Chapter 26 Demon Hunter

From afar, there were small villages in front of him, but when he approached, Murong Xiaoxian found that it was a dilapidated hut that did not lean against each other. All the houses seem to have been penetrated by something. Either the sky can be seen in the house or the west can be seen from the east. In short, there is almost no such house.

What puzzled Murong Xiaoxian most was that a farmer he wanted to get close to seemed to have ears longer than rabbits and sharper eyes than eagles. When Murong Xiaoxian crossed a small slope, the farmer had long disappeared, leaving only a thin ploughing cow. After seeing him, he unexpectedly had four legs beating Snoy...

Wow!——

A strong wind came, and Murong Xiaoxian gently turned to one side, but saw the ghostly appearance of the farmer just now, beating himself with a rusty hoe in his hand! In my current state, I don't feel where the farmer is hiding. It's really strange. Maybe I really underestimate this farmer?

Plop!———

The ploughing cow immediately collapsed on the ground and even exaggeratedly plunged its head into the grass. Murong Xiaoxian took a breath. His image did not seem so horrible. His appearance was not scary, but the ploughing cow was extremely afraid of the farmer!

The cold light flashed in the farmer's eyes, and then turned around and hit himself with all his strength, and there was such a weapon that he did not knock down the naked young man in front of him. He couldn't help but step back a few steps, horizontally hoe, and made a defensive posture.

"Oh, you're not a farmer?" Murong Xiaoxian quietly looked at the "farmer" and said, because he felt the farmer's murderous spirit. The farmer will never be murderous in removing weeding and harvesting crops, will he? Do you still need to talk about the language problem after staying in the mountains for so long?)

"Nonsense, I, I'm a farmer! For generations, my ancestors and grandchildren have cultivated their fields here for 80 generations!" The cold light from the corners of the farmer's eyes continued to flash, but what surprised him was that he could not find a flaw in front of this man. It was such a casual stop, but it seemed to be integrated with heaven and earth and impeccable. What surprised him more was that he couldn't feel the real fluctuation of this man at all!

"Farmer? Which farmer's cattle are afraid of their owners? Murong Xiaoxian said quietly, of course, how could the farmer have such sharp eyes? This guy is also too much of a lay man...

"..." The farmer was speechless and ignored this point. In fact, he did not know that he had ignored too many things.

However, after seeing Murong Xiaoxian's green trousers and ordinary cloth boots, the "farmer" also seemed to feel that this person had no oil to squeeze, showing a slightly disappointed expression.

A robber, a mountain thief? In short, this guy is not a good bird. Murong Xiaoxian took a step forward, and the "farmer" quickly took a step back.

"What on earth are you thinking?" The farmer held the hoe tightly like a little girl forced to the corner by a hooligan! Murong Xiaoxian's exposed male big breast muscles have suppressed the "farmer". The unknown and powerful guy came down from the mountain? However, the mountain is hundreds of miles away from here, and there is no edge here, not even a small town.

"Me?" Murong Xiaoxian was stunned for a moment, and then smiled faintly and said, "I just want to ask the way."

"Ask the way? Are you lost? The farmer is a little puzzled. This is a desolate place where flowers, birds and rabbits don't poop. Will you get lost in this place?

"Not bad. Can you tell me what this place is and how far it is from the nearest town? Murong Xiaoxian asked sincerely, and the farmer finally relieved his guard.

"This is the edge of the Chuxiang Kingdom, and the nearest town is more than 100 miles away from here. Go straight to the east." The farmer replied, but he thought fiercely, go...

"First prime minister? Oh, by the way, how can it be so desolate here? How can the village be ruined like this? Murong Xiaoxian continued to ask, but the farmer answered very simply this time.

"Oh, it seems that you don't know the situation on the mainland now?" The farmer asked, and Murong Xiaoxian nodded naturally.

"It seems so. Now some remote villages on the road have become ruins, because ten years ago, countless beasts suddenly gushed out of the Holy Mountain, which can fly, run and swim everywhere. Some of these remote villages were trampled down by wild animals. Because the town could organize soldiers to resist, most of the exiles ran to the town. The farmer answered truthfully.

"Very good. Thank you!" Murong Xiaoxian held his fist to thank you. No matter what a robber you are, at least he didn't catch the current situation. After a few steps, Murong Xiaoxian suddenly remembered something and couldn't help turning his head to ask the farmer, but he saw the farmer holding a hoe to his head.

Murong Xiaoxian shook his head, stretched out his left hand and gently held the hoe. The farmer didn't even have time to dodge, but grabbed the hoe.

Murong Xiaoxian felt something wrong as soon as he held the hoe. This hoe vaguely contained a surging power. It was not an ordinary hoe at all, but a special weapon! The power from the hoe, Murong Xiaoxian felt a flowing force, which should be the power of the wind!

No wonder this guy can hide his breath. It turns out that he took a weapon with the wind attribute magic core!

"This is your fault. Since you are not kind, don't blame me for being unrighteous!" Murong Xiaoxian suddenly released a flame in his left hand and began to burn on the hoe, and the hoe slowly burned red from beginning to end.

The farmer let go in pain, and his face finally changed. He knelt down on the ground with a poof, "Da Xian, let me go. This hoe is all my wealth. I rely on this hoe to make a living..."

Murong Xiaoxian's wrist shook, and the hoe came to his hand. After the refinement of the industry fire, the hoe finally dissipated the rust on the surface and changed its shape, revealing its real appearance. It turned out to be a long death sickle. The slight wind breath flowed on the surface, which was very strange. Beauty!

"The death sickle of wind attribute? Did you also use the formation of shielding breath?" Murong Xiaoxian was stunned, "It's a pity that your strength is too weak. Isn't this your weapon?"

The farmer's face finally turned gray and he sat on the ground.

"This is the weapon I stole from the boss."

Then, Murong Xiaoxian intermittently understood the general truth from the farmer's mouth.

It turned out that Chuangjie Mountain ran out of countless beasts in a row. When they were almost killed by the army and strong men on the mainland, more monsters suddenly gushed out, but the level was roughly no more than three levels. Even so, the armies and hunters on the mainland can't bear it.

So a special profession appeared, called the demon hunter, and this kind of demon hunter's party is called the demon hunting organization, which is mostly organized by some senior warriors or those disciples from the mountain of creation. In the creative continent, there are no more than thousands of such organizations, because hunting warcraft has become a very profitable profession.

The magic core of various attributes was forcibly bought up by martial artists. Those monsters with precious fur are the favorite of noble children. After wearing them, they make people's value double and become the capital to show off.

At the same time, accompanied by warcraft are overwhelming robbers, mountain thieves and bandits. They take advantage of the fire to rob and come and go like the wind, which is a headache for the official. Therefore, the demon hunter has another intelligence, that is, to catch these thieves and can rely on the heads of the thieves to the government in exchange for a certain amount of money.

"My name is Yuexian, and I am one of the three leaders of Guangmingtang, the largest demon hunting organization in the country." After saying this, the farmer said nothing more.

"Very good, what's your name? How did you steal this weapon? Murong Xiaoxian suddenly became interested in this demon hunting organization. Since he has no specialty, joining this organization is a good way to make a living. It seems that the status of senior members of the demon hunting organization is not low!

"My name is Gandhi..." Before he finished speaking, Murong Xiaoxian couldn't help laughing and said that fortunately you didn't call him Tagore, otherwise it would be very lively. He is a Mahatma, and you seem to be just a bear.

"Go on!" Murong Xiaoxian stopped laughing and motioned Gandhi to continue.

"Some days ago, the boss bought ten wind magic nuclei, and then asked the master to fuse the energy from the magic core into the weapon, and I was guarding outside. It happened that the boss went out to do business, so I faked the imperial edict and asked the man to change the shape of the weapon, and then..." Gandhi replied sternly.

There is no need for Gandhi to say the next thing. Murong Xiaoxian also knew that it was abnormal. Naturally, he ran away with his treasure, but why did he run here to the desolate place and get a cow?

Gandy explained that he was trying to hide his eyes and ears until he understood the mystery of the weapon and then fled to other countries. With this weapon, I may be able to work as a leader, and then the money beauty...

Murong Xiaoxian stopped the end of Gandhi's words, the more excited he became, and directly poured cold water down.

"Very good, you take me to your boss now. I also want to join this organization."

"by the way, you see, I'm still naked. How disrespectful it is to see your boss then! It's also a waste for you to wear this dress. In order to make your boss forgive you, I suggest you plead guilty!"

So, Gandhi's clothes shifted to Murong Xiaoxian, and then Gandhi carried a bundle of thorns and led Murong Xiaoxian to the east.

This Gandhi's cultivation is actually not weak. With his internal strength, he can resist the spikes of those thorns, but he was unlucky to meet Murong Xiaoxian.

Although Murong Xiaoxian has lost all his internal strength at this moment, he has gained a new power because of misfortune. However, this power is still very weak, but it is enough to restrain the most ordinary true qi! In particular, he is integrated with purple flowers, and the horror of his attack power cannot be measured from an ordinary perspective.

However, Murong Xiaoxian soon knew that he could not use Zidish Shuanghua without restrictions!

He is like a peerless magic soldier out of the sheath, only one master to use, but this master can only be himself.

And his realm can't be said to be the realm of martial arts, let alone the realm of practitioners. It's a brand-new realm, but Murong Xiaoxian doesn't know it at all. He is like a born tiger, but now he is mixed in the sheep...

not far away, a farming woman straightened up and said to herself doubtfully, "Huh? How can this little xian's internal breath be so strange that there is no fluctuation? He actually restrained the thief's true anger! Why does that flame look a little familiar?