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Chapter 19 The third master of Qingfengzhai

On the official road, a carriage galloped past, rolling up a burst of smoke and dust. Zhao Ziling sat in the coachman's position with a blue face, holding two reins in his hand, and cursing Qin Changan constantly.

In the carriage, Qin Changan sat against Lin Wanwan, with a smile on his face.

"Miss Lin, let's talk about the specific situation of Qingfeng Village? And why do they chase you? Judging from your outfit, you shouldn't be alone before, right?"

"Don't you know Qingfeng Village?"

Lin Wanwan looked at Qin Chang'an with strange eyes. There were people in the Songshan City who didn't know about Qingfeng Village? Did these two guys grow up in the mountains and jungles?

“Is it very famous?”

Qin Changan smashed his mouth and asked weakly.

He has been wandering in the Youlang Mountains all year round, and the monsters he deals with the most are monsters. Not to mention knowing these forces outside, he has not heard of them.

"Qingfeng Village is the largest bandit force in the Songshan City. This group of people is strong. Lou Hongyuan, the leader among the three leaders, has the strong strength of the third level of the innate realm. Even the government cannot do anything to them."

"Burning, killing, looting, doing everything, and the people around him suffer in great pain, but the city lord of Songshan City is weak and powerless. It's fine if he doesn't find a way to suppress the bandits. He even paid protection fees to the bandits, making Qingfeng Village more and more powerful."

"Three days ago, I woke up my bloodline. My father asked me to take my family treasures to Beidao City to become a disciple of the North God Palace. When I am strong enough in the future, I will come back to solve these disasters."

"But I don't know why the news was leaked. As soon as I left Songshan City, I was targeted by the people from Qingfeng Village. The servants tried their best to let me escape."

When talking about Qingfeng Village, Lin Wanwan's face was full of anger and her body was trembling slightly. She must go to Beidao City. With her awakened blood talent, she will definitely be able to worship the North Dao Temple. When she becomes strong in the future, she will come back to eradicate these scourges.

After listening to her narration, Qin Changan frowned and looked a little solemn. He originally thought it was just an ordinary trouble, but now it seems that he was directly committing a murder on the official road in broad daylight. This Qingfeng Village is already the "local emperor" of this area.

It is probably unrealistic for them to leave Songshan City quietly, and they may have been targeted now.

"Does the third level of the innate realm? It seems that you have to improve your strength as soon as possible. Otherwise, let alone the North God Palace, it is a question whether you can walk out of Songshan City alive."

Qin Changan shook his head with a wry smile. He originally thought that his strength had improved very quickly, but after leaving Beiling City, he realized that he seemed to have thought the outside world too simply before.

Next, Lin Wanwan introduced him to the details about Qingfeng Village, which gave him a simple understanding of the little overlord of Songshan City.

After a long time, the carriage stopped after a violent shaking. Qin Changan touched his forehead and looked out with a black look on his face, and opened his mouth and started to curse.

"Here you come."

Zhao Ziling ignored Qin Changan and instead placed his eyes on the opposite side. The spear that was originally carried behind him was already held in his hand.

Qin Changan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked along his gaze.

Ten meters away, a handsome tall white horse was walking in place, and on its back was a strong man with a huge hammer, with a bun tied back his hair, and a scratch on his right face pulled from the corner of his eyes to the earrings, staring at them coldly.

Behind him were twenty or thirty people of different shapes standing neatly, each with a sarcastic smile on the corners of his mouth. When he looked at them, he seemed to see some wonderful food. The little leader who had escaped before was also among them.

"The third leader Duan Feiying, the peak strength of the ninth level of the acquired realm."

Lin Wanwan's voice came from the carriage. She recognized the person on the white horse opposite and reminded Qin Changan and the others.

"Boy, are you the ones who beat me up by others?"

Duan Feiying on the white horse scolded coldly, and the sledgehammer in his hand moved, pointing straight at Qin Chang'an.

"I said he beat the man, it has nothing to do with us, do you believe it?"

Qin Changan pointed at Zhao Ziling and said loudly.

"That's you, tear the two of you into pieces for me!"

After receiving a positive answer, Duan Feiying shouted loudly, his spiritual power rolled up, his legs were pinched, and the war horse swung its four hooves as it neighed and rushed towards them.

"kill!!"

The bandits behind him turned red with excitement, and they followed him with a roar. The formation changed, forming a circle of encirclement to wrap the carriage in the middle, so that they would not have any chance to rush out.

Seeing this scene, Qin Changan raised his eyebrows, his face full of surprise, and he would beat him as soon as he said he could? Shouldn’t he communicated ‘friendly’ first before fighting?

"I'll deal with that person on the top of my head. I'll leave the rest to you. I'll use people's money to share their worries. Little bell, don't be lazy."

With his toes on his horse's back, his figure swept, Qin Changan rushed out with a silence. As soon as he left the carriage, a terrifying flame gushed out with a loud bang, and countless fine flame scales covered his whole body, and two huge fire balls were burning on his fists.

"die!"

Duan Feiying slapped the horse and rushed to his hand. The iron hammer slammed it into Qin Changan's face. His flesh shook wildly, and bloodshots crawled out from his eyes.

The hammer carried a terrifying power to tear through the space, and the heavy pressure like a giant mountain wrapped around the spiritual power crushed Qin Changan. If this hammer hit, even if it was not dead, it would be half-dead.

"Get out of here!!"

Qin Changan looked at the hammer that was smashing, without any retreat. His face was full of madness. The flames surged on his right arm, and he punched the hammer that was speeding towards him.

Bang!!

The terrifying spiritual power storm swept around with two people as the center. Several bandits sprinting beside him could not dodge and were lifted out. The white war horse neighed, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and then fell to the ground to the side. Since he was shocked to death by this spiritual power.

"A bastard, since you dare to kill my war horse!"

Although Duan Feiying was surprised that Qin Changan could catch his punch, he was even more angry at the death of the war horse. His body turned, and the giant hammer was rotated again and smashed from top to bottom towards Qin Changan's head.

Qin Changan's steps were shaking, stretching the distance, avoiding the attack. The clothes on his right arm were completely broken, and blue veins on his arm were rising and he kept shaking, and his arms were numb by the force just now.

It seems that I still overestimate my strength. If it weren't for the Red Lotus Armor, that was enough to shatter my arms just now.

He grabbed the hilt of the long sword behind his back with his right hand, and drew out the blood knife with a squeak. The flames gushing on his arm gradually weakened, leaving only the flame scales covering the surface of his body. With the pulling of the blood knife, scarlet spiritual power poured into the blood knife, and the blood knife was filled with blood.

"war!!"

The body was pulled up, and the blood knife was raised above his head, raising a terrifying evil spirit, wrapping the sea of ​​blood and slashing down. The terrifying power teared the space apart, and the sword energy storm took shape in an instant, covering Duan Feiying.

"Thirteen Styles of Killing Heaven! Zanpo!"

Duan Feiying's hair was standing upside down, his face was solemn, and his spiritual power surged into the giant hammer as if he was desperate, and it moved up and smashed it hard in front of him.

"It's overturning!!"

The spiritual storm caused by two terrifying offensives spread ten meters around. The bandits who were attacking the carriage changed their faces and ran towards the side without any hesitation.

Zhao Ziling stood on the top of the carriage, looking at Qin Changan's back slashing with a knife, his face changed a little. He could feel the terrifying power in the offensive. He was obviously at a similar level, but this knife gave him a feeling of being unable to resist.

Rumble!!

A terrifying spiritual power storm swept up, stirring up a gust of dust and smoke to cover up the situation. Zhao Ziling invigorated his spiritual power to protect the carriage, squinted his eyes and stared at the battlefield, stomped his left foot, turning into a stream of light and rushing into the rolling dust.

Although Qin Changan is very strong, no matter how strong he is, he is only at the eighth level of the acquired realm, and the other party is at the peak of the ninth level of the heaven.

In the smoke and dust, although Duan Feiying tried his best to resist, the giant hammer in his hand was cut into two like tofu when it touched the blood knife.

Qin Changan's sword force had not diminished. His feet fell to the ground and his hands were dancing. The figure of Duan Feiying was intertwined with the flashing sword. Then he knelt behind him on one knee, pestle the ground with a knife, and gasped with a big mouthful.

His brows frowned slightly, his face pale, and his whole body looked like he had lost weight.

"Ahem cough cough..."

A burst of coughing sounded, and a figure swayed out of the dust and smoke. Zhao Ziling's hand holding the spear tightened, and a little white light began to surge on his body.

"Don't be nervous, it's me."

Qin Changan's voice came, but at this time his voice was already full of weakness, and he seemed to be lying on the ground at any time. Just as Zhao Ziling was about to say something, Duan Feiying's roar sounded next to him.
Chapter completed!
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