Chapter 77: Holding a Spear, Leading a Dog, Executing Demons

"Whoa, this is the place, right?"

Xu Zishuai pulled the horse rope, looked left and right, the horse under his crotch was panting, and even the horse he was leading was exhausted.

They had one person and two horses, rushed all night, and finally arrived near the destination.

"I'll go down and find it."

The winter in the south is not cold, and there are many broad-leaved big trees in the dense forest, and the sunlight is mottled.

Seeing the dense forest, Xiang Zhangsong was about to dismount, but was stopped by Xu Zishuai.

"No, I'll go. You go to the nearby village to see if there is a carriage, hire a few, and leave the rest to me."

"Also good."

Xiang Zhangsong turned the horse's head and went to find the township according to the map marking.

The Fourth Cao Shixiong is dissolute in his daily life, but he is reliable when doing serious things. His talent is even ahead of several senior and junior brothers. Dealing with a few bandits is easy.

Xu Zishuai tied the horse to a tree on the side and entered the forest alone.

The mountain forest terrain is complex, even if the martial arts master's eyes and ears are strong, he searched for a full hour.

A two-meter-high mountain stronghold stood in the forest. Xu Zishuai didn't act rashly. He restrained his breath, sneaked in and shook a circle.

The bandits were all oily, full of tattoos on their arms, not people who had suffered oppression, but all rascals gathered together, gathering in the mountains.

He also saw several disheveled women locked in a room, the youngest only ten years old, chained by their necks, with broken bowls full of black oil in front of them, and the smell was strong.

No wonder the government named them to want their heads.

Xu Zishuai confirmed the bounty notice was correct and returned to the front of the sect gate. He stood still before a tree as thick as a human leg, his long sword flashed at his waist, and before the movement could even be seen, the entire large tree slowly collapsed.

The dead branches collided and broke, making a huge sound. The bandits were shocked and walked out of the room one after another, climbing the big gate to find out.

A big

The giant whistling sound startled the birds and beasts in the forest.

Dust and smoke rose everywhere.

The mountain bandits fell to the ground, their trousers soaked in yellow liquid, so terrified they were completely speechless.

"Wasting two dog lives, what a pity."

Xu Zishuai brushed the dust off his hands and walked slowly into the mountain stronghold. He looked at the buck-toothed bandit who had fallen to the side, snapped off a tree branch, and lightly tapped the bandit's cheek.

"Hey, where is your boss?"

The buck-toothed bandit's mind went blank with terror, and he subconsciously pointed at the pulp of flesh under the wooden door.

"Oh, dead? What a bother." Xu Zishuai scratched his cheek, leaped onto the remaining section of the wooden frame, took out a rope, and shouted, "Everyone, don't be afraid. Listen to me: I've come here to do only three things. First, catch people; second, catch people; and third, catch people, damn it! Behave yourselves, come up one by one, and stick your necks into this."

In the corner shadows, a bald bandit's fingers twitched. Seeing that no one seemed to notice him, he moved his legs slightly, retreated bit by bit, and after backing away four or five meters, he stood up and fled!

*Swoosh. *

The bald bandit lowered his head; a blood-stained branch was stuck straight into the ground. He reached out and touched it; he didn't know when, but a thumb-sized blood hole had opened in his chest.

*Thump. *

The bandit knelt on the ground, blood slowly spilling out from beneath him.

"Eh, I told you to be obedient, why didn't you listen? Quick, come up and stick your necks in!"

By the time Xiang Zhangsong returned with the caravan, the twenty-plus bandits were tied to the trees one by one like dogs.

"There are a few women left in the stronghold; help resolve that."

"I'll go take a look."

Taking a few trembling drivers to the stronghold, the main gate was a mess, with pulp of flesh still pressed under the heavy wooden door and blood flowing everywhere. Xiang Zhangsong was unfazed by this.

Cao Shixiong Xu was an orphan.

It's just that he was luckier than Junior Brother Liang, and also unluckier.

He once had adoptive parents who took him in, but later, when mountain bandits passed through the village, they were all killed just to protect the hen that could lay eggs.

Cao Shixiong Xu hated the mountain bandits to the core.

Within a hundred miles of Pingyang Town, there wasn't a single bandit stronghold left.

Night.

Today's special training finally ended, and Liang Qu was so tired he wanted to collapse on the martial arts field.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of the Dragon Fubo Spear placed under his bed, and his spirit became excited.

After absorbing the medicinal bath and finishing the stake training, Liang Qu, having recovered his Qi and blood, took out the long spear. He admired it to himself for a while, then shouldered the long spear and began practicing in the courtyard.

Moonlight shone on his body, his bare chest rising and falling with his breathing.

He used all his strength, his muscles tensing up like a crouching leopard.

With Qi and blood circulating, his muscular arms powerfully pressed and lifted the great spear, every line extremely fluid.

Just looking at his physique, he could completely rival the top-tier swimmers of his previous life.

Sometimes, standing in front of the bronze mirror in his room, Liang Qu couldn't believe that the perfect lines in the mirror belonged to him.

In over three months, his height had surged; from a small kid who couldn't even get enough to eat and was barely 1.6 meters tall, he had shot up to 1.75 meters, and the momentum was fierce.

Before crafting the Dragon Fubo, Cao Shixiong Lu Gang had measured his bones once more to determine the length of the long spear.

The final conclusion was that, following the current trend, Liang Qu's height would settle between five feet six and five feet eight, meaning over 1.85 meters!

Perfect.

Liang Qu took a deep breath, indulging in the release of his strength under the moonlight.

The black-gold spear radiance became increasingly sharp, like fragments reflecting the stars.

After a fist strikes a hard object, imperceptible cracks appear, and the body begins to repair itself. As the number of repairs increases, bone density strengthens, and the fist force unleashed will be even harder!

The Spirit Weapon is the same; every collision and swing makes it adjust itself to better fit the weapon master's needs and combat habits.

A Spirit Weapon can no longer be called a weapon; it is a living creature!

As long as it doesn't encounter destructive damage, a Spirit Weapon can recover!

"Hoo, hoo, hoo."

The nearly hundred-jin heavy great spear swept through the bushes like a hurricane passing through, rolling up layer upon layer of fallen leaves.

After practicing for a quarter of an hour, Liang Qu's muscles were sore and swollen, so he had to stop. He wiped the spear body once, rinsed the sweat off his body with cold water, and fell into a deep sleep.

The third day, special training continued.

Only today was just a half-day of special training; in the afternoon, Hu Qi let Liang Qu adjust his state and take a nap.

According to the departure time of Xu Zishuai and the other, they should be back around this evening.

At that time, the four senior and junior brothers would go up the mountain together to Fahua Temple to see what exactly was going on with that Mountain Ghost.

In the evening, Hu Qi finished class early, put on his arm guards, shouldered a dark red great bow that was at least 1.5 meters long, and slung a quiver at his waist.

Lu Gang also came to the martial arts hall, his attire still ordinary, and he was leading a very large hound, pitch-black all over and exceptionally spirited.

"A Mountain-Seeking Dog, Master's treasure. It's very sensitive to the aura of spirit monsters. If blood sacrifice is ineffective, we'll let it have a try," Lu Gang explained.

Dressed in his robes and shouldering his long spear, Liang Qu was lost in thought.

Everything prepared, he and his two senior brothers arrived at the fork in the road at the foot of Fahua Temple.

Around dark, the sound of wheels rolling over the yellow mud road approached from afar.