and come to our Lin County. My father paid a lot of money to take her as the head escort.

Before she was seriously injured, I heard that she was already a highly accomplished martial artist. Even if she is injured now, not even the blood-coagulating martial artist dares to mess with her! "

"Qingjianmen? What is that?" Wei Zheng was a little curious.

"Don't even the Qingjian Sect know?" Wang Muchi looked a little surprised, but then thought that Wei Zheng came from a small mountain village, which was normal.

"Qingjian Sect is the largest sect in Qingzhou. It has the best martial arts resources in Qingzhou and has the most masters. There are almost a handful of blood coagulation realm martial arts masters in Qingjian Sect."

Wang Muzhi said and sighed.

"Brother Wei, you and I are called geniuses in the martial arts hall now, but when we get to the Qingjian Sect, I'm afraid we can't even compare to the talent of a handyman."

As Wang Muchi spoke, he suddenly stopped talking. He felt a cold light flash before his eyes, and a cold touch spread on his neck.

It was a long sword glowing green, like autumn water.

The owner of the sword has jade hands as white as lotus roots.

Song Ping's face was as frosty as she coldly looked down at Wang Muchhi in front of the bonfire.

"Wang Muchhi, don't think that because you are my boss, you can comment on me at will." Song Ping's eyes showed a faint murderous intent.

"Even if I'm injured now, if you really make me angry, even if you guys all come together, I will definitely kill you!"

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