Riding on a wide-winged crane, flying in the sky, Fang Cheng looked down at the bottom, his eyes flashed with blue light, and four eyes were traced up and down.

Using the Liumin Cang Qingyan, who had practiced to the extreme, although he was still a long way from the ground below at this moment, in the caravan below, every movement of every person, the swing of every grass on the roadside, and the small movement of every insect in the grass, were all revealed under these six eyes, and Fang Cheng could see clearly.

There are many bandits in Qingnv Mountain, and only twelve bandits can truly become a climate. These twelve bandits not only survived in Qingnv Mountain for a long time, but also had strong strength. The worst ones are five or six foundation-building monks, and the strongest ones are more than twenty, which are even more powerful than some big families in cities.

Among them, there are four bandits distributed on the road that the Fang family caravan is going to take.

The leaders of these four bandit forces were all smart people. They set rules themselves that each caravan would only collect 10% of the goods.

Four bandits are 40%, and two round trips are 80%.

So, Fang Cai said that his caravan would take a trip and 80% of the benefits would be handed over to the bandits. This is true.

However, although I was angry, there was no way.

Lao Zhou had said before that if you see bandits from the four major forces, you don’t have to take action. He will negotiate. If you find bandits from other small forces, you will attack them directly. It doesn’t matter.

At a high altitude, Fang Cheng could easily see dozens of young cultivators with cultivation levels ranging from the first to fifth levels of Qi training in the woods on the roadside.

They were dressed in disheveled, with a fierce look on their faces, staring at the caravans moving slowly on the road.

"Another batch comes..."

Fang Cheng sighed, took out a small gourd like purple jade, stretched out his hand and a wisp of poisonous gas floated over.

In a blink of an eye, all dozens of monks were poisoned and died, and the bodies were all over.

Fang Cheng patted the gourd lightly, and dozens of poisonous gas flew back from the corpses and drilled into the Yellow Springs gourd.

The gourd trembled slightly, conveying a sense of dissatisfaction.

Fang Cheng ignored it directly, put away the Yellow Spring Gourd and continued to move forward.

This magic weapon is quite sinister. Every time you use poison gas to kill someone, you can destroy other people's cultivation after they die and transform them into poison gas. When the amount of poison gas reaches a certain level, it can condense into the Huangquan Spirit Breaking Water, which will harm the spirituality of the magic weapon.

The dissatisfaction just now was that the people who were dissatisfied with Fang Chengsha were of poor quality and wanted more poisonous gas!

How could Fang Cheng have the time to deal with this thing?

He stepped on the back of the wide-winged crane, and the white crane flapped its wings and continued to move forward.

There are countless bandits in Qingnvshan, and the bandits of small forces are not strong enough, so as not to dare to take action even if they are a little bigger. Most of them hide aside and attack them, and they can rob as much as they can.

The four major forces are different. Hundreds of them stand on the road in a swagger, and a leading foundation-building monk stands on the tree by the roadside, closing his eyes to rest.

Eight or nine small leaders of Qi training rode a tall horse, holding various weapons, and watched the caravan coming from a distance, with a smug smile on their faces.

One of them laughed out loud, which led several bandits to laugh out loud.

The bandit forces have no formal income, they all rely on robbery and caravans to send them money and supplies.

When I saw the caravan at this moment, I naturally laughed happily.

Lao Zhou, the caravan manager, rode his horse and quickly came to the front of the caravan, chatted with the leaders from a distance, and after confirming his identity, he smiled and came up.

Fang Cheng stepped on a wide-winged crane and landed on a nearby mountain. He looked at them from afar, his eyes flashing.

The broad-wing crane is of great value. If it gets close to the caravan, it may be taken by the bandits and snatched away. However, it cannot allow the broad-wing crane to fly far away by itself. After all, there are many bandits in this Qingnv Mountain and more monsters.

So Fang Cheng looked at him from a distance with a wide-winged crane.

Of course, he is also a clone in the caravan to ensure safety.

Next, after Lao Zhou talked with the bandits, the bandit leader pushed Lao Zhou away and led his subordinates into the caravan. Without saying a word, he snatched eight carriages.

Many guards dared not speak out, and they were accustomed to food and noodles, so they let them take away the goods.

Then the leader gave the order and the bandits made way.

The team continued to move forward, but the bandits stood by the road and watched. Lao Zhou rushed over and stood by them to accompany him.

Suddenly, a bandit leader reached out to grab a carriage, picked up the weapon with the other hand, and broke the packaging on the carriage.

The goods leaked out.

The leader grabbed a handful of them and put them into his arms.

Lao Zhou rushed over and said with a smirk: "Hero, didn't we agree? Only take eight cars! You do this and it seems that it's not very consistent!"

The leader grinned and shouted, "Bad! You just want to tell me the rules?"

He reached out and slapped him directly on the face.

He was at the ninth level of Qi training, while Lao Zhou was only at the fifth level of Qi training. He was immediately beaten to fly out for two or three meters, hitting a tree on the side of the road, and falling to the ground.

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed and became slightly cold.

Lao Zhou got up, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

And the leader laughed loudly, and there was sarcasm in his laughter.

Not long after, the entire team was finished, and the bandits turned and left with eight trucks of goods.

The leader of the Foundation Establishment Stage who was standing on the tree and closing his eyes to rest at first opened his eyes and appeared in the bandits in an instant.

The bandits around him saluted one after another.

The leader nodded and led the team to the woods.

In the caravan, the clone Fang Cheng walked out of the carriage.

Lao Zhou's hair was a little messy, and a fiery red slap on his old and dark face was very obvious.

Seeing Fang Cheng come out, he hurried over and said with a smile: "Sir, are you doing anything?"

Fang Cheng looked at him, turned around and took out some medicinal materials from a truck loading medicinal materials behind him. He rushed his hands and threw them in directly.

Soon, the medicinal materials turned into medicinal liquid and fused together.

Fang Cheng threw away the residue, took a jade box and filled the medicine, and handed it to Lao Zhou and said, "Take it back and apply it on your face, and it will be better tomorrow."

Lao Zhou hurriedly said, "Thank you sir."

Fang Chengdao: "No need to thank you. Don't worry, he slapped you just now, and I will avenge you."

Lao Zhou hurriedly said, "Sir, no! There are fifteen foundation-building cultivators in the Black Crow Village, and their strength should not be underestimated. You must not take revenge just because I was humiliated!"
Chapter completed!