Hushan is a branch of the giant mountain range in Liangzhou and Changming Mountains. It is hidden in a small county town. In the vast plains, strange peaks protrude, but because of the dangerous terrain, the thief is everywhere and the ferocious beasts appear, making it a forbidden place.

According to the information Meng Zhao learned in Lingwu City, there are indeed many parodies in this Hu Mountain. Relying on the steep terrain and hiding troops in the forest, they avoided the encirclement of the government and gradually grew stronger after many times.

Among them, there are several powerful men with great reputation in the martial arts world. They have superb cultivation and are the mainstays of the mountains, and they compete with those famous young heroes who are determined to be chivalrous and righteous.

In fact, some of the thieves in the village are actually members of the rebels, and several powerful men with great force are actually the backbone of the rebels, and they are a nest of thieves and bandits.

Meng Zhao's idea was to first invade a certain hamlet outside Hushan, be a crossing dragon, conquer the bandits, wait for an opportunity to contact the rebels disguised as gangsters, and then be incorporated and then join one of the rebels.

This is a preliminary idea. As for whether it can be successful, I am not sure. I can only say that I can take one step at a time and adapt to the situation.

While walking like a shrinking ground, he was walking in his mind and deducing actions.

At this moment, his ears trembled slightly, and he heard something through the seemingly quiet plains, so he did not continue to move forward, but stopped in place, his head turned, and looked at a certain direction.

It was vast and wide, and a series of sharp and powerful whistles came from the direction Meng Zhao looked at. It was first faint and then faintly visible, and then clear and harsh, accompanied by the sound of stomping on the ground and splashing snow.

Soon, Meng Zhao saw a wide carriage pulled by four dragon foals. Under the control of a coachman, he rushed towards the direction he was in. A roll of snowflakes rolled up behind the car, which looked particularly eye-catching in this heavy snow-flying environment.

Meng Zhao's eyes were amazing. Although they were far apart, they could still see clearly that the carriage should be riding by someone of great identity, so the materials were precious and the shape was luxurious. However, at this time, red liquid was sprayed with some edges and corners, and the incomplete marks seen by swords, so it looked very devastating.

Behind the carriage, there were about dozens of samurai riding, whipping and raising their knives, shouting and scolding, chasing the carriage, as if they were chasing someone.

Meng Zhao shook his head. Although he didn't know who these two sides were, and he didn't know what their hatred had, the relationship between chasing and being chased should be certain.

He had seen more than ten similar incidents along the way, but Meng Zhao did not pay much attention to them.

He was not a meddling person at first. Perhaps he would feel a little pity when he saw those innocent and miserable people, but he didn't care much about these martial arts people who were licking blood at the edge of the knife.

No matter how many deaths are, it is actually nothing to this huge world of China, let alone the troubled times are approaching, and I don’t know how many people will die in the future. If he is compassionate, he might as well find a temple to become a monk.

I felt disconnected in my heart, and with a move, I crossed dozens of feet and continued to move forward...

In the distance, the Liu family's groom was sweating heavily, his white air was steaming, his face was anxious, and his arms kept shaking the reins. With his years of driving and horse-driving skills, the four dragon foals were able to exert the maximum speed without bumping the carriage, causing the people inside to suffer.

But the pursuers behind could not get rid of them, and the injuries on his body were about to explode. If he could not think of a way to escape, he would probably be the last trace of blood from the Liu family, which would be destroyed in his hands.

The groom was extremely sad and angry, and he felt that the sky had no eyes and the court had no virtue.

This family that accumulates virtue and does good deeds will be punished, but the evil people who have done all the bad things will be prosperous and prosperous, and the martial arts will be prosperous.

Does it really mean that a good person does not deserve his life and harms for thousands of years?

In the blink of an eye, I suddenly saw a shadowy figure in the distance, crossing dozens of feet in the snow in an instant, almost flying and teleportation.

The light skills are so powerful that I am afraid that the most famous flower thief Ximen Qing, the martial arts world in Liangzhou, is far from that.

Such an expert and light skills are so good, and martial arts must be good, or the last chance of life in the Liu family.

The coachman felt a little warm in his heart. He was a loyal servant of three generations. Since the Liu family was destroyed, he had already had the will to die for the Lord and did not care about his life and death.

Even now, he is at the end of his strength. Because he is seriously injured, he depends entirely on the support of the head of the family's fortune pill and his own will. Death is a matter of time.

The only concern that I can't let go is the person in the car. Now, if I don't catch this last possible life-saving straw, the Liu family will really die.

When his heart moved, the coachman blew a hand and pointed at the four horses and slammed them all over the body.

Under the severe pain, these four dragon foals, which were originally slightly tired due to long-distance running, suddenly cheered up, and accelerated suddenly. With the whistling sound, the whole chariot turned into a meteor and rushed towards Meng Zhao in an instant.

The warriors chasing behind were shocked to see this, but they were still a little far away from the carriage and blocked by the frame, so they couldn't see Meng Zhao. They thought that the driver was approaching and the donkey was in trouble and was struggling to death.

The leader waved his horse whip and shouted,

"The other party can't hold on anymore. Young men, follow him closely and catch that little lady. I will be rewarded."

Other warriors also had the same idea, which also stimulated the mount under their crotch, accelerated the sprint, and followed closely behind the carriage to avoid being thrown away.

Now that the snow is heavy, the snowflakes cover up their sight and ruts, they are quickly covered by snow. If you are not careful, you will easily lose it, so you have to hang it tightly behind the carriage.

The driver of the Liu family also knew that the stimulation of the dragon horse in a short time could indeed be able to get rid of the pursuers behind, but the dragon horse and BMW are not really ferocious beasts. After running around these days, they are already exhausted and are already the last sprint.

However, he wanted to get rid of the people behind, but to catch up with the master with peerless body skills in the distance.

However, Meng Zhao's speed is still above his prediction. The distance between the two sides has not been closer, but has become more and more distant.

This made the driver anxious, but he refused to give up the last straw. He could only use his internal force to stimulate the sound waves and shout at Meng Zhao.

"A master stays for a walk, a master stays for a walk, a master stays for a walk!"

Circles of internal air visible to the naked eye shattered the snowflakes falling in the sky and spread to Meng Zhao's ears.

Meng Zhao suddenly stopped and turned to look at the coachman.

But a murderous intent arose in my heart.
Chapter completed!