Chapter 24 (1/2)

Chen ang rode his horse down the path to the West. After half a minute, he came under an ancient wood beside the road. The dew in the morning is heavy, and the moss under the ancient wood has a little shallow wet mark, which is very insignificant.

When Chen ang saw this indentation, he suddenly laughed.

”Friends of Songshan sect over there, please don't hide! Ding Mian, Songshan is a famous and decent sect after all. At least it hasn't done anything to disappoint Chen. If you don't come out, don't blame Chen for darting!”

Chen Ang's eyes turned to the forest in the north. He had some fun in his eyes. A little silver light jumped on his hand, and a flying swallow dart shuttled flexibly between him. It seemed that he could get rid of it at any time.

There was only the flickering sound of branches blown by the wind, which was very pleasant. Where Chen ang looked, it was calm, and even the sound of birds singing in the treetops did not change.

”Ding Mian, you can't help but disappoint me! You know I can't cheat you, but you dare not enter or retreat. What do you want?” Chen ang shouted loudly in the woods, and the swallow dart disappeared in his hand.

A little silver light flew over the treetops and disappeared without a trace.

For a long time, a song mountain disciple fell from the top of the tree and collapsed on the ground. In the middle of his hat, a silver dart glittered and nailed it to the surrounding branches. It was only half an inch away from his head.

A big hand appeared in the air and caught the silver dart on his hat.

A short, fat, yellow faced old man twisted the silver dart and disdained to say, ”it's made of fine steel and made by a craftsman. This silver dart has strange material and good workmanship. I'm afraid its value is more expensive than the gold dart made of hundreds of gold!”

”Even if you have hundreds of millions of wealth, how many silver darts can you take with you?”

The Song Mountain disciples who gathered around him suddenly looked better after hearing his words. Ding Mian and Lu Bai stood side by side behind him. In addition, Jiuqu Jianzhong town took two other Taibao around Chen Ang's back road.

Chen ang roughly counted that there were at least five or six people with similar martial arts as Fei bin. There were three people with better martial arts than him. They were obviously the older generation of Songshan sect. At this glance, Chen ang saw the backbone of Mount Song, such as the white headed fairy Bu Shen, the bald eagle Sha Tianjiang, the brocade lion Gao Kexin and so on.

If these people die here, I'm afraid Songshan will never recover.

Chen ang raised his eyes and smiled. He didn't refute Le Hou's words, but the long sword in his hand was deeply inserted into the ground. As soon as the scabbard was picked, a marble stone fell into the air.

With a wave of the long sword, the scabbard struck directly on the stone.

”Deng!” sounded softly, and the stone shot out. Only a sad wind could be heard. Le Hou saw a shadow straight at his face door, and hurriedly shook the iron hand guard on his hand to protect his face.

”When!” made a loud noise, Le Hou's hands were numb, his wrists hit his face heavily, and the whole person stepped back three or four steps and stood on the tree behind him.

His face was blue and purple, and his hands trembled. The iron hand guard on his hand was inlaid with a marble sized stone, which looked natural. Le Hou's face changed dramatically. He couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out two big white front teeth.

”My darts are precious, but the stones on the ground can be picked up by bending over. If you think there are no more stones on the ground than you, just come up!” Chen Ang's mouth showed a trace of sunshine.

All the Songshan disciples present turned pale and nervously held a long sword in front of their chest.

”Ha ha! The miracle doctor is laughing!” a thick voice said in a loud voice. When the Song Mountain disciples heard the voice, they seemed to have a backbone and their eyes were sharp. Just listening to the sound of a large group of people walking behind, Chen ang looked at dozens of Song Mountain disciples, each holding a big shield with both hands.

They carefully protected all the Song Mountain disciples. Such a cowhide wooden shield can't penetrate even the strong bow of two stones. He took out a handful of exquisite crossbows and arrows from behind and pointed at Chen Ang's vital points.

Chen ang didn't even look at them. He just stared at an old man who came out of the forest.

Zuo lengchan came out with a negative hand, stood in front of Le Hou and said, ”don't get me wrong. Zuo didn't mean any harm here. He just wanted to ask, who ordered you to interfere in the family affairs of our Wuyue sword sect?”

Chen ang smiled, but did not answer, but smiled, ”I heard that before the left leader, Songshan sect was just a middle-class sect of Wuyue sword sect. It was the left leader's dream

, I worked hard to make the Song Mountain sect brilliant. Although I first entered the Jianghu, I also heard the great name of the Song Mountain sword sect. ”