Seeing Han Dandan's attention on Zhou Zhenghai, the man with the black mole was not in a hurry. He took out the wine bag and dried meat and started eating slowly.
More than an hour later, the sun gradually became hotter. Han Dandan dragged Zhou Zhenghai to the shade of a tree. He was exhausted and completely unaware of the direction in which the sun was shining. A figure slowly came over.
The man with the black mole suddenly stopped eating meat, picked up the short crossbow, and slowly moved a distance in the direction of Han Dandan. He was soon discovered by Han Dandan.
Han Dandan hurriedly threw a water arrow talisman, and three water arrows hit the black mole man a few meters away. The black mole man was frightened and stopped, not daring to close the distance any further.
Han Dandan took out a water arrow talisman and a wind blade talisman from the storage bag and held them in his hand.
"Little girl, it's useless for you to keep going like this. Your companion is seriously injured and won't survive without treatment." The man with the black mole continued to confuse him: "In a few hours, he will become smelly."
"Shameless." Han Dandan cursed angrily.
"You surrender, give your immortal cultivators' treasures, and I'll help you save him!"
"I don't believe you!" Han Dandan was unmoved.
Suddenly a figure rushed over from behind. Han Dandan was shocked and hurriedly raised his hand to activate the talisman, but it was too late.
Han Dandan's right arm was cut by the handle of the knife. In the unbearable pain, the talisman in his hand fell to the ground, and then a pack of red powder was sprinkled on his face. After Han Dandan took a breath, he suddenly felt weak and weak, and his reaction was slow. .
The scar-faced middle-aged man stepped forward and punched Han Dandan in the lower abdomen. In pain, Han Dandan covered his lower abdomen with both hands and fell to the ground.
The scar-faced middle-aged man hurriedly grabbed a storage bag from Han Dandan and picked up two talismans from the ground. He was overjoyed.
Every time Han Dandan took out something from the storage bag, the scar-faced middle-aged man saw it and naturally guessed that it was a fairy treasure.
In the distance, the man with the black mole saw that the scar-faced middle-aged man had succeeded in a sneak attack and hurriedly stood up and rushed over, just in time for the scar-faced middle-aged man to take out a storage bag from Zhou Zhenghai and put it on his body.
The scar-faced middle-aged man raised his long crossbow and aimed it at Zhou Zhenghai's head.
"No..." Han Dandan saw the fierce look in the scarred middle-aged man's eyes and tried to shout loudly, but he was still weak.
"Hehe, I'll do it." The man with the black mole suddenly stepped forward, raised his hand and shot an arrow through Zhou Zhenghai's head. The short arrow was nailed to the ground.
"Lao Gu, each of us has a share of the treasures of these two immortal cultivators. This girl was hit by the soul-inducing powder, how about we share it?" the man with the black mole suggested.
"Good brother, it's necessary, one for each!" The scar-faced middle-aged man took out a storage bag from his arms and threw it over.
"Let me see what kind of treasure it is?" The man with the black mole was overjoyed and reached out to take the storage bag. He looked around but couldn't see why.
Han Dandan's whole body was hot and hot. Her long hair was scattered and her clothes were disheveled. She was lying on the ground twisting her body with a look of pain on her face.
"Brother, why don't you come first!" The man with the black mole stopped looking at the storage bag and stared at Han Dandan with narrowed eyes.
"You're welcome. If you hit that person's vital part first, you win. You go first." The scar-faced middle-aged man said humbly.
"I was just blind. I'm lucky, hehe!" The man with the black mole walked over in a hurry, stretched out his arms and lifted up Han Dandan's long white legs.
With a "bang" sound, the scar-faced middle-aged man suddenly raised his hand and shot an arrow into the chest of the man with the black mole.
"ah…"
The man with the black mole looked at the arrow pierced through his chest, turned to the scar-faced middle-aged man in disbelief and said, "Why are you doing this?"
"Go ask the Lord of Hell!" the scarred middle-aged man said with disdain.
"I'll fight with you." The man with the black mole stood up, pulled out his big knife, and rushed over. The arrow missed a little and missed his heart. He still had a chance to fight.
"Looking for death." The scar-faced middle-aged man didn't have time to load another arrow, dropped the long crossbow, pulled out the long knife, dodged sideways to avoid the oncoming knife, and at the same time slashed horizontally with the long knife, slicing the thigh of the man with black mole.
The man with the black mole glanced at the bleeding thigh and continued to chop with the knife.
The two people went back and forth for several rounds. The middle-aged man with the scarred face was unscathed, while the man with the black mole was scarred and staggered.
"Let's hit the road!" The scar-faced middle-aged man knocked away the man with the black mole's big knife and stabbed it into his abdomen.
The man with the black mole reluctantly grabbed the long knife of the scarred middle-aged man and said viciously: "You will not die well."
The scar-faced middle-aged man smacked the man hard, but failed to pull it out. He became furious and punched the man with the black mole in the face.
"The opportunity has come!" Lin Feng was overjoyed in his heart, and the flying knife came out of his hand, hitting the middle-aged man's head with a scarred face. The bones in the back of his head were shattered, and his brains were scattered everywhere. The middle-aged man with a scarred face fell to the ground without saying a word. .
"Haha..." The man with the black mole was overjoyed when he saw it, and hurriedly said: "Brother, thank you so much!"
"You're welcome!" Lin Feng struck out with another knife, piercing the neck of the man with the black mole. The man with the black mole widened his eyes and refused to rest in silence.
"Brother Hai died so unjustly!" Lin Feng sighed deeply as he looked at Zhou Zhenghai who died tragically.
Suddenly Han Dandan hugged Lin Feng from behind, and his limbs were like an eight-clawed octopus, tightly coiled around Lin Feng.
…
Early the next morning, Lin Feng got up from the tent, took out the trauma medicine from the storage bag, applied it to Han Dandan's red and swollen arm, and then wrapped a circle of gauze around it.
When he came to the woods, Lin Feng was full of energy and refreshed. He practiced several sets of sword skills. His swords were domineering and his energy was overwhelming. After half an hour, he...
After taking a sip of water, he used a fireball talisman to burn the middle-aged man with a scarred face and a man with black moles to ashes. He then dug a big pit, wrapped Zhou Zhenghai in a blanket, and placed him in the pit.
Han Dandan had been watching Lin Feng busy in the tent very early, but her face was red and she was embarrassed to come out.
Lin Feng buried Zhou Zhenghai's body, cut a piece of tree to erect a monument, and carved the words "Tomb of Senior Brother Zhou Zhenghai" with a short knife.
Han Dandan came over to salute with a miserable look on her face. She cried until she was heartbroken and couldn't help herself. It was obvious that the two senior fellow apprentices had a deep relationship.
Lin Feng came over and comforted him: "People cannot be resurrected after death, so sorry!"
"Senior brother, have a good journey. I will pay homage to you every year today, woo woo..."
Lin Feng asked Han Dandan to stay in front of the tomb for a while while he made a fire to cook, packed the tent and luggage, and loaded them on three horses.
After Han Dandan came over, the two of them finished their meal, led three horses, and prepared to set off.
Han Dandan came over, pinched the flesh on Lin Feng's waist with his hands, and twisted it hard. Lin Feng grinned in pain.
"Who told you to exert so much force last night? It hurts!" Han Dandan pretended to be angry.
"I was wrong, Sister Dan." Lin Feng hurriedly begged for mercy.
"Do you still dare?"
"I don't dare anymore. By the way, Sister Dan, where are you going?" Lin Feng asked on horseback, quickly changing the subject.
"Go to Beiling Mountain Xiuxian Market. My husband opened a small elixir shop in the market before his death, selling elixirs, talismans and other items. He died unexpectedly last year. Now I am running it. I usually refine some elixirs and put them in the store. We sell them in the store to maintain our cultivation life." Han Dandan replied.
"I followed the convoy just to find the Immortal Cultivation Market in Beiling Mountain?" Lin Feng was overjoyed and said, "I became an immortal cultivator by accident, and I plan to see the world."
"Thank you for saving my life this time." Han Dandan said with a blushing face as she didn't know what she was thinking of.
"Alas, I came too late and couldn't save Brother Hai." Lin Feng sighed and continued: "I heard Shouhou and the others said that two people left the convoy and were missing. I guessed that they might be looking for trouble with you. So I followed him all the way."
"Don't blame yourself, senior brother, his fate is bad!"
"Life and death are fateful, alas!" Lin Feng sighed.
"Xiao Feng, what is your current level of cultivation?" Han Dandan asked, rubbing his slightly red and swollen eyes.
"The second level of Qi training period." Lin Feng answered honestly.
"What skills are you practicing?"
"Thick Earth Technique."
"Well, it's the most common technique in the world of cultivating immortals." Han Dandan was not surprised and continued: "Most casual cultivators practice these basic techniques."
Lin Feng said with great satisfaction: "It's good to have a cultivation book. I'm very satisfied."
