The time of a stick of incense passed, and Feng Fan collected the five-hundred-year-old purple grass completely. Taking out a clean cloth from his bosom, Feng Fan carefully wrapped the strange grass. After discerning the direction, Feng Fan slowly walked out of the mountain.

Gradually, Feng Fan came to the spacious mountain road, looked at the surrounding scenery, and thought that this time the collection of medicinal herbs was quite fruitful, Feng Fan's heart was extremely comfortable. The five-hundred-year-old purple grass collected this time is worth at least hundreds of taels of gold, even if someone in the market offers this price, as long as the person who holds this herb is not mentally ill, he will not sell it easily.

Suddenly, Feng Fan frowned, because his divine sense had sensed that he was surrounded by six people. It turned out that he was only thinking about the value of the purple grass just now, and he didn't pay attention to the surrounding situation, and at this time, he felt that there were six people lurking dozens of feet away from the front and back. It seems that there are no special circumstances, and these six people should all be bandits. After all, these people are often haunted in the depths of Longshan, and Feng Fan has long heard of it.

Stopped, Feng Fan waited quietly. After a while, the figures of six people appeared around Feng Fan. I saw that the six people were all dressed in black, holding swords and axes in their hands. He wore a black ribbon around his waist, all masked, and a black scarf wrapped around his head.

"Boy, leave the silver taels and herbs on your body, and Uncle Ben will consider giving you a whole corpse. A loud voice came from the mouth of the burly black-clothed bandit opposite Feng Fan, and the sound shook the surrounding leaves.

"If you have the ability to take it, be less wordy!" Thinking of the person in the rivers and lakes who injured the person in the rivers and lakes and the tiger he had just killed the day before, the trace of fear that appeared in Feng Fan's heart dissipated without a trace.

"Boy, you're looking for death. The bandit who spoke before rushed towards Feng Fan, and the moment he approached Feng Fan, the thief raised the snowy plate axe in his hand and chopped towards Feng Fan.

Feng Fan greeted the sickle in his hand, and the thief's eyes were full of sarcasm, but what he didn't notice was that a layer of pale cyan gas suddenly gushed out of the sickle.

With a "bang", the bandit quickly took two steps back, feeling the numb entire right arm, and his eyes were full of horror. Looking at the scythe again, there was not the slightest damage. I didn't expect a worn-out scythe to be so powerful, was that handle really wooden, or had I met a master today! The thought popped into the minds of all the bandits. The bandit who was shaken back roared angrily, his body rushed forward, and the plate axe in his hand slashed towards Feng Fan again.

In Feng Fan's eyes, this bandit's movements were so slow, and his pace was so clumsy, he really didn't know how these people relied on this skill to run rampant here.

Under the rapid turn of his mind, Feng Fan's body suddenly moved. In the eyes of that bandit, Feng Fan's body was like an arrow off the string, and it disappeared in an instant.

With a "boom", the long plate axe slashed on the mountain road, swinging bursts of sand and stones. And Feng Fan, who almost teleported behind his body, waved the scythe in his hand, although this posture was extremely ugly, but it attracted several frightened shouts: "Boss, be careful......"

With a "whoosh", the thief's neck was cut open with a scythe like tofu, and his head flew out, and the thief's face still had an expression of disbelief before he died.

"Brothers, kill this kid. Seeing that his boss was cut off by Feng Fan's head with a sickle, the remaining five thieves not only failed to take warning, but also lost their minds at the same time, and rushed towards Feng Fan like five madmen after one of the thieves screamed wildly.

Feng Fan, who saw the bloody scene in front of him, couldn't help but be stunned, and was awakened by that wild cry after being stunned for a moment. Seeing five thieves with bloodshot eyes and flashing killing intent rushing towards him, Feng Fan's body retreated sharply, instantly widening the distance between him and the five people.

"Boy, don't run, give back my boss's life!" one of the bandits at the front of the charge brandished a machete and roared hoarsely. Thinking of some rumors, Feng Fan knew that these people were harming people here all year round.

Looking at the ten hideous eyes, Feng Fan's heart swelled with anger, it seems that this matter is difficult to end well, even if he escapes, these people may inquire about where they live. At that time, I don't care, but the second uncle is afraid that he will be in danger. Since these people are so fierce, today they have no choice but to eliminate the harm for the people and kill them all.

Thinking of this, Feng Fan stopped. The body changed from backward to forward, and the scythe in his hand swung out, drawing an ugly arc in the air, and the head of the knife hit the machete of the bandit in front of him. The bandit felt that his right hand was extremely sore, and the machete in his hand flew out uncontrollably.

Feng Fan's right foot then kicked out, and with a "bang", after being attacked by the body that condensed the true essence of the cultivator, the bandit shot backwards like an arrow off the string, and finally crashed into a big tree. The bandit didn't let out any screams, and died in an instant. The cause of his death was that the meridians around his body were shattered by the true yuan emitted by Feng Fan's right foot, after all, Feng Fan used all his strength with this kick.

Seeing this scene, the remaining four bandits seemed to wake up a little, and their bodies stopped abruptly. Although his eyes were still full of resentment when he looked at Feng Fan, there was a hint of fear.

Feng Fan picked up the machete on the ground and muttered in his heart: "This bandit's knife is too light, this weapon can also be used for robbery!" If other bandits heard this, they would definitely faint in anger. The machete on the ground weighed dozens of catties, and Feng Fan became a cultivator because he had cultivated the peerless cultivation technique, and the weapons used by ordinary people were not worth mentioning at all in his hands, so he felt this way.

The four thieves slowly gathered together and looked at Feng Fan with wariness. Seeing that Feng Fan picked up the big knife and glanced over to this side, the four of them suddenly felt that their bodies were enveloped by a strange force, and it seemed that their thoughts had become unsmooth, and their bodies seemed to be a little out of their control.

"The wind is tight,!" muttered one of the thieves, and the four fled.

Since he killed people and was worried that these remnants would retaliate in the future, Feng Fan would definitely not let these people go. The body shot out, Feng Fan waved the machete in his hand, and the thief at the back was split in half.

The blade of the knife in Feng Fan's hand flipped and slashed through the air, and the head of another bandit located on the side was cut off. After Feng Fan's body rushed forward for a few breaths, he finally caught up with the third bandit.

The scythe in Feng Fan's right hand slashed, and the thief screamed miserably, and his body was cut in two. The last bandit jumped into the woods, and Feng Fan let go of his senses and firmly locked onto the bandits in the woods a few feet away.

The fleeing bandit suddenly felt a cold wind blow behind him, and before he could figure out what was happening, he saw a machete penetrate his body, and the tip of the knife appeared in front of his chest.

The bandit screamed, sped a few steps forward, fell to the ground, convulsed a dozen times, and finally died of exhaustion.