Fang Cheng stood still and waited until the caravan walked away before leaving. The broad-winged crane was very smart and flew along the direction of the caravan's distant direction. Fang Cheng turned around and followed the bandits.

The bandits headed towards the mountains, with a completely different direction from the caravan. Walking in the mountains and forests, laughing constantly, as if they had seen how rich rewards they would receive after they took these goods back!

Suddenly, a huge shadow enveloped them, and everyone's expression changed and they all looked up to watch.

The huge figure of the wide-winged crane made them look horrified.

Small monsters may not be powerful, but large monsters must be very strong.

To be honest, the cultivation level of the broad-wing crane is lower than that of the first level of Qi training, but when it comes to fighting, the fifth level and sixth level of Qi training are no match for it.

Bandits who have been living in the mountains and forests all year round understand this truth very well. Only when they see this huge body shape can they panic.

The leading monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage was calmer. He looked up and saw a trace of greed flashing in his eyes. He shouted: "Don't panic, these are the broad-winged cranes that are tamed by the family. They are timid and afraid of things and dare not attack us on their own initiative."

After saying that, he suddenly slapped the storage bag, took out a shield spiritual weapon from it, stepped on the shield with his feet, and soared into the air.

The method used in the foundation-building stage is to fly the harness.

In the sky, Fang Cheng's face was cold.

The wide-wing crane is of great value. Fang Cai's caravan can only buy the next half of it once and get one back and forth.

These bandits only charge 20% of the profits at a time, and they need to rob them ten times before they can be replaced with a wide-winged crane.

Fang Cheng didn't believe it and they were not moved.

In order to better fish, Fang Cheng deliberately lets the broad-winged crane fly low to facilitate the attack of the foundation-building leaders.

And things were as expected. The greedy bandit was moved when they saw the Kuanyi crane and successfully took the bait!

Flying into the air, the foundation-building leader could not help but sneer.

"This is the garbage raised by which big family? He dares to ride a wide-winged crane to my Qingnv Mountain at a young age?"

The foundation-building life is 500 years old, and the cost is only 16 or 17 years old. Because of the extension of lifespan, the face looks more immature and naturally looks very young.

This leader is just a mistake that ordinary people make.

Fang Cheng stepped on and asked the broad-winged crane to stop and said, "What are you stopping me?"

Controlling the muscles of the face can control expressions, and controlling the muscles of the voice can control tone.

Fang Cheng's words are a little tough on the surface, but in fact they are a little weak, revealing a sense of being strong on the outside but being hard on the inside.

The leader grinned, opened his five fingers, and his true energy turned into a black ghost claw. It expanded more than ten times in an instant, and he grabbed it directly.

Fang Cheng smiled.

A little sword light appeared and instantly struck the bandit leader's neck.

Snap instantly!

The shield spirit weapon lost its spiritual light and fell down instantly, and the body of the foundation-building leader also fell to the ground.

Fang Cheng lowered his head and looked down at the many bandits below, with a cold look.

Below, the bandits widened their eyes and their faces were filled with incredible expressions.

A foundation-building leader died like this.

Death is so easy and so simple!

Suddenly, a small leader plopped down to the ground and kowtowed, "Sir, please spare me!"

Someone took the lead, and others reacted one after another and immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

Big people have the wisdom of big people, and small people have the intelligence of small people. These people know very well that Fang Cheng is in the air and has mounts. They are in the forest, and the road is dangerous and it is impossible to escape. If they kneel down and beg for mercy, they may have some vitality.

Fang Cheng waved his hand and a little firelight shot out, and in an instant, it expanded into a huge fireball more than three meters in size, heading towards the bandits.

Everyone felt the hot temperature and looked up!

The dazzling fire became the last brilliance in their lives!

The fireball hit everyone almost in a flash, and exploded at that moment, and the scorching flames swept across the world with the power of the explosion.

Although there were many bandits, the flames enveloped them all, and all the goods and the trees, flowers and plants around them were lit and burned.

In the fire, there were wailing pieces, but not long after, there was no rest.

The wide-winged crane slapped its wings and gradually flew away, leaving only a firelight below.

This fireball seemed to be fired by Fang Cheng, but in fact he did it with all his strength.

After all, the strength of the bandits below is not low.

What's more, when they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, they were preparing to escape, and their bodies were filled with true energy.

The strong fluctuations of true energy allow Fang Cheng, who is in the sky, to see clearly.

Therefore, we will do our best.

However, Fang Cheng estimated that among so many people below, there should be some survivors.

"But this is better. Only with the existence of survivors can the Fang family caravan be completely removed..."

Although he was doing his best, the further away from the center of the explosion, the lower the power of the attack. Ninety-nine percent of the bandits in the center of the explosion were dead, but the edges were not necessarily.

As he expected, two bandits were lucky enough to survive on the verge of explosion.

But even so, my body was missing.

After looking at the huge fire formed by the goods and trees in front of them, the two of them had no intention of going in to save people, and they dragged their injured body and ran away.

Fang’s caravan.

Lao Zhou suddenly spoke and ordered: "Stop! Stop and take a break!"

Fang Cheng sat in the carriage. Hearing this, he reached out and opened the curtains of the carriage and looked at the sky.

It's bright and it's still far from night.

"Lao Zhou, why are you going to let them rest now?"

Lao Zhou ran over and said, "Sir, you don't know anything. The road I just walked was under the jurisdiction of the Poison Ghost Village. In the past, when they passed here, they would send people to block the road and rob us on this road. Now this road is almost over, and they have not come yet. Do we need to wait for them here?"

Fang Cheng was stunned and asked, "If the bandits don't come, we have to wait for them to come and hand over the goods to them? Are they bandits? Or are they a business that cooperates with us? If they don't come by themselves, just leave directly?"

Lao Zhou smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, why don't you think this way? However, we often walk this road, and we are famous for us! If we leave, we will anger them. When we come next time, we will not have to do business in this caravan!"

Fang Cheng was frustrated for a moment and wanted to break into the poisonous ghost village and kill all the bandits.
Chapter completed!