Chapter 5 Attack

When everyone heard that the people from Ghost King Cave had left, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

After hearing the news along the way, the caravan was extremely afraid of Ghost King Dong. Except for Wu Erlang, everyone else would rather take a detour when they heard the name of Ghost King Dong than bump into those legendary guys who were half witch and half ghost.

The caravan stayed in Xionger Shop for a day, and Qi Yuan seized the opportunity to sell half of the goods he carried.

Although the profits sold here are not as rich as those south of Panjiang, they are also very considerable.

Seeing that five kilograms of ordinary iron nails sold for six silver baht, which was almost ten times the principal, Cheng Zongyang said intimately: A profitable businessman!

A small amount of goods were exchanged for baht, and most of them were exchanged for Nanhuang specialties in barter, and stored in an inn familiar to the Yun Chamber of Commerce. They were brought back to Wuyuan City when they returned.

This made Qi Yuan smile. In terms of connections, the relationship between Baihu Store is far less profound than that of the Yun family. In the past, the goods they received in the southern desert were carried with them. Not only did the journey be hard, but it was easy to lose.

Sending it in the inn and spending only a small amount of money saves the hard work along the way.

Qi Yuan was busy changing the goods, but he didn't take any of the silks brought by Yuncangfeng.

These silks are all sold to Baiyi.

Yun Cangfeng smiled and said: These green jades are good. You might as well buy a few dollars. You can also exchange them for some money when you bring them inland.

The green jade mentioned by Yun Cangfeng is all material stones, which are completely different from the crystal clear jade that Cheng Zongyang imagined. Apart from the fact that it has a few green patterns, it is not much different from ordinary stones.

But since it was said by an expert like Yun Cangfeng, it must be impossible to make a mistake.

When Cheng Zongyang came out of Wuyuan City, he brought some money. He just shipped the goods and exchanged hundreds of silver coins. He was well-off. He immediately told the price and bought a few high-quality jade materials and stored them in the inn.

Two caravans and a group of Huamiao people came at once, and the small inn was suddenly very lively.

Cheng Zongyang came back with the stone and saw Old Man Zhu squatting at the door, bragging to several young men in the caravan.

Shi Gang and others were so nervous that their eyes were suddenly heard. Old Man Zhu coughed, and several people rushed to serve him tea and water.

Old Man Zhu moistened his throat with satisfaction, and said, "I think back then...

At the beginning, it blows on again.

Qi Yuan made a smooth move in the goods today, and he was in a bad mood. He leaned against the door and listened with a smile.

Seeing Cheng Zongyang coming in, he greeted him and said with a smile: This old man Zhu is a bit interesting, and he has even seen the sacred trees in the mountains.

What are you talking about?So lively.

Old Man Zhu said that he was catching up with heavy rain when he saw the sacred tree.At that time, he was under the tree and it was still dry on the ground, without any rain.Walking up, the lightning and thunder in the middle of the tree, when you walk up, the wind is sunny and the rain is under your feet.

He also said that flowers bloom at high places, and the fruits born in the flowers all look like women, and they giggled when the wind blew.

True or fake?

Qi Yuan smiled and said: Who knows this?Even the natives of the Southern Wilderness, few people have seen the sacred tree.But young people like to listen to this.

It’s not reliable to brag about any of the music. Isn’t this Zhu Baba a liar?Cheng Zongyang thought about it and couldn't remember any big liar who had this name.

There was a noise in the courtyard. Cheng Zongyang looked over and saw the flower seedling men squatting on the ground, forming a circle with a sip of wine jar in the middle, each of whom was blushing with his face.

I started drinking it in the morning and continued until this time.

Qi Yuandao: I distributed them more than a dozen jars of honey I took on the road.Well, these flower seedling men took all the honey to the wine shop and exchanged it for wine. There were almost twenty jars, and it would be enough to drink until tomorrow.

The Huamiao people were the most kind group Cheng Zongyang had ever seen in the Southern Wilderness. He left a good impression on him, but he was too uncontrollable to drink.

Are Huamiao people so good at drinking?

Qi Yuan shook his head, Huamiao people are good wine, but I have never seen anyone drink such a good person, just like they are desperate.

The men of the flower seedlings sang happily and drank happily.

Cheng Zongyang likes their straightforwardness, but he is a little confused.

These flower and Miao people, both men and women, have a kind of indulgence in the end of the world, and seem to not consider tomorrow at all.

The patriarch Su Li didn't care, and even shared the astringent wine made from corn with his tribe members.

Wu Erlang squatted beside her, imitating the Hua Miao people, singing while drinking. The songs he sang were not out of tune, but had no tune at all, but no one minded those Hua Miao people. As long as they could squat down and sing and drinking like them, they would be their good friends.

On the other side of the yard, Wu Zhanwei gestured with his thick-backed machete, and was talking about sword techniques with Yi Biao.

Yi Hu, with a beard, sat on one side, put a can of clean water on his hand, burying his head, grinding his sharp gun on a fine sandstone, turning a deaf ear to the noise of the Huamiao people.

The remaining soldiers who served as escorts of the Chamber of Commerce were left in the guest rooms to watch over the goods.

Xie Yi sat alone on the steps, watching all this quietly.Cheng Zongyang has always suspected that the sentence "Sorry" was said by him, but there is no evidence.

He took a piece of cake from the package and Cheng Zongyang went to the horse shed to feed the black pearls.

He was very attentive to this mount and would feed it with his own hands every day.

Other mules and horses along the way lost weight, but the black pearls were even stronger and the fur was even smoother.

As soon as I entered the horse shed, I saw a thin donkey next to the black pearl.

The donkey was not much bigger than a calf, and his back was as thin as a blade, but he had big ears, just like he had never seen grass when he was born, and he was burying his head in the trough of the black pearl.

Black Pearl shook her tail contemptuously, far away from the donkey.

Where did the donkey come from?

Old Man Zhu!

Wu Zhanwei responded in the distance, turned his head and said to Yi Biao: Brother, the sword skills of your Northern Palace soldiers...

Cheng Zongyang looked at the donkey, just like Old Man Zhu, and the more he looked at it, the more he disliked him.

Old man Zhu!Aren't you not riding a donkey?What does the lead donkey do?

Old Man Zhu didn't mean to blush at all. Look, look, take it seriously.I just said that, in fact, my donkey is good!

Cheng Zongyang looked at the donkey in anger, broke the cake and fed it to Hei Pearl: Eat it quickly, don’t pay attention to the countryside donkey!

A sharp whistle came from the thick fog. Yi Biao lit the oil cloth on the arrowhead, pulled open the iron-tied bow, and shot out an arrow.

There was thick fog at dawn, and the entire Bear Ear Shop was shrouded in white mist.

Cheng Zongyang wanted to wait until the fog dissipated before leaving, but Yun Cangfeng and Qi Yuan told him that in the southern desert, a thick fog that never dissipated for half a month was common. If you have to wait until the fog dissipated, the time will be no longer accurate.

The caravan set out at the original time.

Just like the day before yesterday, Huamiao people are in front and caravans are in the back.

In order to prevent anyone from falling apart in the thick fog, the caravan connected all the mules and horses together with ropes, less than about a meter apart.

Even so, I still found that a slave had been lost while resting on the way, leaving only an empty saddle horse.

Cheng Zongyang wanted to mobilize people to find him, but Qi Yuan said: The fog has not yet dissipated yet, so it is too dangerous to go back.

Isn't it just a slave?If you lose it, you will lose it.

Old Man Zhu said indifferently: Maybe you will fall into a certain valley, even if you can find it, you will die.

Cheng Zongyang frowned, "Why are you not dead yet?"

As for people, they will die sooner or later.What's the point of being early or late?

Old Man Zhu rode on his skinny donkey and said with a hunched back: Let's save some effort.The road ahead is not easy to walk.I accidentally fell to death and couldn't even find the body.

Yun Cangfeng was also nodding, obviously thinking it would be too risky to look back.Everyone thought so, and Cheng Zongyang had to give up.After all, the fog is too big, and even if you want to find it, you can't find it.

A sharp whistle came from the front, and Qi Yuan picked a leaf, held it in his mouth, and answered with a whistle.

Old Man Zhu said: This young man looks like a tuberculosis ghost, and he can blow the leaves of the flower-miao people?

Huamiao people are good at holding leaves in their mouths and blowing various whistles to contact each other.In such thick fog, the whistle is much more convenient than other contact information.

Qi Yuan took off the leaves and smiled and said: Old man, the donkey's back looks like a blade, can you sit still?

Old Man Zhu stood upright and said unconvincedly: I am a donkey!

Cheng Zongyang grabbed Old Man Zhu and dragged him off the donkey's back without hesitation. You are the guide, and you are not leading the way in front, so what are you doing here?

Old Man Zhu shouted Qu and came out of the shop. This section is familiar, so I still have to take it?I only changed the road when I arrived at the mountain stream in front.

Qi Yuan was stunned and put away his smile, "Old man, aren't you lying to us?"I, Lao Qi, also walked through this road. There is only a road into the mountain stream. Where is there a fork in the road?

Old Man Zhu's beard raised under his chin, and he followed me, that's right.

Another whistle came, and Qi Yuan said: They let us go.

Cheng Zongyang patted Yi Biao on the shoulder, took the bow and went to the front to take a look.

The fog is so thick that it seems to be insoluble in milk, trees, vines, grass, soil...

They are all shrouded in white mist.

The thick fog without shape and smell filled the ends of the hair and fingers, as if walking in an illusion.

careful!

Qi Yuan grabbed his arm, and Cheng Zongyang realized that he had walked to the edge of a stone cliff at some time.

There was a sound of water flowing under my feet, and when it was separated by the thick fog, the sound became ethereal.

This mountain stream is about one meter high, and the water is not deep, so you can pass by just by wading.

Qi Yuan said, feeling a little puzzled.

In his impression, the nearby mountains are high and dense forests are not available, and there is no second way to go. Can Old Man Zhu still find another way?

The men of the flower seedlings stood in the forest, protecting the women of the clan in the middle. They held their waists tightly and looked around alertly.

In the middle of the crowd, the veiled bride lowered her head slightly. If she hadn't seen her cute appearance last night, she would have looked like a quiet lady.

Cheng Zongyang said: Let’s go over and see the two of you, and the rest will wait for Old Man Zhu to come.

Su Li nodded slightly, and a man from the flower seedling climbed the thick vine next to the cliff silently, and sank into the mountain stream as fast as a monkey.

Yi Biao, wait for their whistle to come, shoot an arrow to see how wide it is.

A moment later, a sharp whistle came from a distance.Yi Biao lit the oil cloth, pulled the iron bow into a full moon, and shot an arrow in the air.

The burning rocket drew an arc and flew over the mountain stream.Just as the fire was engulfed by the thick fog, a snow-white face flashed out of the fog and flew over to the arrow.

Ningyu!

Cheng Zongyang shouted in dismay.

Ningyu swept across the mountain stream, two steps away from the cliff and was exhausted, and his body fell down.Cheng Zongyang rushed forward and extended his arms to respond, but it was still about a foot away.

A green vine flew over and wrapped around Ning Yu's slender waist.Wu Erlang shouted softly and shook his hands to pull Ningyu out of the stream.

Ningyu staggered to the ground and almost fell.Only then did everyone find that half of her body was covered with blood, and a strand of her long hair was cut off by a sharp blade, and it was stuck on her cheeks in a mess, revealing a bloody mark on her neck.

Ningyu disappeared after climbing the Orangutan Cliff two days ago, but unexpectedly he suddenly appeared here.Cheng Zongyang snatched forward and held her arm. Before he could speak, he was pushed away by Ning Yu. Beware!

With a shout, an iron axe flew out of the thick fog and slashed heavily on the ground.

Yi Biao shouted fiercely, and the iron bow in his hand shook, and the long arrow broke out from the string.

The long arrow seemed to be swallowed by thick fog, without any sound.The men of the flower seedlings pulled out their waists and stared at the thick fog in front of them nervously.

A scream suddenly came from the depths of the thick fog, and then it stopped abruptly.It was the man who was exploring the path. After shouting, he had no sound again. It was obviously too bad.

The mountains and forests have returned to silence.Everyone could hear their heartbeat, and it became stronger and stronger in this depressing silence.

Who is it?

Cheng Zongyang whispered.

People from Ghost King Cave.

Ningyu gave the answer that everyone least wanted to hear.

A pair of black soles stepped onto the rocks on the side of the stream, and their curved toes were as fierce and powerful as the claws of wild beasts, followed by their thick legs, and their bulging muscles were as strong as iron cast.

The black figure slowly emerged from the thick fog. The strong body was covered with a piece of leopard skin with a black background and white seal. The exposed arms and thigh muscles were bulging, and the dark skin seemed to be engraved, painted with terrifying patterns.

The warrior had a shiny head, no hair, his eyes were dark red, and a terrifying sharp horn appeared in the middle of his forehead, like a demon walking in the prehistoric world.

He held a sharp axe in his right hand and a blood-dropped head in his left hand.

The skull and neck were cut off by a sharp weapon, and their eyes were wide open. It was exactly the flower seedling man just now.

Yi Biao threw down the iron bow, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and shouted and took action.

The sword technique he used came from the army, and the sword was straightforward. It was less fancy than the man like Wu Zhanwei, but it was more practical. With one knife, it had the momentum of thousands of troops to break the world.

The warrior from Ghost King Dong ignored Yi Biao's long sword. He looked at everyone with his dark red eyes, then opened his mouth and laughed silently.

An iron axe was swung out from the horizontal and held the long sword with a clang.

Another dark figure appeared from the fog. He was also dark in skin, thick in bones, holding a giant axe in his hand, but the strange horn on his head was born on one side, shaped like a hook.

One black figure after another appeared from the thick fog, none of them spoke, and as soon as they appeared, they rushed towards everyone, and the iron axe was waving and making a dull sound.

The Huamiao men at the forefront were the first to be hit. They were all selected warriors from the clan. Facing these evil opponents, none of them retreated and stood up to fight with the enemy.

In the thick fog, black figures appear and disappear.

No one can tell how many warriors there are in Ghost King Cave.

The Huamiao people fought with them in a melee, and Yi Biao slashed straight at the long sword, blocking a warrior.

Lian Qi Yuan also drew out the steel knife and faced the enemy side by side with two flower seedling men.

The warrior of Ghost King Dong with dark red eyes threw away the head in his hand, raised his foot and shattered it, and then extended his big hand to Ningyu with a grim smile.

Cheng Zongyang held Ning Yu behind him, held the hilt of the knife with his backhand, spread his arm, swung the steel knife out of the sheath, and slashed at him in a circle.

Cheng Zongyang did not learn Wu Erlang's swordsmanship carefully, and only this sword drawing style has been considered a little effort.

Wu Erlang's Five Tiger Breaking Door Sword is mainly fast and powerful. When drawing the sword, it is a move, omitting the general starting style of the sword.

Cheng Zongyang pulled out his steel knife and took the lead.

The warrior flipped his wrist and the iron axe held the steel knife.As the swords and axes intersected, Cheng Zongyang felt his arm trembling, and the steel knife almost flew out of his hand.He couldn't help but take a step back, and his arm holding the knife trembled faintly.

The warrior from Ghost King Dong's arm muscles bulged up like iron blocks, and then he raised an axe and slashed heavily on the steel knife.

This axe cut several inches in front of Cheng Zongyang's sword thigh, attacking the weak with strong attack.

Cheng Zongyang felt like he was holding a dagger and was chopped by the extremely heavy iron axe. His fingers hurt violently, as if he was broken by the huge force.

Cheng Zongyang instinctively took a breath, the qi wheel in his dantian rotated, his arms were numb and filled with strength again.

He was surprised to find that the steel knife was still firmly in his hand and was not slashed away by an axe.

After coming to this world, it was the first time that Cheng Zongyang had officially fought with someone. He found that he was not as useless as a person who was chopping him down with one axe, and he couldn't help but feel energetic.

In terms of strength, he would definitely not be able to cut the warrior's iron axe by holding a knife in one hand. He held the hilt of the knife in both hands and slashed the neck of the warrior Guiwangdong.

The warrior's dark red eyes flashed slightly, as if surprised that he could get back his strength so quickly and take action again.

The warrior raised his axe to block the steel knife, then took a step forward, taking advantage of Cheng Zongyang's steel knife being swept away and exposed the empty door, and he sank his shoulder and hit his chest.

Apart from occasionally fighting with people on the basketball court, Cheng Zongyang's experience in facing the enemy was basically blank. Wu Erlang was very angry and never used a trick like him.

As for Ning Yu-they still have more fights in bed.

As a result, Cheng Zongyang failed to avoid a simple attack and was hit hard by the warrior's shoulder.

Cheng Zongyang felt as if he was hit hard by an iron hammer. Fortunately, his cultivation level had a slight foundation and he did not vomit blood on the spot and fell to the ground. His sternum sounded and it was not broken. In addition to his pale face, he could barely stand.

A roar came from his ear, and a man with a flower seedling was cut off by an iron axe, and blood almost splashed on Cheng Zongyang's face.

Then a ray of cold and cold breath penetrated through the temple and swam into the dantian.

The qi wheel in the dantian contracted slightly, and then suddenly swelled like it was about to burst.

Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but shout, raised his steel knife again to block the attack of the Ghost King Dong warrior.

From time to time, people were injured and splattered blood around them, and Yi Biao and Qi Yuan also had their own lottery.

The caravan's guards were coming from behind one after another, but no one knew what was happening in the thick fog, so they could only ask loudly while drawing their swords to guard.

Xiao Wei and a companion from the store jumped off the horse and took out their weapons.

As the thick fog sounded, a black figure slashed at him, and Xiao Wei jumped back quickly and sealed the iron axe with a steel knife. The companion took the opportunity to swing the knife to slash the enemy's head.

The Ghost King Dong warrior's iron axe was entangled by Xiao Wei and could not block it. Seeing the steel knife slashing, he lowered his head,

With a sound, the steel knife slashed at the ghost horn above his head, making a tremor like gold and iron intersecting, splashing a spark.

The shop guard was stunned, the huge head of the Ghost King Dong warrior pushed forward, and the sharp ghost horn pierced into his chest like a javelin, penetrating his heart.

Xiao Wei gritted his teeth, his muscles tense on his face, and he rushed towards the warrior with no chance.

A large drop of sweat gushed out of Cheng Zongyang's forehead, half because of nervousness, and the other half because of this short few minutes of fight, which consumed a lot of his energy.

The Ghost King Dong warrior who fought with him had a demonic body. Cheng Zongyang had a knife that clearly slashed his arm, but only a shallow scar was left.

A ray of sunlight penetrated into the forest, and the thick fog dissipated slightly.

The Ghost King Dong warrior with ghost horns swung his iron axe down, cutting off the back of a Huamiao man, then raised his dark red eyes and looked at the Huamiao woman in the forest.

Su Li's face was as deep as water. He opened his hand and took a bent bow and aimed at the warrior's eyebrows.

These Ghost King Dong warriors were as physical as iron and stone, and no one was confident that her arrow could shoot through the other party's skin.

But everyone was injured and could no longer separate people to protect them.

Suddenly, a roar came from the Hua Miao crowd, and a tall figure rushed out like a tiger, thrusting his chest and colliding with the warrior.

The Ghost King Dong warrior was tall enough, but the strong man rushed out was two sizes bigger than him.

The two figures collided with each other, and the warrior of the Ghost King Dong was knocked up like a stone, flying two feet apart, landing on a tree, breaking the pine tree as thick as a bare bowl in the waist.

Wu Erlang jumped to the warrior in one step, opened his hand and twisted the ghost horn above his head. His arms were bulging, and he stepped on his shoulders, and with a force, he broke his neck with a square sound.

Wu Erlang spat, then stretched out his arms and snatched them.

His arm span was extremely long, and Cheng Zongyang might not be able to cut even with a knife at the same distance. Wu Erlang just stretched out his hand and easily grabbed the back of the warrior opposite Cheng Zongyang and lifted him off the ground.

The warrior swung his axe and chopped Wu Erlang's arm. Wu Erlang neither dodged nor blocked him. He waved his hand and threw him into the air.

Cheng Zongyang could no longer support him. Seeing Wu Erlang taking action to rescue the siege, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and shouted: Wu Er!

Catch it!

While throwing the steel knife over.