Chapter 48 Six Dragon Village on Trident Mountain

A full moon hangs in the middle of the sky, the moonlight is like water, and the stars dot the whole night. The starry sky is vast and the earth is desolate.

Several peaks are connected in the distance, and the gray mountain shadows are strangely shaped and steep. There are faint lights flashing on the mountainside.

Where there are lights, there must be people. Where there are people, there may be doctors. If there is a doctor, you can try to cure the phantom.

Zhao Qianyang ran to the mountainside in the distance without thinking, only because of his late practice, and now he is confused. In fact, many things refined by soul practitioners are much better than the ability of secular traditional Chinese herbs to heal wounds. Fudan alone is dozens of times better than the golden sore medicine. There are more blood beads extracted by Warcraft's heart and blood, and it is also a good medicine to heal wounds. There are also some ways to refine herbs with soul power and take them into elixir, which is even more beneficial to the body.

At the foot of the mountain, the old branches of the dead tree are strangely shaped, and the stretched branches are like the devil waming. There is a high stone tablet under the tree with three skinny characters - Trident Mountain. A winding path leads directly to the mountain. Although Zhao Qianyang holds a person in his arms, he is still as agile as a monkey. Several people have risen and fall far away, and the lights on the mountainside are getting closer. Zhao Qianyang prayed more in his heart and prayed that the phantom should be supported.

The Phantom's body moved, slowly opened its eyes, and a drop of sweat sprinkled on her face. The Phantom raised a smile at the corners of his mouth and slowly closed his eyes.

Halfway up the mountain, the village gate stands high, and the gate is engraved with two ferocious monsters. The village wall is made of logs according to the terrain, with dozens of large torches inserted on it, and the fierce fire illuminates the front of the whole cottage gate.

Zhao Qianyang walked to the gate, and there were people talking inside. Zhao Qianyang knocked on the door several times.

After a moment of silence, I heard footsteps and someone walked to the door. Zhao Qianyang then knocked on the door, and his voice was clear and audible in the night, like hitting it with a hammer.

"Damn it, who is knocking on the door at night? Hurry up and report it." The person inside screamed.

Registration? Zhao Qianyang was puzzled and hurriedly said, "I, Zhao Qianyang."

The person inside hesitated for a moment. Who is Zhao Qianyang? Which cottage is this? They haven't heard of it. After a moment of hesitation, they finally opened the door. There were more than a dozen big men with fast knives standing inside, with loose hair and a face full of flesh. The leading man is like a starving ghost. The robe is like carrying a skeleton frame, which looks empty. There is a big knife behind him, which looks heavier than his body. There is no meat on his head, but a layer of blue and white wrinkled skin is attached to the head, and the eyes are deeply immersed in. The two eyes are like two small protruding. The ball rotated smoothly, the cheekbones were raised high, and the face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of window paper, reaching out to break. The thin man still held a piece of meat in his hand, chewing it with a big mouth, and the smell of blood came to his nose. Zhao Qianyang was really worried that the meat would break his face. When he swallowed, he could obviously detect a mass of things falling from his throat, which was very strange.

The thin man took a step forward and looked up and down at Zhao Qianyang. When he saw the phantom in his arms, his eyes straightened. The woman's beauty was the best and perfect face. Through this tight black clothes, he could see her hot figure, a pair of high and strong breasts, flat lower abdomen, thin waist, slender Long thighs, thin man is not in the mood to eat meat, drooling everywhere.

"Well, which cottage are you from? What's the matter with coming to our Liulong Village? But did you send the beauty in your arms to filial piety to us? The thin man said with a smile.

Although Zhao Qianyang walked outside for a short time, when he heard the thin man's tone, he knew that he was by no means a good person. Seeing his words insulting the Phantom, a flame rose in his heart and shouted, "Get out, I'm not a copycat. Call your best doctor to come here."

"Aha, go to the robber's den to find a doctor, and they are so hard. I'm tired of seeing you alive, so I went up and chopped him up. The thin man said fiercely, waved his hand as thin as a firewood stick, and more than a dozen big men behind him rushed over to surround Zhao Qianyang.

Zhao Qianyang can't afford to worry so much. In order to save the Phantom, the sea of knives and fire also has to break through. The soul power of his body is like a hot flame, erupting out in his body. A colorful light stood between his forehead.

More than a dozen people were stunned when they saw this scene. They raised their knives and stood there in a stale, which became a decoration.

"Go up and kill this boy." The thin man shouted loudly in the back, and the meat was thrown aside. There was no intention to eat. He saw that Zhao Qianyang was a soul cultivation.

More than a dozen knives, the cold air is compelling, and the knife light flashes like a thunder shadow, with a sense of evil spirit. The evil spirit has nothing to do with strength. If there are more people who kill, they will naturally have it. What the robbers do is the fire of killing people. As soon as they come up, they cut Zhao Qianyang to death.

"Ah." Zhao Qianyang could no longer stand the hot soul power in his body, and a dazzling thunderlight flashed from his forehead, turning ten into a hundred, a hundred into a hundred, and thousands of flowers. I don't know how many times more powerful than the thousand thunder charm.

More than a dozen men, more than a dozen postures, stiff there, and the knife in their hands can no longer be cut down. There is an energy to imprison them there. Looking at the angry thunder all over the sky, as if death is recruiting them. They are afraid of death. The more people the moon is killed, the more afraid they are, but the sharp and shining sword is fatal to this angry thunder. The attraction.

Everything happened in an instant, as if there was no sound. The thin man didn't remember whether he heard the sound or not. He only saw the staggered electric light, which made his eyes tingling to see anything. By the time he could see something, Zhao Qianyang had already walked in front of him, and there was a shadow of thunder on his forehead. Flashing. Looking behind him, more than a dozen big men fell to the ground in a very strange posture and became thinner than him. White bones were exposed in the scorched black place, and thick knives were rolled into a ball.

"You, you..." The thin voice trembled so much that it was difficult to say a word.

"I want to save people and call the doctor." Zhao Qianyang said coldly, and his voice seemed to come directly through the heart.

"Yes, yes..." The thin man's body still shakes, like a bamboo pole swaying in the wind, just like if the wind is bigger, he will fall off. Hot sweat and cold sweat crossed together, flowing on his dry skin like rain, muttering: "Save people, save people." My mind was blank. After entering the village gate, I didn't know where to go. However, when I entered the village gate, I found that in addition to the patrol team, there were hundreds of brothers standing outside, shouting and talking about it. They were all awakened by the angry thunder from Zhao Qianyang.

The thin man ran into the crowd, but he didn't dare to move for fear that if he moved, the next thunder would blow up on his head.

"Spatter, spread quickly. The second master is here." One shouted loudly, and the crowd spread a road more than two meters wide. A man more than two meters tall appeared in the distance. Zhao Qianyang's eyesight was excellent after his soul cultivation. He clearly saw the appearance of the Erzhai owner. He was nearly two meters tall, his dark and shiny skin, and his clothes hung on his body like strips of cloth. His beard was bald, his thick black eyebrows flew into the corners of his temples, and his eyes were drunk with light and broad mouth. , lion's nose. He held a pot of wine in his left hand and kept pouring it into his mouth. The more he drank, the more energetic he seemed to be.

"Skull, what's going on?" The owner of Erzhai shouted loudly.

The thin man glanced at Zhao Qianyang, and then pitifully walked to the owner of the second village. Zhao Qianyang did not stop him and directly found the head of the house, which could save him a lot of trouble. He looked down at the Phantom, as if he were asleep, and his breathing was still very weak and short. Zhao Qianyang was even more anxious.

"Cheer, awesome, dare to kill my brothers." The owner of Erzhai staggered to Zhao Qianyang and kept pouring wine into his mouth.

"I just came to save people, but your brothers wanted to kill me." Zhao Qianyang said lightly.

"From this point of view, my brother doesn't have eyes." The owner of the second village said that he was cooing again, and he had two mouthfuls. The wine jar was empty. He threw it casually, looked at Zhao Qianyang drunk and woke up, and then said, "This place is ours. Here, we can only kill people, and no one else can kill us."

Hundreds of brothers behind him shouted for the owner of Erzhai.

"I don't want to kill people. You'd better find the doctor for me, otherwise don't blame me for being cruel." Zhao Qianyang said loudly. He is not a very unreasonable person, but in order to treat the Phantom, he has not cared so much, and his murderous spirit is out of control.

"The doctor can find it for you, but I have conditions." The owner of the second village squinted and smiled.

"What's the condition? Tell me." Zhao Qianyang didn't think.

"I want you to compare two games with me. If you win, you can do whatever you want. If you lose, then I will do whatever I want." The owner of Erzhai smiled confidently, as if he were winning.

"How to compare?" Zhao Qianyang asked

"Compeed with drinking first, whoever drinks more wins, and then the martial arts competition. Whoever defeats or kills the other party will win."

"No." Zhao Qianyang said, "It's important to save people. I don't have so much time to compare with you."

The owner of the second village grinned, turned his head and said to the thin man, "Skull, call Lao Chen in the village and show the girl the injury."

The thin man bowed and nodded and ran away. He knew that the ability of the second village owner was only drunk without drinking. The more he drank, the more he would be awake and his strength would be. Although this person was very powerful, after he was drunk, ordinary people wiped it on his neck, and the head was like a watermelon. It rolls down, and the fresh human meat must be delicious, quack.

The owner of Erzhai looked at Zhao Qianyang, and his eyes blinked, as if he were about to fall asleep.

"Okay, I'll compare with you, but I want Sister Ying to be healed by my side. I'm worried about it elsewhere." Zhao Qianyang said.

"Yes, no problem. I'm not interested in women, but my men are really a group of wolves. If you lose, this delicate beauty will definitely lose a bone. The owner of Erzhai said meaningfully, and then turned his head and shouted, "Come on, serve the wine."