Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

"Boss, there's something good here!"

Inside the Zhou family courtyard, a bandit with a mole on the corner of his mouth was swaying back and forth, pulling on a rope by the well.

Feng Biao was sweeping a nearby courtyard when he heard the commotion. He quickly climbed over the wall and jumped inside.

"Wow, monster meat." Feng Biao's eyes lit up.

Many of the bandits in Black Wind Stronghold were originally strong men from various villages who did not engage in production and had become outlaws. Even after they entered the stronghold, they remained the same.

In the past, one could only eat this monster meat once every ten days.

Feng Biao looked at the dozens of kilograms of monster meat, waved his hand, and said, "Go, let the others come over and have a feast."

"Alright." The mole bandit grinned from ear to ear when he saw that his leader hadn't taken the monster meat back to hand over. He ran out of the courtyard in a few steps to call the others.

After a while, a group of burly bandits swaggered over.

"Hey, Er Mazi, what happened to your face?"

"Ugh, what bad luck," a pockmarked man said with displeasure. "When I was searching the house, I ran into a silly old woman holding a baby. I was just thinking of having some fun, but she was really tough and scratched me a few times."

"Oh? Why didn't you bring it over for the boss to see?"

Er Mazi waved his hand, "She absolutely refused, so I killed her with one stab."

"Can't even handle a woman, what a useless fellow." The surrounding bandits laughed heartily upon hearing this, filling the courtyard with a joyful atmosphere.

After a while, the monster meat emitted an enticing aroma, and paired with wine scavenged from other places, the bandits feasted in the courtyard.

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The moon hung low, and Cangsong Village, which had been in winter for a long time, was as silent as death.

Zhou Chen passed by the village but did not rush in.

If we kill these bandits in the village today, Cangsong Village will probably be massacred tomorrow.

After running along the only road leading out of Cangsong Village for about half an hour, a fork in the road appeared.

One side of the road leads to the official road of Xingde County, while the other two lead to the remaining villages around Yunsong Mountain.

"It's a geomantically auspicious place, perfect for burying people."

Zhou Chen looked at the dense forest beside the road and went inside.

Before the bandits from Black Wind Stronghold arrived, Zhou Chen went to a distant place, cut down a few large trees, and found some sturdy vines to set up a trap.

Eleven vicious bandits, five of whom were trained in meat and six in skin.

Zhou Chen dug a pit in the ground with his hands, then sharpened a branch with a dagger and stuck it into the pit.

With his mastery of physical training, his hands are comparable to ordinary metal, and even without tools, digging a deep pit would not be difficult for him.

If this were in my previous life, he would definitely be a top-tier expert among civil engineers.

Next, Zhou Chen wove the vines into a net, laid it over the pit, and covered it with yellow soil and fallen leaves for disguise.

Such crude traps are no match for bandits who have trained their skin and flesh, but they are enough to render their horses unable to run.

After an unknown amount of time, a slight tremor was felt in the ground.

Zhou Chen swiftly climbed onto the tree trunk, then tore off a piece of his clothes to cover his face, leaving only his eyes exposed.

Knock knock knock...

The sound of hooves rang out, and a cavalry caravan galloped in from afar.

Compared to when they arrived, each horse now had bulging packs hanging from both sides, clearly indicating a bountiful harvest.

"I didn't expect that after paying the annual tax, there would still be quite a few of these fat pigs left. We really made the right choice coming here," Xiong Yi shouted excitedly, riding closely behind Feng Biao.

"Yes, I hope the next village will be as prosperous as this."

Just as the bandits were basking in the joy of their bountiful harvest, a sharp arrow suddenly rang in their ears.

puff...

A powerful bow with a draw weight of ten stones, at a distance of one hundred paces.

With a single arrow, he pierced Xiong Yi's neck.

A spray of blood exploded, but the horse beneath him, unaware that its master had perished, continued galloping forward.

Xiong Yi held the reins with one hand and covered his throat with the other, his face flushed, trying his best to manipulate the muscles to close the wound.

While the Flesh Training Realm can manipulate muscles and stop ordinary bleeding wounds, it does not include injuries like a pierced throat.

With a thud.

Xiong Yi fell backward, and the horse belatedly neighed.

"Enemy attack!"

Feng Biao has been a member of Black Wind Stronghold for nearly ten years. He has experience in everything from massacring villages to fighting with other strongholds for territory.

The moment he heard the arrow, he flipped over and hung on the side of his horse.

"Anyone who dares to rob my Black Wind Stronghold's spoils of war must have a death wish!" The other bandits shouted curses as they watched Xiong Yi, who was in the same muscular humiliation as their leader Feng Biao, "die" in an instant.

However, they were met with a second arrow.

"Whoosh..."

The arrow streaked across the sky, its cold arrowhead reflecting the moonlight like fangs.

puff...

Despite being on guard, one person still fell to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Feng Biao's expression turned cold, and he said to the people behind him, "The enemy's archery skills are superb. Let's retreat to an open area first."

Although the bandits were filled with rage, they knew that in this dark and narrow passage, they were nothing more than targets for the enemy.

Raise the whip with all your might, no longer holding back the horse's strength.

"Whoosh..."

Another arrow struck the last man in the cavalry right in the chest.

But the bandit seemed oblivious to the death of his companion, and charged forward with all his might.

In the dense forest, Zhou Chen saw that the bandits had run out of maximum firing range after leaving behind three corpses, and he secretly sighed with regret.

He jumped down from the tree trunk and quickly chased after them, using the surrounding bushes for cover.

"There are eight left."

"Boss, Yi-ge'er, Lao Qi, and Lao Jiu can't have died in vain!" Er Mazi, still in shock, was overjoyed when he saw a fork in the road in the distance.

The fork in the road was in a wide-open area, with nowhere for the person who shot the arrow to hide.

Feng Biao nodded, but a thought of retreating crossed his mind.

This time, they went to Cangsong Village to plunder money and grain, and obtained a large amount of money and grain, thus completing most of the task assigned by the third leader.

Although three riders have been lost, wouldn't the eight men receive even more reward money?

As for brotherhood, nothing beats the comfort of hard-earned money.

Knock knock knock...

The horse galloped swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, they were near the fork in the road.

Suddenly, the horse's front hooves missed the mark, and both horse and rider fell forward.

The seven men behind him saw their leader, Feng Biao, fall forward and immediately pulled on the reins to slow down.

However, the momentum of the riders and horses, weighing several hundred pounds, could not be stopped instantly, and six riders in a row rushed into the pit in the middle of the road.

The men and horses were just ordinary beasts, and now, pierced by the sharp wooden spikes in the pit, they cried out in agony and could no longer straighten up.

"Phew! Luckily I stopped in time." The last man looked at his fallen companion and felt relieved.

Watch out behind you!

"What?" He turned around instinctively, his eyes widening in surprise.

The next moment, an arrow pierced right between his eyebrows.

"Seven more." Zhou Chen, who had rushed over from afar, watched the figures slowly fall from their horses and muttered to himself.

"Sixth Brother!" Feng Biao and the others were all martial artists. They only had to do a somersault to regain their balance after falling off their horses.

At this moment, the seven men watched as the sixth man, the only one who hadn't stepped into the pit, was shot dead by an arrow, and they were filled with both anger and fear.

"Charge with me! Avenge our brothers!" Feng Biao's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the money and grain scattered by the fallen horses.

Now all the money and grain are scattered here, and four brothers have been lost. If we can't catch the culprit, the consequences of going back will be worse than death.