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Chapter 43 Immortal Treasure
"stop!"

The masked leader pointed his sword at someone and said, "Witch God followers?"

"Amitabha!"

The sharp-mouthed monk put his palms together and said, "Don't talk nonsense, benefactors. I am a monk from the Golden Bell Temple."

"Monk? Then why are you running away in such a hurry?!"

The masked man shouted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense. Who can you fool with your face? Die!"

No nonsense.

The four of them acted at the same time.

The monk was not vague either. Without anyone noticing, he had quietly put on a pair of gloves wrapped in iron wire on his hands, and collided head-on with the sword. Sparks flew and the sound was like hammering iron.

"This monk and the masked man who led them are both at the Bone Training Realm!"

Chen Sanshi could see that their strength was clearly beyond the scope of blood-training warriors, and they were all experts in bone training.

Especially the monk with pointed mouth, who looks thin but is extremely ferocious when he fights, and his momentum is just like a tiger from the second mountain.

Except for the masked leader, the others are no match at all.

After a few rounds, they were all injured. They dared not get closer with swords in hand and provided cover from a distance.

The masked leader and the monk were engaged in a fierce battle.

When the situation was at a stalemate, another figure appeared silently and attacked from behind.

It turned out to be another bone trainer.

Two against one, the monk finally couldn't hold on any longer.

"呲-"

The masked leader found an opportunity and slashed the monk's shoulder with his sword.

The sword blade did not cut off the entire arm as imagined, but got stuck in the middle after splitting the bone, making it difficult to cut it off completely.

"Is this what bone training is?"

"The bones are so hard that even a sword can't cut them?"

"I'm afraid that even with my two crossbows, I can't kill the bone-training warrior directly."

"It seems that it is imperative to get a ten-stone bow."

Chen Sanshi continued to watch the battle.

Any fight with people at a higher level than him will help to improve experience.

On the battlefield, the situation gradually became clear.

After all, two fists are no match for four hands. After the monk was hit by a sword, his disadvantage quickly widened. The blood-training warriors who had only dared to watch from afar also came forward to look for an opportunity to finish him off.

"呲呲呲——"

The sounds of sharp blades tearing clothes rang out one after another.

The fake monk looked like he was splashed with red paint. Although his bones were difficult to cut, no one knew how much flesh and blood had been cut off. Some of them were still stuck to his body, and were about to fall off and were shaky. He looked very creepy.

Finally, the masked leader found an opportunity and stabbed the witch god's cultist's carotid artery with a sword.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and he fell straight to the ground, his eyes open.

"Search!"

The masked man quickly searched the body but found nothing.

"Nothing, the magic treasure is not on him!"

"Master, do you think we should go up the mountain?"

"The stuff is probably already in Xiang Tingchun's hands."

"Let's go. We are here to pick up bargains. If we don't find anything, we can just beg for mercy. But if we are caught by Xiang Tingchun, we will be finished. It seems that we have to pay a high price."

"Take away the body, retreat!"

Listening to the conversation, Chen Sanshi confirmed his guess.

The masked man is Liang Zhan and that old slave!

It is said that this young master hangs out in brothels all day long, but his cultivation has not fallen behind at all. He is twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Considering that he has practiced martial arts for ten years, his bone training level is definitely top-notch in Poyang County.

"If I want to kill him, I still need to improve my strength."

Chen Sanshi will never forget that the man named Liang once came to his door. If Wang Zhi had not been there, although his life would not have been harmed, it would not have been much better.

It's really uncomfortable to feel controlled by others.

He did not linger and returned the same way.

"Did Xiang Tingchun really get the immortal treasure?"

Chen Sanshi felt sorry.

But he always felt that something was wrong.

If you think about it carefully, it is not a good idea for the Wushen followers to blend in with the common people. Now that the army has come, even if they are really common people, they will definitely check their ancestors for 18 generations and only release them after verifying that there is no problem.

Rather than trying to get away with it, they seem to be attracting attention.

If it weren’t for Chen Sanshi, who could have heard the sound of branches breaking dozens of meters away in such a chaotic scene, no one would have discovered the fake monk.

But he had nothing on him.

Hidden?

Chen Sanshi couldn't help but recall the scene when he first got the exquisite jade box.

With the mentality of giving it a try, he searched along the way he came, but found no signs that the land had been turned over.

"Am I overthinking it?"

"and many more."

The sound of a bird chirping overhead drew his attention to a pine tree with traces of freshly fallen bark.

Chen Sanshi immediately climbed up and found a fist-sized tree hole at the highest point of the tree trunk.

"There are snakes!"

He was quick-witted and grabbed the snake's head and pulled it out.

It's a poisonous green snake.

Looking inside the cave again, there was nothing else.

There were bloodstains on the snake's lower jaw, as if it had been torn apart by someone, and its scales were also missing.

"Could it be that……"

Chen Sanshi did not hesitate. He used his hands to pry open the snake's upper and lower jaws, pulled them apart, and tore the whole snake into two halves. A piece of emerald green jade suddenly appeared in front of him. It was the jade key recorded in the "Book of Great Sheng"!

"You're amazing for stuffing something into a snake's stomach!"

He couldn't help but admire this man's imagination.

Even if you mark the snake, you may not be able to find it later.

It seems that the Wushen Cult would rather throw things away than let them fall into the hands of others.

I have to say, this method is indeed useful.

If any normal person were to come here, it would be impossible for them to find such subtle traces.

I just happened to meet him.

Chen Sanshi put away the jade and pulled out the snake gall.

This green snake is not valuable, but a mosquito leg is also meat.

After doing everything, he threw the snake's body back into the tree hole. It wouldn't be long before other animals would come and eat it up following the smell of blood.

"It looks like Xiang Qianhu's trip will be in vain."

Chen Sanshi returned to the foot of the mountain, but the chaos was not over yet.

The Wushen followers put up a desperate resistance, and later the two or three remaining ones simply used the common people as human shields and fled in all directions.

Sure enough, they were covering up for the fake monk.

After the fake monk left, the Wushen followers began to think of ways to survive.

The people in the garrison also scattered in pursuit, and the crowd was so scattered that no one paid attention to Chen Sanshi's movements.

It was not until dusk that the last Wushen cultist was captured and the battlefield was cleaned up.

In terms of casualties, three officers and soldiers of the garrison died and two were injured.

Among the two people killed in the battle, only one was a warrior, and the rest were soldiers.

But he killed seven members of the Wushen Sect and captured one alive, all of whom were blood-training warriors.

There is truly strength in numbers.

After all, they have one general flag and five small flags. If the scene were not so chaotic, the archers would not be of much use, and it would be entirely possible to achieve smaller casualties.

"I killed a blood training master, a small success, which can be exchanged for a few bowls of blood tonic soup."

Chen Sanshi was thinking.

His men also came back one after another. There were no casualties, and they worked together to kill two people.

"Alright, stop hugging me!"

Zhu Tong pushed Xu Wencai away impatiently: "It's all over, look at you, you're such a coward!"

"Chirp—"

The whistle arrow fired again.

Three hundred garrison troops were ordered to assemble in front of the Jinzhong Temple.

Xiang Tingchun, his clothes stained with blood, slowly walked out of the temple gate. His seedling knife was broken and there was blood at the corners of his mouth. Only the human head in his hand declared that he had won the fight.

(End of this chapter)