The little Taoist watched Chen Leng ride away, and couldn't help but feel a little fascinated: "The leader of the gang is so handsome."

The old Taoist thought that there is really a duck gang in this world?

The Taoist looked down at his shoes and shook his head: "I also embroidered a pair of ducks to go up, but they still have to be detached. Normal ducks don't look good."

The old Taoist snorted: "Look at the group of people in the Duck Gang, which one is not tall and big. The person who wants to be a Duck Gang must be strong and powerful, and it must look majestic. If you eat more on weekdays, you will never listen. How can you make a duck with a thin and small person?"

When he talked about this, the old Taoist was stunned for a moment, and always felt something was wrong.

"How can Shoushou Xiaoxiao be a member of the Duck Gang?"

Chen Leng and the group of white clothes in front had gone far away to pursue people. Although the Taoist was afraid, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Who was killed?"

"It should be the ancient Qiang people."

The old Taoist asked the fat Taoist and the others to continue covering the little Taoist's eyes. He walked to the corpse and looked at it. He endured the disgust and opened the neck of the corpse to check it carefully. Sure enough, he saw a strange symbol on the red scarf. He had seen this symbol before, when he was walking in the Western Regions, and in ancient books.

"The person from Tianmen Temple."

The old Taoist was shocked: "It's indeed the ghost path of the Western Regions."

The thin Taoist came over and took a look: "What is the ghost path in the Western Regions?"

The old Taoist glared at him: "Tell you to read more and be familiar with the industry. How many ancient books have I bought to pretend to be a Taoist? Let you read more on weekdays. Even if you don't read them, I have seen a few words on a broken ancient book. People in the Western Regions claim to be disciples of Taoist sects, but they enjoy killing. They think they are the orthodox Daozong. They once threatened to exterminate the Central Plains Dao, and were a group of madmen."

The little Taoist sighed: "It is impossible to exterminate the Taoist Sect. If we had not met the Duck Gang, we would have been exterminated by Fu Lei Temple."

The old Taoist shook his head: "There are a group of ruthless people in the rumor."

In order not to scare passers-by, more than thirty Taoists moved their bodies to the side of the road to bury them. They gathered together to discuss it. Although it seemed like killing people was a terrible thing, they all agreed that we would rather be more arrogant than others, so they continued to rush.

More than a hundred miles behind them, a carriage walked forward squeaking, and the black-eyed man who was in charge of driving the car was depressed: "You said he was not poor either, why did he buy such a broken car?"

Zhou Dongwu, the deputy head of the Young People's Hall, who was lying on the carriage, said seriously: "Overy rich people are stingy, and Duke Anguo is not ordinary."

Dark eyes thought about it and was he stingy?

Still need to think about it?

"I don't know where Xiao Zhang went. I said I would go back in an hour, but we waited for a whole day but didn't wait. We asked around and heard the Daojian command, and I don't know where the person was."

Black Eyes sighed: "What if something happens to her is really an accident?"

Zhou Dongwu said: "Xiao Zhang is not a three-year-old child. She walked from Longhu Mountain to Chang'an alone, but now she can't go to the Western Regions? We just need to look for it all the way. Anyway, this is the way."

Black-eyed nodded, and when he heard the axle creaking, he became angry: "Broken car!"

He slapped the carriage, and with a click, the axle that had almost been worn out was broken, and the carriage was ruined all of a sudden. Both of them fell down. Fortunately, they were sitting there and reacting quickly. Zhou Dongwu was lying down and was thrown into vagueness.

"No wonder Duke An Guo said before that you asked you to take good care of his car. If it breaks, you will have to pay him 100 taels of silver."

Zhou Dongwu stood up with his chest wound covering his wound: "Do you want to run away?"

Heiyan looked at the broken car, then looked at the two broken horses, and couldn't help but shake his head: "If you don't run, I have no money."

At this moment, there were sounds of bells coming from behind. Black-eyed eyes looked back and saw a group of people riding ponies in the distance. Looking at the color and style of clothes, they should be a large group of Taoists. Looking from a distance, I thought it was not easy to gather such a large group of ponies. I only saw clearly when I was close. It was a group of donkeys and a donkey cart.

It is not easy for people to buy a slow horse, but there are many donkeys, and donkeys have better endurance.

He bent over and bowed: "My Taoist priests, can you take us for a ride?"

He straightened up and saw clearly where the Taoist monk was. It turned out to be a group of Taoist nuns. They looked at them with big eyes and black eyes. The dark eyes looked at them. One Taoist nun sitting on a donkey cart looked at him and said word by word: "Very strong, strong."

Black-eyed immediately raised his chest and looked a little proud. The Taoist nun who spoke asked her companions: "Or stay here. You must be very strong and take him with you. After all, donkeys will be tired, so it's better to ask him to help us pull the cart."

Black Eyes: ""

Zhou Dongwu clasped his fists with his hands: "Goodbye."

"The injured one."

The beautiful Taoist nun patted the empty seat next to her: "Come up and sit down."

Zhou Dongwu was silent, looked at the black eyes, and then said in embarrassment: "Okay, but it seems that your donkey pulling the cart is really tired. My friend is really strong."

Black Eyes: ""

On each road, there are Taoist disciples walking westward.

In front, Shen Leng led the disciples of Liuyunhui Youth Hall to chase them all the way. From morning to noon, both their horses and Cao Anqing and others could no longer run. Shen Leng then took down a big stroll and rushed forward. Along the way, he only ate a few sips of dry food on the horse's back and drank two sips of water. Fortunately, his physical fitness is far beyond the reach of people.

Seeing Shen Leng dismounting, everyone from Liuyunhui Youth Hall jumped off the horse's back and ran forward. After a while, the distance was getting closer and closer. How could Cao Anqing and his horses ahead still run faster?

Cao Anqing looked back and was startled. He immediately jumped off the horse's back and ran vigorously, shouting, "Stop them!"

At this time, there were only two Qiang people left behind him. Five of the envoys of the Seven Spirits of the Purification Seven Souls had died along the way. The remaining two were already exhausted physically and mentally. They were chased by Shen Leng along the way and did not dare to relax for a moment. God knew that even if they stopped to find some food, Shen Leng would suddenly appear.

After Cao Anqing finished shouting, he didn't dare to look back. He just ran forward in one breath. The two Qiang people knew that if they continued like this, they would be caught up in the end, so they jumped down and took off their Qiang swords. The two of them looked in the direction of Cao Anqing's escape. One of them shouted at the top of his throat: "Mr. Cao, we are not willing to die, but you must remember that if my family cannot get up with you, we will not let you go even if we are ghosts."

Cao Anqing didn't have time to pay attention to them. If only people from Liuyun Club were chasing him behind him, he would certainly not be so scared, but behind him was Shen Leng, who was Gui Jianchou. Everyone said that Han Huanzhi was Gui Jianchou, and Shen Leng was afraid of Gui Jianchou when he saw him.

One of the Qiang people weighed the Qiang sword in his hand and looked at his companions: "I didn't expect that the seven brothers of our senior brothers would be so embarrassed by these Central Plains people. Today I will fight to the death and observe the dignity of the Heavenly Gate."

"kill!"

Another Qiang man shouted violently and held the Qiang sword and greeted Chen Leng.

There was still about half a foot, and Chen Leng kicked the ground with one kick. He wanted to kick some sand and soil to charm the eyes of the two Qiang people, and then he made another move to break the enemy, but this kick was very unfortunate. There was a stone in the soil. When this kick hit the stone, Chen Leng felt that his toes were broken. He stopped in severe pain and jumped to one foot to guard.

However, the Qiang people who came towards him did not take advantage of the situation to chase him. Chen Leng saw clearly. He just kicked the stone out of the ground, and the stones and dust flew together. The Qiang people subconsciously blocked the dust and gravel in front of their eyes, but the stone was hit in a place that could not be described carefully.

This time it really hurts, and the Qiang people's face is twisted.

The Qiang people behind cursed shamelessly, grabbed the Qiang sword and rushed straight to Chen Leng. Chen Leng's feet hurt so much, and he jumped to avoid the sword. The disciples of the Liuyun Club Youth Hall came up behind. Although their martial arts skills were not as good as those of the Qiang people, they were many, and there were still more than twenty disciples of the Liuyun Club. Two of the Qiang people, and one of them was temporarily inconvenient to move.

Chen Leng saw that more than twenty disciples of the Liuyunhui Youth Council could also control the situation. The sword formation and the sword formation were extremely smooth, so he jumped to the side and squatted down to see his feet. The upper was broken, and the big toe stretched out from the hole. The kick was ruthless, and the nails were covered with blood. I don’t know if it would fall off in the future.

He raised his head and looked forward. Cao Anqing had already run away for a while. He gritted his teeth and got up, jumping forward and chasing him.

One of the Qiang people saw Chen Leng bypassing them and was about to chase Cao Anqing. In desperation, they threw the Qiang sword in their hand out. The Qiang sword rushed straight to Chen Leng's back like a stream of light. The people from Liuyunhui immediately exclaimed.

Chen Leng heard the shout and knew there was danger, so he immediately jumped away. The knife rubbed against him and flew over. He reacted with such skills. The moment the knife flew over, he immediately kicked the handle of the knife. The Qiang sword had already begun to fall, and the Qiang sword that kicked the sword accelerated and flew out again. The kick was not so straight, so the Qiang sword rotated and flew forward.

Cao Anqing was running wildly, and his butt suddenly hurt.

This time, I couldn't control the center of gravity and threw myself to the ground, with a Qiang knife in the middle of my butt.

Chen Leng jumped over and reached out to pull out the knife. He stretched out his hand but was stunned for a moment.

The knife was indeed inserted into Cao Anqing's butt, but why was the tip of the knife facing outward?

When Chen Leng was stunned, a bad idea came into his mind. He looked down and confirmed that he was right.

Cao Anqing crawled on the ground and wailed. It looked so painful, but he didn't dare to get up or move. The knife like the Dinghai Dinghai needle made him feel that he was nailed to the ground.

Chen Leng looked back and saw that the two Qiang people were besieged by many disciples of Liuyunhui's young cousin, and one of them was beaten by more than twenty. He took advantage of the fine traditions of Liuyunhui's historically, and it was probably not enough to win in a while.

Chen Leng sat down beside Cao Anqing, looked at the small tree next to him, reached out and broke the small tree. He sat there looking at Cao Anqing's twisted face, looked at the knife, raised the stick in his hand and knocked it down, and knocked it down.
Chapter completed!