Chapter 415: Suppression of Bandits (Continued 2)

"Martial arts cultivator!"

When Wang Chen's fine copper whistle stick smashed a sneak attacker into a pulp with his knife, there was a burst of exclamations in the surrounding mountains and forests.

Wu Xiu refers to monks who enter the Tao through martial arts. Before practicing Qi, they are innate masters or even martial arts masters.

Martial arts cultivators are notoriously powerful in combat, especially in close combat, and are almost unmatched by cultivators of the same level.

It's just that martial arts cultivators can sweep away their peers during the Qi training period, but it is even more difficult to break through the orifices and open the palace.

Despite this, ordinary high-level Qi practitioners would not dare to provoke middle- and low-level martial arts cultivators.

The sneak attacker realized that he and others might have hit an iron plate this time.

However, before they could take the next step, Wang Chen had already entered the forest like a fierce tiger. He swept dozens of steps away in a breath. The fine copper whistle stick in his hand whipped up the roaring wind and swept away the two sneak attackers holding bows and arrows. .

Both of them were horrified and flew back subconsciously.

Bang! Bang!

Accompanied by two dreams, the two sneak attackers were forcefully broken through the protective aura by the sentry stick.

Block the waist and smash it into two parts!

The dark brown fine copper whistle stick carried a cloud of blood mist, like a dragon coming out of the sea, swinging up the shadow of the stick, and fell on the heads of the other three sneak attackers.

The three sneak attackers had no time to dodge, and their heads were all exploded!

"Grandpa, please forgive me!"

At this time, the only attacker left in the woods was a middle-aged monk wearing a blue-gray robe.

He was the farthest away from Wang Chen, so he survived to the end, but he witnessed his companions being mercilessly slaughtered by Wang Chen. He was so frightened that his limbs became stiff and he had no energy to escape.

He knelt on the ground with a bang, and begged with tears streaming down his face: "I have an eighty-year-old mother..."

"If you say one more nonsense, I will crush you to death!"

Wang Chen held the fine copper whistle stick stained with blood, and raised the corners of his mouth to reveal a set of white teeth.

In the eyes of the middle-aged monk, his smile at this time was more terrifying than the devil, and he suddenly shivered and became silent.

Wang Chen walked up to the other party, slapped the fine copper whistle stick in his hand on the ground, and said, "I'll ask you an answer, do you understand?"

The middle-aged monk nodded like a pound of garlic.

Wang Chen asked in a deep voice: "Why intercept and kill me?"

The expression on the middle-aged monk's face was as if he had swallowed a ton of gall alive, and his whole body was soaked in the bitter juice.

It turned out that he and the several monks who were beaten to death by Wang Chen were all a group of bandits entrenched in the nearby mountains. They often ambush Daozuo and rob passing merchants or lone monks.

Seeing Wang Chen walking alone today, he had evil thoughts and wanted to kill people and seize wealth.

"The villain was also forced to join the gang, and he has never done anything harmful to nature!"

This middle-aged monk is at the fifth level of Qi training. Although his level is not very low, he is not good at fighting.

He is actually a medical practitioner, specializing in diagnosis, treatment, detoxification and other spells.

Every time the bandit gang robbed, they would take him with them.

Equivalent to the role of a medic.

Wang Chen's intuition told Wang Chen that this guy was not lying, and there was no blood evil in him.

He thought for a moment and said, "Well, take me to your village and I'll let you live."

"ah?"

The middle-aged monk was shocked.

The group of bandits he was forced to join had hundreds of people. The big leader, Black Faced Sha, had the highest level of cultivation and had reached the eighth level of Qi training. Below him, there were thirty or forty junior Qi practitioners and Intermediate casual cultivator.

And many innate warriors!

With such strength, even monks with perfect qi training would have to stay away.

Although Wang Chen is a martial arts cultivator, how can he fight with this group of horse thieves with his seventh level of Qi training?

"The black-faced man is not someone to be trifled with."

The middle-aged monk persuaded him earnestly: "The black evil power he cultivated can kill people invisible. He once killed a monk at the ninth level of Qi training. If you let him know that you killed his subordinates..."

In his opinion, Wang Chen was simply asking for death by going to the Black-faced Sha village.

His dissuasion from Wang Chen was not purely out of kindness, but mainly because he was afraid that it would implicate himself and be fed to the Snake Cave by the Black-faced Shaman.

"Don't worry about it."

Wang Chen patted the other party's shoulder and said, "As long as you take me to the end of the field, I will let you go."

Wang Chen disguised himself and walked alone all the way, just to fish.

Previously, he was aware of prying eyes and deliberately exposed the spiritual stone hidden in his luggage.

Sure enough, it attracted a few small miscellaneous fish.

But Wang Chen's ultimate goal is to dig out the roots of the Xuanyi Horse Thieves through this group of thieves.

Bandits and horse thieves in many places are connected with each other, passing information or buying and selling to each other, and when necessary, they will join forces to make a big deal.

Of course, it is possible that the other party has nothing to do with the Xuanyi Horse Thieves Group.

But that doesn't matter. Wang Chen had previously asked Zuo Xiaomo to inquire about where there had been banditry in the area around Beiwang City, and just go find them one by one.

There's always a clue!

His character target this time, Taoist Xuanyi, is extremely cunning, and his whereabouts are strange and disappear without a trace. He will change places as soon as he makes a move.

Moreover, the horse thieves have no fixed residence and usually disguise themselves as herdsmen or caravans, making it even more difficult to catch them.

The target of the mission wandered back and forth between the two states, and Wang Chen did not have the all-seeing supernatural power, so it was impossible for him to just wander around and try his luck like a blind man trying to figure out an elephant.

So he decided to follow the clues.

Originally, it would be best to cooperate with Ji Yongtai on this matter. The latter is a local snake and must be well-informed. It is impossible to say that he does not have the slightest understanding of the situation of the Xuanyi Horse Thief Group.

But Wang Chen suspected that the other party was connected with Taoist Xuanyi, and asking him for help was tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger.

Therefore, they adopted the strategy of building plank roads openly and concealing Chencang.

As the saying goes, an arm cannot twist a thigh, but seeing Wang Chen insisting on not listening to his persuasion, the middle-aged monk had no choice but to sigh and obediently lead the way.

"etc."

Wang Chen pointed to the corpses on the ground: "All the storage bags on them belong to you."

These bandits who were so poor that they were ruthless could not have any good treasures on them, and Wang Chen didn't bother to search for them.

In the spirit of not wasting, I simply took advantage of this guy who was forced to leave the grass.

The middle-aged monk was surprised, but also relaxed a lot.

He was most afraid that Wang Chen would throw it away after using it and kill himself when he got there.

Now looking at Wang Chen's meaning, it was obvious that he had no such intention, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude in his heart.

After snatching away the storage bags of several bandits as quickly as possible, the middle-aged monk took Wang Chen to his home lair.

The black-faced evil's village is not far away, but it is extremely difficult to find because it is hidden deep in the mountains.

The two trekked dozens of miles of mountain roads, and a valley hidden among dangerous peaks appeared in front of them.

"There is a cave in the innermost part..."

The middle-aged monk wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "The Black-faced Shaman and the others are hiding inside."

Wang Chen nodded and suddenly slapped the other person on the back of the head.