From a slave to the Great Qian Martial Saint

On the second day of the tenth lunar month, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

A group of people came out of Yongqiu City and headed straight east.

There were more than forty people in total, all wearing masks, with the leader wearing a mask with the character "王" (king) and tiger stripes.

Although they were walking, their steps were light and swift, their breaths were deep and their blood energy was thick, all of them were seventh-grade or sixth-grade martial artists!

It was only a four or five li journey, and with their stamina, they could reach it in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Under the heavy darkness of night, a small village sits at the foot of the mountains. At the entrance of the village stands an old locust tree, half of which has been struck by lightning and is charred black. It is as thick as four or five people can hug it.

Having reached the village entrance, the man in the tiger-striped mask at the front raised his hand, and the group immediately slowed their pace.

More than forty people entered the village, yet not a sound was heard.

Woof~

A stray dog ​​smelled the scent of a stranger and was about to bark when a pebble came flying at it, causing it to collapse instantly.

A moment later, the group went straight to a courtyard in the middle of the village.

The courtyard was small, with only two thatched huts. The wall was made of some rubble and was less than a person's height. As for the door, it was simply made of bamboo poles and branches.

Everyone stood still, and the man with the tiger-striped mask extended his hand, gently waving his index finger as a signal.

Immediately afterwards, a gaunt-looking man leaped into the courtyard. His leap and landing were as silent as a withered leaf falling.

Although this person is only at the seventh rank, his lightness skill is superb, probably surpassing many sixth-rank or even fifth-rank martial artists.

After all, how else could one become a master thief?

He silently approached the door of the thatched hut, took out a bamboo tube about the thickness of a finger from his pocket, slowly inserted it through the crack in the door, and then blew in the incense little by little.

boom!

After blowing two or three breaths, a muffled sound came from inside, and a palm struck out, sending the withered man and the door flying.

The emaciated man landed outside the courtyard, shuddered, and then died.

Immediately afterwards, a man dressed in a yellowish-brown robe came out of the house and walked straight to the middle of the courtyard. He glanced at the group of experts who had surrounded the courtyard, his expression extremely solemn.

Whoosh~ Whoosh~!

Without a word, the next moment, blood surged, and four arms sprouted out like willow branches, each holding a weapon: a gold brick, a sharp sword, an iron ring, and a shield.

Three heads and six arms, the appearance of an Asura!

This is the mark of a fifth-rank military officer.

Facing a fifth-rank expert, the expressions of the surrounding crowd were extremely serious, but no one backed down.

"……superior!"

The night wind stirred up the dark clouds, obscuring the dim crescent moon, and the tiger-striped mask suddenly let out a soft shout.

The next moment, the blood energy surged like a raging storm, and more than forty people simultaneously unleashed their blood energy into form, which, in the darkness, resembled ferocious beasts charging forward.

"court death!"

The man in the yellow robe glared angrily, let out a roar, and waved his six arms to meet the attack.

boom!

A deafening roar followed, accompanied by billowing dust and a surge of bloody energy that shot straight into the sky.

……

"Everyone, keep up!"

Outside Yongqiu City, the group headed straight east.

The man in the lead looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a broad frame and a slightly thin build. He was dressed in a dark gold short outfit and was none other than Marquis Jing'an, Gu Tingshu.

Beside Gu Tingshu, the chief steward Jin Bingren followed closely.

Chen Shi followed in the crowd, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

Leaving aside Gu Tingshu and Jin Bingren, among the other thirty-odd people, besides the Marquis's retainers and guests, there were also some unfamiliar faces he had never seen before.

But no matter which one it is, their cultivation level is probably above his, that is, at least the mid-stage of the seventh rank!

It seems that if he hadn't "successfully infiltrated" the Fufeng Society and was more familiar with its situation, they wouldn't have brought him along at all.

Chen Shi clenched his fist secretly. If such a lineup arrived in time, they definitely wouldn't be able to kill Gu Chengze.

"There are people over there!"

As they were pondering, someone in the group suddenly gave a soft shout.

Looking up, I saw dozens of figures moving about on a dirt mound to the south.

They were dressed differently, but all wore masks.

"They're from the Fufeng Society!"

Chen Shi's eyes widened, and then he shouted.

"Chase!"

Gu Tingshu gave the order and, without the slightest hesitation, rushed over first.

According to their plan, they were to go to Huai Shu Zhuang to wipe out the evil people of the Fufeng Society. But since they had run into them here, they might as well just take action.

Although Gu Tingshu was highly skilled, he was still a person of great importance and could not afford to make any mistakes, so everyone quickly followed.

Seeing the menacing approach, the members of the Fufeng Society seemed frightened and, without any intention of fighting, turned and ran.

The night was dark, and the wilderness was difficult to traverse. By the time they caught up, almost an incense stick's time had passed.

When they were still twenty or thirty meters away, Gu Tingshu suddenly leaped into the air, like a giant eagle swooping down, and with a bang, sent one of them flying twenty or thirty meters away.

After the person landed, he didn't even move; he was instantly lifeless.

"Um?"

Gu Tingshu stood there, his brow furrowing slightly. The feeling of that palm strike just now was not right.

At the same time, the others caught up and blocked the Fufeng Society members.

"Don't kill us! We're not bad people!"

The members of the Fufeng Association were terrified and immediately knelt down to beg for mercy.

What happened?

The group exchanged bewildered glances. Weren't the members of the Fufeng Society supposed to be vicious and ruthless? These people in front of them didn't seem vicious at all.

Moreover, these people had weak auras and did not look like martial artists with profound cultivation.

"They are not members of the Fufeng Society!"

At this moment, Chen Shi suddenly shouted in surprise.

"no?"

Gu Tingshu frowned and looked at Chen Shi.

"Although the members of the Fufeng Society also wear various masks, their masks have the Fufeng Society's logo and symbols, while these masks do not."

Faced with Gu Tingshu's questioning gaze, Chen Shi offered an explanation.

"What kind of support or association? We're not one of them."

These so-called Fufeng Society members paused for a moment, then took off their masks, their faces filled with fear, and continued speaking.

"There was a woman who gave us money and told us to put on masks and wait here, saying that if someone chased us, we should run away."

"We've fallen for their trap!"

Before these people could finish speaking, Gu Tingshu turned and left.

The others also realized what was happening and quickly followed Gu Tingshu.

Heading straight to Huai Shu Zhuang!

The plan was to lure the tiger away from the mountain, or rather, to buy them time.

Gu Tingxu was secretly annoyed. He, a veteran of many battles, had fallen for such a simple trick. Thinking this, he quickened his pace.

Before long, they finally arrived at Huai Shu Zhuang.

The once tranquil village is now filled with a bloody atmosphere!

"quick!"

Fearing that the demon from Fufeng might escape, Gu Tingshu shouted and rushed into the village.

Fearing for Gu Tingshu's safety, the others followed closely behind.

When they reached the center of the village, all they saw were broken walls and ruins, and the surrounding area was already a wasteland.

More than twenty corpses lay scattered on the ruins.

There were also more than twenty people surrounding a man.

"Chengze!"

But upon seeing the man's face, Gu Tingxu's expression changed instantly.

Chen Shi followed behind, looking at Gu Chengze who was still intact, and then at the lifeless yellow-robed man beside him, and couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Damn it, I was just one step away!