"You've sullied my territory, killing one of you will settle the score. If you don't leave now, I'll kill all of you together." Meng Qi raised his long sword with an air of arrogant pride.

  "Hmph, be careful..." Just as the bandit was about to make a scene, he saw his opponent's long sword swiftly and mercilessly stabbing towards him. He was immediately stabbed in the throat and fell to the ground with a thud.

  This is really too much!

  The bandits who were watching from a distance had this thought stuck in their minds.

  Meng Qi didn't say a word, swooshing several swords, as fast as lightning, and killed the other few horse bandits in the Qi storage period one by one.

  While speaking, a small cavalry team was annihilated.

  "Don't let them leave." Meng Qi put the Ice Throne Sword back into its scabbard and said coldly.

  "I'd like to kill them all." Gu Changqing said, looking at the corpses on the ground with a sense of justice, but in the ears of other bandits, it was nothing short of arrogance.

  The two returned to the tent, looking at each other in silence, with their personalities, being among bandits always made them feel out of place and very uncomfortable.

  "Bandits are inhumane, good riddance." Gu Changqing transmitted the sound into the secret passage, he thought Meng Qi this "monk" was self-reproaching for the sake of killing.

  Meng Qi forced a smile: "Let's talk about swordsmanship instead."

  Killing this guy is stress-free, just plundering merchant caravans and slaughtering innocent people has been seen many times, always feeling a bit helpless and depressed, no wonder some people say that even Buddha has fire.

  Gu Changqing didn't say much more and instead joined Meng Qi in discussing sword techniques.

  Just as the two were enthusiastically discussing and preparing to get up and practice, a rough voice came from outside the tent: "Two brothers, Zhong Ya Xi Bai sees."

  Zhū yá shē? Mèng qí hé gù cháng qīng duì shì yī yǎn, lüè gǎn jīng yà, tā shì zhè xiē mǎ fěi zhōng jiào wéi qiáng hàn de shǒu lǐng, jù shuō shì liù qiao de shí lì.

  Dazed for a moment, Meng Qi roughly guessed Zhong Ya's intentions. He must be here to win them over - people with strength who had not yet joined any gang were always welcome. No gang of horse bandits did not want to increase their own strength, as long as the leader could suppress the opponent.

  He and Gu Changqing walked out of the tent, looking at Zhong Ya with a hint of arrogance.

  Zhūng Yá shē liú zhe luò jiá hú zi, cháng páo shān shēn, shā kè dǎ bàn, kàn qǐ lái hěn shì pǔ tōng, shēn biān gēn zhe de nǚ zǐ róng mào suī yǒu fēng shā chuī dǎ de "hén jì", kě yě suàn shì bù cuò de shǎo fù, qián tū hòu qiāo, pō wèi yòu huò.

  "This is our Third Master, Sha Yue." Zhong Ya Xi briefly introduced, laughing generously, "Nowadays many people are too cruel, making one detest them. The two brothers just now killed well, if you didn't take action, I was also planning to teach them a lesson. Like us, we only seek wealth, not killing people, unless the other side is really too stubborn."

  After some small talk, Zhong Ya Shuai revealed his intention: "Both of you brothers have good martial skills and a good temperament, and are quite compatible with me. So I'd like to invite you to join us as the fourth and fifth masters, how about it?"

  He had previously clashed with others and lost many of his men, leaving only three of them, including himself, so he was eager to recruit more people.

  Moreover, this kind of unorthodox and impetuous new bandit is very rare and is a very important supplement!

  There are two types of growth paths for bandits. One is to start with low strength, carefully seeking survival, and after going through many battles, finally becoming a master. This type of person is indifferent to others' lives and has no shortage of desperate courage, but ultimately lacks sharpness, doing things steadily and being content with the status quo. The other is like Meng Qi and Gu Zhangqing's portrayal, yearning for the freedom and wealth of bandits, emerging from various tribes, not understanding rules or discipline, full of vigor and sharpness, having no fear of famous bandit leaders, daring to kill anyone, and able to accomplish great things if used well.

  Meng Qi, pretending to be a bandit of this kind, naturally replied at this time: "That depends on the skill in your hands, Zhong Da Zhangjia."

  If you are not capable, why should you be allowed to sit in a high position? The position of the head of the family can only be occupied by those with real ability!

  Meng Qi's implicit meaning, Zhong Ya heard very clearly, and it also conforms to his judgment of the young people in front of him. He smiled slightly: "Brother, let's cross swords and see."

  His expression was calm, but his heart was not slow at all. If he showed that he couldn't suppress the opponent, the opponent would absolutely kill him mercilessly and make a name for himself by receiving his team.

  Meng Qi drew out a long sword with his left hand, the semi-transparent blade flashing golden light in the sunset glow, emitting a chill that made Zhong Ya Zan exclaim: "Good!"

  A fine long sword, no wonder this young man has good martial arts skills, he must be an excellent talent from a Western region tribe, highly valued within the tribe, came to Hanhai to fight for "the world" and grab "wealth".

  Zhūng Yá Shè also drew out his own weapon, a curved knife accustomed to killing on horseback. The blade was dark red, as if it had beheaded tens of thousands of people, and the stench of blood made one's heart tremble.

  This is a sharp sword, and also a demonic sword, Meng Qi made a judgment in his heart.

  Then he ruthlessly thrust his long sword, directly stabbing Zhong Ya's brow, this was a sword technique derived from Luo Qing's Heart Obtained.

  Faithful fang's leftward movement evades, curved blade swings horizontally, attacking while defending.

  The two quickly became entangled, Zhong Ya's knife technique was strange and unpredictable, fully capturing the essence of the Western Regions curved knife, which was completely different from the Central Plains style. Moreover, his knife technique also had a fierce and cruel aura, actually every move was a strong attack, without any mercy, giving people a feeling of fighting on the battlefield, where life and death were at stake.

  Meng Qi's swordsmanship is even more unbearable than his knife skills. Although the Five Tigers' Broken Gate Knife Method and the Blood Knife Method belong to the Qi Accumulation Period, they only barely reached the level of opening up after Meng Qi had fully grasped and integrated the "Duan Qing Jing" transformation within himself. However, his swordsmanship didn't even reach the Qi Accumulation Period, and instead relied on basic sword skills that were honed through actual combat with others.

  Yan Luo Tie only has one move, which was initially mastered after repeated practice. "Dugu Jiu Jian" has been in hand for a short time and is still being studied, but it hasn't even entered the door yet. "Heng Qu Jian Fa", "Liang Yi Bo Lang Jian" and others have only been in hand for a few days, and they have only roughly flipped through and practiced once.

  Fortunately, Meng Qi had rich actual combat experience. The "Zhao Family Fast Sword" that sought speed and sharpness was simple in variation, allowing him to quickly master it and display the gains from his exchange with Luo Qing. Moreover, his own Blood Blade technique was also known for its strangeness, so he wouldn't be at a loss when facing Zhong Ya's Western curved sword.

  As a result, the two of them fought more and more fiercely, attacking each other in succession. The onlookers, Gong Sha Yue and Gu Zhang Qing, were so anxious that they clenched their fists in worry, fearing that their own people would not be able to withstand it.

  Gong Sha Yue was afraid that Lao Da would get hurt, triggering the ferocity of the young people on the opposite side. Gu Chang Qing, on the other hand, feared that Zhong Ya would be killed by Meng Qi, exposing Jin Zhong's weakness and leading to an attack by Ma Fei's gang, while Yuan Meng Zhi and others were not far away.

  In such a battle, Meng Qi's understanding of swordsmanship progressed rapidly. Gradually, he touched upon the subtlety of "Dugu Nine Swords". The long sword suddenly pointed to an inexplicable empty space.

  At that time, Zhong Ya's curved knife "self-inflicted" past, was pointed by a long sword, the knife momentum suddenly stagnated, and was instead suppressed by Meng Qi's quick sword.

  He took a deep breath, his knife technique changed, becoming fierce and ferocious, like a scorching wind on the desert.

  Meng Qi immediately felt strenuous and wanted to find the inspiration he had just now on "Dugu Nine Swords", but couldn't find it.

  After all, his foundation in swordsmanship was shallow and not to mention his comprehension ability. Just this point alone made him unqualified to quickly master the Du Gu Nine Swords. Therefore, he could only occasionally rely on flashes of insight, which would take time to make up for.

  Seeing that Zhong Ya's attack could not be stopped, Meng Qi let out a low shout: "Halt!"

  With a flash of movement, Meng Qi retreated several steps with an astonishing display of footwork, reversing his long sword and saying: "The great master's martial arts are too powerful, I admit defeat."

  Zhūyá chě hāhā dà xiào: "Xiǎo Mèng xiōngdì de zuǒshǒu jiàn guǒrán bù fán, yǔ yòushǒu jiàn jié rán bù tóng, wúlùn jiǎodù, fāngxiàng dōu ràng rén gǎnjué biè ào."

  It's no wonder that Meng Qi is a Han surname, as there were many indigenous Han tribes in the Western Regions.

  After saying a few sincere words of praise, he said: "Little Meng brother, from now on I'll call you Fourth Master?"

  Meng Qi's face was expressionless as he said, "This brother Gu is much older than me, I'll just call him Fifth Uncle."

  Meng Qi nodded in agreement and smiled even more brightly: "What do you think, little brother Gu?"

  "Xiao Meng has no opinion, I have no opinion either." Gu Changqing said succinctly.

  Zhong Ya Xie Wan drew his sword and put it back in its scabbard, stroking his palm and laughing: "Today we have two brothers joining us, this is indeed the blessing of the Golden Arhat. Please go to the tent with the other brothers to drink and eat meat."

  Meng Qi's heart moved slightly, his faith seemed to be inclined towards the Golden Temple sect.

  In the Western Regions, Buddhist beliefs are different from those in Central Plains, and were divided between Jingang Temple and Huanxi Temple.

  In the distance, Meng Qi and others were taken away by Zhong Ya Chou La. The other horse bandits who arrived a few steps late were instantly filled with regret. Being a horse bandit also depends on having good people! It takes people to kill enemies and rob money, it takes people to help the boss block knives!

  Entering the tent, Zhong Ya shouted loudly: "Everyone, come and meet the new master of the house. This is the fourth master, this is the fifth master."

  More than a dozen bandits made a racket and shouted in disorder, after which Zhong Ya pointed at a middle-aged man with a dry yellow complexion and said: "This is Second Master Wu Yong."

  An ordinary name, an ordinary appearance, except for the standard Chinese features, Wu Yong seems to have no special place.

  A whole roasted sheep was brought out, along with a large vat of wine. Meng Qi only ate the meat and did not drink any wine.

  "Little Meng brothers, why don't you drink?" Zhong Ya said with a smile.

  "After drinking wine, one's hands become unsteady. When the hands are unsteady, swordsmanship becomes slow. When swordsmanship is slow, you can't kill people."

  "Good! No wonder Brother Meng is so skilled with a sword at such a young age!" Zhong Ya exclaimed, clapping his hands in praise.

  Meng Qi pursed his lips, I'm afraid of getting drunk and losing my wig...

  After a while, Zhong Ya sighed: "What a pity! Originally there were many brothers, and it was lively. Now only we are left, and it's hard to avoid feeling somewhat desolate."

  "Who did it?" Meng Qi asked fearlessly, maintaining his image.

  Chu Ya shook his head and said: "A few days ago, we were attacked by the Sunset Sea King's Hong Ma cavalry. Alas, it was all because I wasn't careful enough."

  "Where is Wang Hong, the great master? I'm going to kill him!" Meng Qi suddenly stood up, very much in character.

  Zhong Ya waved his hand: "I appreciate Brother Xiao Meng's kindness, but there's no need to rush. Wang Hong's strength is similar to mine, and he has seven or eight top-notch men under him. Let's wait until we catch the little bald donkey who issued the evil knife pursuit order and get Lord Ye Luo's promise before slowly taking revenge on him. It seems that I'll likely meet Wang Hong again in Fish Sea, as he's also waiting for an opportunity."

  "Hmm." Meng Qi had an air of "don't bother me, I'll go kill him myself" and cursed under his breath, "Damn little bald donkey, hiding so deeply!"

  Zhongya Chuan drank a mouthful of wine with satisfaction and changed the subject.

  For the next two days, Gu Changqing kept asking Meng Qi when he would take action, but Meng Qi just said to wait a little longer, waiting for an opportunity.

  At this moment, "Fish Sea" appeared before his eyes.