The four-antlered deer ran forward on the snow, and the sled quickly ran toward the northeast.
Liu Hanyan sat on the sleigh and looked at the man driving the sleigh alertly.
Long Chen patted Liu Hanyan and comforted him: "It's okay, don't worry."
"Is this your first time sledding? How does it feel?"
Liu Hanyan nodded and said, "It's more comfortable than riding a horse."
The man waved his whip in front and said: "Woman, here you can ride horses in the summer and sleds in the autumn and winter. The speed is much faster and it won't hurt your buttocks."
Liu Hanyan said coldly: "I didn't ask you!"
The man smiled and continued driving.
The sled ran for almost four hours and finally arrived in front of a forest.
This forest looks like a piece of graphite on the white snowfield, with tall trees and black needles.
"Hero, we are here, our stronghold is inside."
An imperceptible smile appeared on the man's lips.
As long as you enter the woods, it will be the territory of the bandits. When the time comes...
The sled quickly rushed into the woods. Long Chen looked up and saw an arrow tower on the tree branch.
These arrow towers are built on thick branches, but strangely, there is no one on them.
After running forward for a while, the corpses of bandits were lying on the ground, and there were several corpses that looked like people from the Jianghu.
"Your bandit den was attacked."
When Long Chen saw the corpse, he immediately made a judgment.
Apparently, this group of bandits robbed other people who were heading to the Holy Snow Peak, and as a result, their lair was besieged.
The man sped up and stopped in front of a stockade.
A fierce fight is going on.
About 20 people from the Jianghu were fighting with the bandits.
The bandits occupied the stockade and fired random arrows at the outside, while people from all walks of life broke into the stockade with weapons and killed people.
When the man saw this, he rushed inside with a knife.
"sure!"
Long Chen sighed in admiration. He didn't expect that this bandit was quite brave and actually rushed in on his own initiative.
Liu Hanyan stood up with her sword in hand and watched the fight in front of her with vigilance.
"Senior brother, do you want to help?"
Liu Hanyan felt that she and the Jianghu people should deal with the bandits together.
Long Chen shook his head and said: "No, let them kill themselves, none of us will help."
On the top of the village, a man wearing a black bearskin coat and fur hat held a bow in his hand, directing his bandits to fight back and shooting an arrow from time to time.
Outside the village, more than 20 people from all walks of life entered from different angles.
There are not many of them, but they are all elite.
Anyone who can make it this far is not weak in cultivation.
On the tree, there was a middle-aged man wearing a camel hair cloak, holding a short halberd in his hand, quietly watching the fighting below.
It seemed that this middle-aged man was taking the lead.
"Hold that side!"
The man in the black bear fur coat yelled loudly, and two knights and knights rushed into the fence. The man immediately shot two arrows, and his minions rushed over with their swords. The knights and gangsters fought together with the minions.
Soon, the minions were killed, and the two knights continued to rush in.
The man in the black bear fur coat yelled: "Trash!"
Grabbing the feather arrow, the man shot two more arrows. A knight did not dodge and was shot through the calf and fell to the ground.
The man jumped down from the roof, pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and stabbed the knight with a knife.
Another knight turned to fight, and the man swung his sword to kill them.
Outside the village, a middle-aged man in camel hair clothes saw the man in bearskin coat fighting and planned to help.
At this moment, the middle-aged man discovered Long Chen, Liu Hanyan, and the bandits who were charging into the village with knives.
The middle-aged man frowned and stared at Long Chen and the two of them carefully.
Judging from his attire, Long Chen should be a member of the martial arts world.
But why are you riding in the same sleigh with the bandits?
Long Chen and Liu Hanyan were watching the show on the sleigh and did not help.
The bandit came up from behind with a knife. A knight-errant was not careful about what was happening behind him. His head was chopped off with a knife and he fell to the ground dead on the spot.
When other knights came to fight, the man had already rushed into the village.
The middle-aged man on the tree's face darkened, he fell down from the tree, walked to the front of the sled, stared at Long Chen and asked: "Which sect are you from?"
Liu Hanyan glanced at the middle-aged man, then turned to look at Long Chen.
Long Chen ignored it and continued to look at the fighting in the village.
"Why are you hanging out with the bandits? Are you accomplices?"
The middle-aged man asked coldly.
Long Chen still ignored him, the middle-aged man was already very angry.
The knight who was killed just now was his disciple, and he came to challenge him. Long Chen's attitude made him even more angry.
"I am Leng Qingwu, the leader of the Snow Mountain Sect. I will ask you one last time!"
The middle-aged man raised his halberd.
Liu Hanyan looked at Long Chen and said, "Senior brother?"
Long Chen glanced at Leng Qingwu, just glanced at him, but still ignored him.
Leng Wuwu was furious, and the short halberd in his hand was suddenly stabbed. Long Chen did not retreat, but rushed towards the halberd. The Fufeng Sword suddenly unsheathed and stabbed Leng Wuwu.
The Fufeng Sword and the short halberd were about the same length, but Long Chen was faster. The Fufeng Sword came last, and Leng Wuwu was startled. He hurriedly retreated, just in time to avoid the Fufeng Sword.
When the attack failed, Long Chen was slightly surprised and exclaimed: "What a great move!"
That sword strike just now, as long as the movement was a little slower, Leng Wuwu had already become a dead soul under the sword.
Leng Qingqing shouted angrily: "Who are you! Tell me your name!"
The sword strike that Long Chen made just now showed astonishing courage and cultivation. He was no ordinary thief.
Long Chen said loudly: "Xu Zhi, Liuye Village, capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"
The fight between the two alarmed the people besieging the village. Some people retreated and returned to Leng Qingwu, surrounding Long Chen and Liu Hanyan.
"Master Leng, what's going on?"
"Master, who are they?"
Leng Qingwu looked at Long Chen with stern eyes and asked: "Since you are a member of the world, why do you associate with thieves?"
Long Chen chuckled and said, "Who said I am in league with thieves?"
Leng Wuqing pointed at the sled and said, "You still say it's not the case?"
Long Chen pointed at the knights besieging the village and said sarcastically: "So, you are here as guests?"
Leng Wuwu was rendered speechless by Long Chen.
A middle-aged woman behind him pointed at Long Chen and cursed: "Fart, we are eradicating bandits, please speak more clearly!"
Long Chen looked at this woman carefully. She was round, with almond-shaped eyes and long eyebrows. She was wearing thick clothes, and she could tell that her breasts were very large.
"Are you this... the prime minister of the Snow Mountain Sect?"
Long Chen looked at the middle-aged aunt with a smile. When the woman heard the word "lucky", a hint of shyness appeared on her face for no reason.
"Don't talk nonsense, I am the master's junior sister."
Apparently, she was happy to be told this.
Leng Wuqing was very unhappy and said angrily: "You are a thief who talks dirty words. Even if you are not a bandit, you are still a scum of the world!"
Long Chen smiled and said: "Oh, you scum of the world, you want to eradicate me?"
Leng Qingqing said angrily: "You are such a lecher, and everyone in the world will eradicate you!"
When Liu Hanyan saw what Leng Wuqing said, she immediately drew her sword and stood behind Long Chen.
Some of the knights who besieged the village sided with Leng Qingwu, while others blocked Long Chen's back to prevent Long Chen from escaping.
Judging from their clothes, there were about 12 people from the Snow Mountain Sect, and the rest seemed to be from other sects.
"Whore? You're right, I'm the best whore in the world!"
Long Chen laughed heartily.
He felt that the word thief was very appropriate to describe him.
If Long Chen was not in the court but in the Jianghu, he would still be a lustful person.
"Okay, you've admitted it yourself. Everyone, this lewd thief has vicious swordsmanship. Let's all fight together!"
Leng Qingqing gave the order, and almost 20 people came up to attack.
