Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 82 81 Attack on the Camp, Windfall

Everyone knows that the Eight Kings Bandits of Tiejiao Mountain have eight leaders, but in fact, among these eight people, one has a more special identity.

The eighth boss, Wang Ji, is the biological son of the first boss, Wang Balang.

"My dear, my father is the king of Tiejiao Mountain. If you follow me, you won't have to worry about anything anymore."

"Fine clothes, delicious food, luxurious houses, servants, everything that the wealthy families have, my family also has."

Wang Ji's small eyes eagerly scanned the girl's beautiful body curves.

Although the latter's face was covered in dust, it could not conceal her beauty.

Although the clothes were torn, one could still tell they were made of silk. She was obviously the daughter of a wealthy family who had fled.

His expression was one of struggle, and his eyes kept looking at the steaming food on the table until his stomach began to growl.

Wang Ji smiled mischievously, but did not let him eat. Instead, he gave orders to his servants.

"Take the little beauty to bathe and change clothes."

The girl was taken away by several maids who were about her age. Wang Ji could see that they were already wavering in their hearts.

"That's what's interesting. I'm tired of this whole time of forcing myself on you."

"That's what it's called, appealing to emotions and enticing profit."

Wang Ji looked pleased and sat down on the chair. Naturally, servants came to him to pour wine and serve him more food.

Even when he set up camp outside, his life was no different from that at home, and he behaved like a young master from a wealthy family.

Other bosses came out to plunder, but for him, it was an outing.

These servants were specially selected by his father from the wealthy families he plundered, just so that his son could live a life like a young master.

Wang Balang: If the son of a bandit is still a bandit, then wouldn’t my bandit status be in vain?

"It's a pity that Seventh Brother is not here. If he were here, he could recite a few poems. Yuanbao, hum."

That man is a complete beast, all he does is hack and stab people.

When the Eight Kings bandits raided a market town, he fell in love with a beautiful girl. The other leaders knew about it and told their men to stay away.

Yuanbao was so excited about killing that the girl was pierced into a big sieve by the iron spear. But afterwards, his father Wang Balang advised him to put the overall situation first.
Oh shit.

Wang Ji felt disappointed when he thought of Yuanbao. He thought the little beauty had already bathed and smelled delicious, and was just about to get up and have some fun when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps and unorganized shouts outside the tent.

"Seventh Master!"

"Seven Kings!"

"Seventh brother?"

Wang Ji was surprised to see Wenjie with his face covered in dust.

Wenjie seemed not to hear anything, and when he saw the wine on the table, he picked it up and drank it immediately.

When he saw a lamb leg, he grabbed it and tore it apart with all his might.

Wang Ji didn't look like he was starving, but rather like he was stimulated by something and was venting his anger.

"Seventh Brother, what happened? Where's Sixth Brother Yuan?"

Wenjie's cheeks puffed up, the muscles in his throat relaxed, and he swallowed the large lump of wine and meat forcefully, as if a huge stone had fallen into his stomach.

His expression finally calmed down.

"Old Six is ​​dead."

As soon as the first sentence came out, Wang Ji was stunned.

No matter how much he disliked Yuanbao, his strength was unquestionable as he was able to sit in the sixth seat of Tiejiao Mountain.

Among the eight leaders of Tiejiao Mountain, the first three are masters in the internal organs realm, the fourth to the seventh are also good at the muscle realm, and only Wang Ji has perfect qi and blood.

It’s not too much for the eldest son’s son to have some privileges.

"Seventh Brother, did you encounter government troops?"

A terrible guess suddenly popped up in Wang Ji's mind.

The expansion of the Eight Kings Bandits was not an aimless expansion where they could fight wherever they could, but was planned and selective.

There is no oil or water in the completely uninhabited mountains;
In a county town with abundant oil and water, the resistance is too strong, and the bandits will quickly turn into rebels, making them easily targeted.

Only the towns around the county town and the villages near the towns are easy to attack and can obtain population and food.

Moreover, market towns are often located near official roads, providing convenient transportation, and can be used as strongholds after being captured.

To become a master, you need not only talent but also support.

How can a town produce a master at the muscle level?

Who could have killed Yuanbao and forced the seventh brother Wenjie into such a miserable state?

We must have encountered government troops!

"They're not government troops, but a stranger from the Flying Tiger Escort Agency."

By the time Wenjie had finished his words, he had already eaten a pot of wine and a leg of lamb, and had returned to his usual wise and confident self.

"The Flying Tiger Escort Agency in Chuqiu City?"

Wang Ji was shocked and angry, "How dare he?!"

"Old Eight, let's go now and find the Third Master immediately and have him bring people to avenge our brothers."

Wenjie said without hesitation, walking towards the tent door.

Wang Ji couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Wenjie said that the man was a stranger and was able to escape. The other party would not be able to exceed the second level of muscle, and at most the third level of training.

The third in command, Xu Ke, is a master at the level of internal organs.

Using a butcher knife to kill a chicken?

The enemy hasn't arrived yet, but I ran away first. If this gets back, won't I become the laughing stock of Tiejiao Mountain?
And the little beauty has already washed and smells delicious.
Wenjie looked at Wang Ji's hesitation and sighed in his heart.

The eldest brother is considered a hero among the common people, but he dotes on his son too much, and he will definitely suffer a great loss in the future.

But when he led the troops out, Yuanbao had already died. If anything happened to Wang Ji again, he would have no chance of survival if he returned.

Thinking of this, he could only be patient and give a suggestion.

"That man killed Yuanbao with just one blow."

Wang Ji's expression changed when he heard this, and he immediately growled at the servant:
"Go get two horses! Don't alarm too many people, okay?"

Wenjie's expression relaxed.

"It would be fine if I could take the ingot after a hard fight, but I'll be killed with one blow."

Wang Ji thought about the existence of such a murderer, and looking at the shadow in the candlelight, he felt that someone was about to jump out at any time.

He quickly took off his silk and satin clothes and asked his servants to change him and Wenjie into inner armor and night clothes.

For some reason, when Wenjie was changing his clothes, he suddenly felt that the smell of his sweat-stained clothes was not right, but he couldn't tell why.

When the two men finished changing their clothes, the servant still hadn't brought the horses, and the noise outside the tent was even getting louder.

Wang Ji was furious and stepped forward to pull back the curtain.

"What are you arguing about! What happened to my horse?"

Continuous flames suddenly entered their sight, and the roaring sound broke their eardrums:

"The water is gone! The water is gone!"

"Someone come and put out the fire!"

"It's the government troops attacking us!"

The bandits in the camp were in chaos. Wang Ji kept shouting and cursing, but he couldn't get anyone to come over.

Wenjie's face turned pale, as if he understood something. He stepped forward, grabbed Wang Ji under his armpit, turned around and rushed to the stable.

"Seventh Brother, what are you doing?!"

"It must be that guy from the Flying Tiger Escort Agency who planted tracking spices on me! But it was covered by the smell of blood and sweat before."

Wang Ji was shocked. So it was you who lured the murderer here?

Then why did you take me away and try to kill me?
"Don't fucking move!"

Wenjie couldn't care about anything else at this moment and started cursing:
"It's already chaotic here!" "Our people are in disarray, and now we don't even know how many people are on the other side!"

"If I don't take you with me, can you escape?"

Wang Ji was stunned and subconsciously swept his eyes across the camp.

The fire is not yet out of control, but the bandits in the camp are a mob.

Only a small number of people were fighting the fire, while most of them took advantage of the chaos to run into the warehouse, where they looted gold and silver. Some even went so far as to rob the women, which stunned Wang Ji.

It's not you, damn it, the bandits even robbed their own things?!

He didn't dare to move now. Wenjie ran faster and faster, almost making his stomach vomit out.

When he arrived at the stable, Wang Ji was just about to take a breath, but he found that it was much less noisy here than other places.

Li Cunxiao walked out from the shadows.

The armor was reflecting an orange-yellow flame, and blood was still dripping slowly from the five-foot Mo Dao.

He was not wearing an iron mask, so Wenjie could see the faint smile on the other person's lips and the pair of golden tiger eyes.

The two heads' hearts sank instantly.

"You should show mercy when you can. You've already killed my Sixth Brother, so you should have gotten your revenge. Why do you have to keep forcing me?"

"I'm forcing you?"

Li Cunxiao's smile deepened, and the black leather boots on his feet lit up with cloud patterns. His figure instantly disappeared in the night, leaving only a line of silver knife light that was constantly approaching.

Wenjie's face turned grim, and he grabbed Wang Ji without hesitation and threw him out with force in the other's horrified expression.

When bones and flesh come into contact with the sharp blade, it is like a red-hot knife cutting lard, easily separating muscles, fat and bones.

The internal organs and large and small intestines that were emitting heat fell to the ground, and Wang Ji's entire body was smoothly split into two halves from his left shoulder to his right side.

Wenjie took this opportunity to turn around and dive into the chaotic crowd.

Life is the most important thing in the world. Even if he can no longer survive in Tiejiao Mountain, he does not want to die here.

"Can you escape?"

He set fire to the camp just to scare the enemy out.

The unlucky guy who was hacked to death by him was specially brought out by Wenjie, so it is obvious that he is of high status.

But the two were in such a hurry that it was obvious that the internal organ expert that Wenjie had mentioned before was not in the camp.

Quick victory!

Li Cunxiao grinned grimly, and the Tiger Demon and Silver Fox added their powers at the same time. His facial muscles were twisted and knotted, and there was a hint of beauty in the weirdness.

The heat flow from the waist and kidneys is like gasoline, flowing into the engine of the heart. The vigorous qi and blood are like the roaring river, and the roar almost condenses into a solid one-foot-long smoke.

With a shake of his feet, the ground cracked, and before the dust settled, the whole person was already stepping on the milky white cloud and rushing into the crowd in an instant.

Blood and limbs were flying everywhere, and wailing and screaming were everywhere. It was like a human meat grinder!

Wenjie just turned his head and took a look, and was immediately scared out of his wits.

He couldn't see Li Cunxiao, he only saw a road paved with blood and flesh rushing towards him.

Wenjie used all his strength to mobilize his qi and blood to strengthen his legs. Even his skin began to change, growing feathers like a baby bird, and blood oozed from his mouth and nose.

The man was like a pheasant with wings but unable to fly, fleeing frantically in the chaotic camp.

But how could his speed compare to Li Cunxiao who was wearing cloud shoes?
"what!!!"

With a scream, Wenjie's left leg was broken at the root. The huge inertia made him fall far away until he crashed into a tent.

Li Cunxiao shook off the blood beads on the blade and found that there were many more bandits here than elsewhere, and there were also many more corpses.

It wasn't until he saw the torn tents and the gold and silver scattered from the overturned boxes that he suddenly understood.

It turned out that they had arrived at the bandits' warehouse.

"Come here, someone, stop him for me. When we get back to Tiejiao Mountain, I'll make him the leader! I'll reward him with a beautiful woman and a thousand taels of silver!"

Wenjie had overdrawn his energy and blood, and was seriously injured. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had completely lost his rationality. He fell to the ground, hysterical.

Some bandits recognized Wenjie, looked at his broken leg, then looked at Li Cunxiao, who was not someone to be trifled with, and turned to leave.

Some of the bandits did not recognize Wenjie, and were so angry that they rushed forward with knives, but were hit in the head by Li Cunxiao with a punch.

The remaining people's faces changed drastically and they turned around to escape. Li Cunxiao immediately became unhappy.

"Put everything down!"

When I come, these things will have an owner.

Or is he a bandit on the road? Do you know the rules?
For a moment, the sound of gold, silver and jewelry falling to the ground filled the air.

Li Cunxiao then walked up to Wenjie and raised his Mo Dao.

With a slight sound, the body separated.

The shadow of a gray-blue eagle flew out and sank into the vajra.

Wenjie's eyes were wide open, as if he was dying with his eyes open. Fine white hairs grew from the corners of his eyes to his hairline.

Li Cunxiao couldn't help but frown.

The martial arts practiced by the seventh master are obviously third-rate among the low-grade martial arts.

His combat power is even worse than that of Yuanbao, and only his speed and eyesight when shooting arrows are remarkable.

Not to mention that when he was in life-and-death crisis just now, he burst out with all his might, and even his body underwent irreversible changes.

In comparison, the Tiger Demon Fist is much stronger than these things.

"This is not the place to refine the devil. It took me half an hour to get here on Chili. I have to go back as soon as possible."

Li Cunxiao searched the corpse and found only food, water, and a few small-denomination silver bills. It was obvious that the other party was already preparing to escape when he arrived.

This warehouse had been looted by our own people, and only some large pearwood screens and sky-blue secret-color kiln porcelain vases were left inside, which were not convenient to carry.

Li Cunxiao had no choice but to pick and choose among the things left behind by the bandits, and barely found a few gold hairpins, jade handles, gem rings, and a dozen gold bars of decent workmanship.

After packing everything and tying it around his waist, Li Cunxiao rushed out of the camp with a knife in hand. With a whistle, Chili came in response.

The scarlet horse galloped through the clouds and mist, and disappeared into the night again, leaving behind only the camp with flames soaring into the sky and a mess.

It was three days later when the fugitives returned to Tiejiao Mountain to report the news and the enraged Wang Balang finally realized the situation and sent out people.

"Why hasn't Captain Li returned yet?"

It was late at night and most of the escorts in the post station had already rested.

In Ge Yingyang's room, the candle was still on, and his hawk-like eyes were looking eagerly into the distance.

Li Cunxiao's figure charging into the battle alone in broad daylight really shocked him. In a trance, he even thought he saw Zhang Lishi of the past.

Therefore, when the other party proposed a night attack, Ge Yingyang was distracted and just gave a few words of advice and then let it go.

In the final analysis, with the opponent's combat power, nothing can stop them from doing what they are determined to do.

But the waiting was really torturous, and the feeling of regret unconsciously surged up again.

Although the opponent's fighting power was outstanding, and although the precious red horse could move as fast as the wind, if anything happened to Li Cunxiao, not to mention explaining to Zhang Lishi, he himself would not be able to get over it.

He is loyal and righteous, and trustworthy. Although it was his first time to escort the goods, he arranged it so perfectly.

Even the only Zhuzi who was accidentally poisoned was rescued.

Ge Yingyang really admires this young man.

His ears suddenly moved, and he opened his eyes wide to look out the window. After a moment, he finally let out a breath slowly.

The horse's neigh was low but cheerful, and the other person's footsteps were steady and powerful, no different from when they left.

Ge Yingyang smiled with relief, blew out the oil lamp, and finally went to bed.

Li Cunxiao tiptoed back to the room.

He put away a bag of gold and silver jewelry, wiped off the bloodstains on Mo Dao, and changed the clothes that were burned by fire.

Li Cunxiao stared intently at the two demons suppressed by the vajra.

"Refining"

(End of this chapter)