“Are you the leader?”
The Woman in Green looked at Yi Feng and said in a deep voice, “As I just said, I only need to take your carriage to Nansha. Although I am a cultivator who is seriously injured, I can also ensure your safety throughout the journey!”
“Uh, cultivator, won't it cause trouble?” Yi Feng stroked his nose and frowned.
Hearing this, the Woman in Green was silent for a moment.
After a while, she looked up and said, “To be honest with you, it is indeed possible to bring trouble, but the possibility is negligible and equivalent to nothing, because I have killed them all already, unless they send reinforcements over again!”
“Hmm!”
Yi Feng nodded. The woman's candor made him trust her a little more.
“Okay, I'll take you for a ride, but since this is risky, there should be some kind of reward, right?” Yi Feng said with a smile.
“What do you want?”
The Woman in Green said.
“Uh, five hundred, no, one thousand gold coins!” Yi Feng said, holding out his hand.
The woman passed a gold ticket worth one thousand gold coins to Yi Feng without a word from her storage ring.
“This is a gold ticket for one thousand gold coins. You can exchange it for gold coins at any money shop.” The Woman in Green said.
“Too hasty!”
This woman was so generous that she didn't even bargain. Yi Feng greatly regretted that he should have asked for more.
“Okay, get on the carriage!”
After putting away the gold ticket, Yi Feng beckoned with his hand. But before she got on the carriage, he reminded, “By the way, apart from me and Pork Rong at the front who is quite strong, the others are all old men with weak arms and legs. You said there would be no trouble, don't pit us!”
“Don't worry!”
The Woman in Green said coldly, “Even if there is trouble, I won't get you involved.”
“You, make room for the lady.”
Yi Feng kicked Ao Qing and said.
The dog glanced at the Woman in Green, then moved to the corner.
“This...”
However, the Woman in Green looked at Ao Qing in confusion. She always felt that Ao Qing was very similar to the Heaven Swallowing Demon Wolf, but the latter did not have the slightest aura of the demon wolf.
The dog gave her a blank look.
On his way out, he didn't dare to ignore his master's reminder to keep a low profile at all times.
So he restrained all his aura, and there was also a slight change in his appearance.
Therefore, even if a Warrior Saint was in front of him now, he might not be able to recognize that he was the Heaven Swallowing Demon Wolf. This smelly girl could see through him, there must be ghosts!
"Are you okay with your injury?"
Yi Feng frowned at the wound on the Woman in Green's shoulder. That knife had cut down to the bone. How painful it must have been!
"I'm fine, don't worry about me!" The Woman in Green waved her hand.
"Why don't I take a look at it for you?" Yi Feng said softly, "I'm quite skilled in medicine and may be able to help you."
Hearing this, Uncle Wang, who was also sitting in the carriage, looked at Yi Feng respectfully.
The gentleman is very kind.
Even in the face of such ignorant juniors, he always treats them with compassion.
It must be several generations of blessings accumulated by the lady's ancestors to make the gentleman help her.
"You?"
The Woman in Green glanced at Yi Feng and shook her head, "This is not an ordinary injury. I appreciate your kindness, but it's not something ordinary people like you can resolve."
"Oh, okay."
Yi Feng stroked his nose to resolve the awkwardness.
But Uncle Wang looked at the woman as if she was an idiot. How stupid she must be to reject the gentleman!
The fortune accumulated by her ancestors for generations was severed by her own hands. I wonder if she would regret hanging herself when she realized the might of the gentleman.
But never mind.
Since the gentleman said nothing about it, he certainly wouldn't say much more. He was just a frog at the bottom of a well, always unaware of the vastness of the heaven!
"Keep going. I will handle any trouble myself when the critical moment comes," the Woman in Green simply bandaged her wounds and instructed before closing her eyes again to heal her injuries.
The convoy moved slowly forward.
After a day, they were already far from Pingjiang City.
The Immortal River Continent was vastly larger than Earth of the previous life. Apart from some cities and human settlements, most of the other places were undeveloped territories, with deserted wilderness and few people around.
"Zheng!"
At this moment, the sound of unsheathing blades suddenly came from outside.
"What's going on?"
Yi Feng lifted the curtain to take a look, and found that they were surrounded by a group of vicious-looking people.
"Mountain bandits?"
Yi Feng's face changed instantly.
"This is my road, this is the road I opened. If you want to take this road, leave your toll!"
The man leading them was over eight feet tall, with a full head of messy hair, waving a huge saber and shouting, "Kuang Gang the Great of Qingfeng Stockade is here. People in the carriage, get down now!"
"Get down!"
As the leader Kuang Gang shouted, the other bandits also shouted in unison, revealing their imposing manner.
Unexpectedly, these mountain bandits were quite powerful. The leader Kuang Gang had reached the ninth stage of Warrior, only one step away from becoming a Warrior Sage.
"Miss, miss, mountain bandits are here."
Seeing this, Yi Feng hurriedly called out to the Woman in Green behind.
"I'm at a critical juncture of my healing, hold on for a moment and I'll handle it myself in a minute." The Woman in Green said solemnly, then closed her eyes again after finishing speaking.
Yi Feng wanted to say something more, but seeing the cold sweat on her forehead and the icy air emanating from the wound, he knew she must be at some critical point, so he let it go.
It seemed that he would have to resolve this himself.
With that, he got off the carriage.
"Sir, what should we do?"
Pork Rong, Wu Yonghong and others looked at Yi Feng.
"Some of them are cultivators already. We ordinary people definitely can't beat them. Let's resolve this with money!"
Yi Feng gritted his teeth and took out a hundred gold coins from his spatial ring with a pained expression on his face. He put them in a bag and walked towards Kuang Gang and the others.
"Hey hey, gentlemen, here are a hundred gold coins for the toll!"
Yi Feng held out the bag of money.
"Oh?"
"Quite sensible!"
Kuang Gang took the money bag and weighed it in his hand, but then sneered, "I think the ring on your hand looks good too, why not give it to me as well!"
Yi Feng's face changed, and he quickly took a step back, forcing out a laugh, "Let's forget about that!"
"Then you can all go die together!"
Kuang Gang sneered, waved his hand, and twenty to thirty bandits rushed towards Yi Feng and the others.
"Damn!"
Yi Feng swore angrily. These bandits were without ethics as expected. Whether they gave money or not, it seemed they would not let them go.
While retreating, he shouted to everyone, "Hold on, hold on for a minute, and she will take action then."
As he spoke, Yi Feng also took out a sword. He had just hacked down one man when seven or eight huge sabers slashed at him.
"Damn!"
Yi Feng ran while fighting. Although he had practiced quite a lot of martial arts, when really fighting these bloodthirsty bandits, he was still a coward!
In a big panic.
Meanwhile, Pork Rong and the others also dismounted and began fighting with the bandits.
"Hey!"
"Ha!"
A few people waved their palms expressionlessly, looking quite skillful, and even fought back against the warriors. But the calmness on their faces betrayed them.
A few bandits who rushed to the carriage were also tangled up with Uncle Wang. Looking at the old Uncle Wang who seemed unable to even walk with his cane, yet was calm and composed as he dodged them effortlessly.
"As ordinary people, aren't we being too calm facing the bandits?"
While pretending to scuffle with a bandit, Pork Rong shouted at Uncle Wang and the others.
"Yes, the gentleman is experiencing an ordinary person's life, and we must always cooperate with the gentleman and maintain the proper attitude!" Uncle Wang nodded in agreement and said, "Look at how the gentleman reacted, that's how an ordinary person should be when encountering bandits!"
"Then what about us?"
Wu Yonghong asked.
But as soon as he asked, he saw Uncle Wang slump down on the ground with a thud, trembling and wailing at the bandits, "You...cough cough...save me, save me, don't come over, don't come over..."

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