MTL - Stealing The Heavens-Chapter 13 Shot

Chapter 13 (()

More than a hundred villagers in Mengcun rushed to the big car, and Zhang Hu led the hunter to guard the two wings. The pedestrians marched **** the forest road.

Thirty carts were filled with the head of the killed barbarian. The pungent **** smell is mixed with the taste of the unknown liquid, which can smother people. In order not to let the head rot and spread the disease, the villagers of Mengcun used the herbs to concoct all the heads, and the result was this terrible smell.

The heads of nearly two thousand savage people, according to the amount of the reward that Xiaomengcheng has just opened, this is a lot of money.

After the barbarian and Mengcun reached an agreement, the head was sent to Xiaomengcheng, and the money was equally divided. This money is enough to make up for the loss of Mengcun, and it is enough for the hunters to spend a few months in the city of Xiaomeng.

Don't sit on the rut of a big car, carefully trim the tail of a thorn with a dagger, and trim the tail of the burr to be round and smooth. In the animal skin bag beside him, there are more than a hundred trimmed burrs in the neat code, and the thorns are shining with a faint glimmer.

This is the depth of Xiaomeng Mountain, a tree thorn that grows on the poison tree of the name 'See Blood Seal'. Tough to win the iron, sharp and incomparable, born with a poison, those barbarians like to use this tree as a bow. Don't collect more than a hundred tree thorns, and trim the tail properly. You can throw it out when you throw your hand, and the power is also great.

In a world where there are no pistols and no firearms, don't worry about taking the materials on the spot and enhancing your self-protection.

Although I had the inheritance of stealing the scriptures, I can tell from the conversation with Zhang Hu that the water in this ghost place is very deep, so that it is not the same as the skill of the day after tomorrow, and it can not be mixed as desired.

Satisfied with the last awning trimmed, do not carefully insert it into the sac and use a beast to tie the sac.

Looking back at the mountains, don't raise your hands and wave a few times.

Goodbye, Mengcun!

Do not leave a group of people from Mengcun early yesterday morning. From Mengcun to Xiaomengcheng, there are more than 500 miles all the way. For those who were riding the fast-running city guards, it would be two or three hours to arrive. However, there are so many big cars in the ranks, the tops are full of people, and the Mongolian people are going to take the animal skins and herbs that Xiaomeng trades, and the speed is naturally dragged down.

The dirt road ahead has reached the end, and everyone is officially out of this mountain. Going along a boulevard outside the mountain for another two hundred miles is Xiaomengcheng. I learned from Zhang Hu that Xiaomeng has a population of more than 200,000, which is the largest city within a few hundred miles.

Of the more than 200,000 people, only tens of thousands of people are fixed local residents, and the rest are migrants such as the team of hunters led by Zhang Hu. Hunting barbarians, rangers, all kinds of vendors, and even killing people, the robbers, pickpockets, and all kinds of rogues, do not need Zhang Hu to describe, do not want to imagine what kind of city.

The Mongolian Dahan in front of the team made a few cheers, and the team finally walked out of the forest and came to the outside avenue.

The speed at which the team moves forward becomes more and more slow. Don't sit on the rut and look at the semi-soft and hard mud on the boulevard. The face is suddenly black. This is the official road of Xiaomengcheng connecting other cities? From the situation of this road, don't be disappointed with this ghost place. What kind of **** world did you come to?

Mengcun people and hunters are accustomed to this kind of road. Whether they are barefoot or wearing shoes, they don’t want to go forward with thick mud when they don’t care, especially those in Mengcun, one by one. The body is heavy, and the mud is often splashed a few feet high.

The color of the mud is very different, and there are some strange things that can't be told, such as dead mice, bugs, and all kinds of rare things. Don't look black, and suddenly there are countless goose bumps.

After absorbing the soul particles of Le Xiaobai and getting his metamorphosis of IQ, he was not infected with mild cleansing. Don't shook his head with helplessness, forcing himself to force himself, staring at the mud on the ground.

When you come to this world, you have to adapt to everything here. If you can't even bear a little mud, how can you live here?

Take a deep breath, don't pick up the sacs, jump off the rut, and walk with the mud of the villagers in Mengcun. The mud passed through his simple sandals on his feet, and he touched his legs and legs. He didn’t smile on his face. He seemed to remember that when he was only 11 or 2 years old, he was desperately fighting in the mud pit field. Stifling the scene.

Today, what you are facing is a new world that is a million times more dangerous than those who are beasts, but also a million times more exciting!

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Do not walk while walking, while laughing and haha ​​and the villagers in Mengcun pulled home, the chills in the arms and meridians gradually became thicker, he refused to waste at a time, silently running the law of "Water Sources".

The water property in the aura of heaven and earth is rushing toward the rush, and through his palms, he quickly blends into his meridians.

It is not necessary to transform and smelt Aura into its own cultivation, just like other cultivation exercises. As soon as the outside world’s aura entered the body of the body, it immediately became part of the innocent water scorpion in his body. If you steal the scriptures and steal the scriptures, once you get them, you will become your own. Where do you need to convert and smelt?

By relying on this feature, the speed of cultivation of stealing is more than ten times faster than any other practice!

Don't feel the self-cultivation as a slight enhancement. I listened to the heroic heroes of the Mengcun Dahan who brag about their night hunting, and suddenly heard the tragic sound from the corner of the front avenue.

Dozens of riding horses rushed from the front, dozens of clothes on the mount, gorgeous knights, clear knights, white face, like a funeral dog screaming, panic-stricken ride.

These knights were slanted, and some people were taking off their armor and throwing them on the ground. They also littered their swords and weapons around them. They only wanted to reduce the weight and make the mounts run faster. Behind these knights, seven or eight black men are holding arrows, not eager or slow, like a target, a methodical winding arrow, shooting a support arrow.

Just blink of an eye, there are more than a dozen knights behind the arrow, mourning to fly from the mount and fall. These people landed on the ground and smashed the mud out. The arrow seems to be quenching poisonous. These knights have just landed, and they have been stunned for a few times and they are full of black and stiff.

Do not wait for these people and these knights to collide head-on, the knights who have been scared and panicked, screaming, and madly riding against them, they rushed into the face. While riding and rushing, these knights are still cursing insanely: "Get out, a group of people, get out!"

A few of the leaders of the village, Mengcun Dahan, did not respond, and they were hit by the front mounts. These mounts were unusually stunned, and the impact was so scary. Several Mengcun men were smothered with blood on the spot and flew three or four feet away. The chest collapsed a large piece, and apparently the chest bones were broken.

"Dry them!"

Mengcun Village is born in the mountains and forests. It often fights with life and death. It kills almost every day with various tigers and poisonous insects. Seeing that these escaped knights were so unreasonable, the Mongolian villagers who led the team immediately shouted and pulled out the weapons.

More than a hundred Mongolian villagers pulled out their weapons, and the big knife epee greeted the knights like a wave.

I only heard a few screams, and a dozen horse riders rushed to the ground. Their mounts were cut off by the Mongolian people, and they slammed into the front for more than a dozen feet, and fell heavily on the ground. The knights were cut into pieces of meat by the broadsword, and they were mixed in the mud.

It’s just the blink of an eye, the knights who are madly escaping all died under the sword of the Mengcun people.

The Mengcun people had just raised their weapons and were about to cheer up in the sky. Several black men who chased these knights in the back actually shot the smashing arrows at them. Only when the bowstring sounded, more than twenty pieces of screaming whistling, deeply immersed in the body of several Mengcun people.

The arrow poison was fierce, and several people in the village did not scream, and the body trembled and fell heavily on the ground.

Suddenly, the Mengcun people were caught unprepared. They stared at the fallen people and stayed there for a while.

Don't let the first reaction come over. When the black men were busy re-winding the bow, he snorted and rushed toward the black men. The speed of not walking is not very fast, but it is definitely not slow. Several ups and downs come to places where the black people are less than ten feet away.

Grab a hand in the sac of the sac, and several thorns that have just been repaired are firmly buckled in the finger joints. Do not wave a hand, the first innocent water in the arm surged into the thorn, a few faint blue light spurt out, hit the throat of five black people.

The four-foot-two-inch thorns pierced the neck of five black men. A few black men looked at them with disbelief, clasped their necks with both hands, and fell to the ground.

The remaining three black men looked at the anger and looked at each other. One of them shouted: "The people, you, you, you dare to hurt us?"

Don't push forward without a word, pull out a thorn, and quickly pierce dozens of times. The three black men couldn't see the movements of the donkeys. They only felt a flower in front of them, and a cold wind swept around the body. The thorns quickly passed through them and they were the same as the sieve.

"The people? How noble are you? You are dead, not a pile of rotten meat!"

With a sneer, don't squat on the black man's head.

At the corner of the road ahead, there was a faint weapon breaking the wind, not listening to the ear, the brows were slightly wrinkled, and then strode over there.

Zhang Hu has already rushed up with him, and he grabbed the shoulders of the donkey: "Brother, this kind of drowning can't touch!"

Zhang Hu’s fingertips have already caught the shoulders of the donkeys, but don’t look like a layer of oil on his shoulders. His fingers slipped aside.

Don't look back and smile at Zhang Hu, his feet suddenly accelerate, and several ups and downs will go out.

Zhang Hu squatted, whispered a whisper, and did not hesitate to follow up.