I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

At this time, the sun was blazing, Qin Ming stretched out his hand to block the sunlight, and ran forward like a horse.

As soon as he reached the front of the forest, Qin Ming heard a whoosh, and countless steel needles shot out from the forest like a rain of stars, piercing his vital parts.

"???"

Qin Ming was shocked, and hurriedly lay back, rolled over, and avoided the rain of needles.

There were clanging sounds again, and several sleeve arrows shot out and shot at Qin Ming's throat.

"Is it over yet?"

Qin Ming roared loudly, swung his mace, and knocked down the sleeve arrows with a crackling sound.

"I'm guarding here, if you want to force your way in, can you blame me?"

On the treetop, Huang Rong poked her head out, shaking her calves while raising the steel needles in her hand: "If you're not afraid, let's go into the forest and fight."

"...Fight your mother!"

Qin Ming was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and ran eastward.

He is a skilled martial artist, so he is not afraid of hidden weapons.

He is not afraid of Huang Rong when fighting on horseback, and he is confident to fight on the ground.

But in this bird forest, there are trees on all sides, and he can't even swing the mace...

He is simply a large live target.

What's the point of fighting!

"I still need to practice long weapons in the future."

Seeing Qin Ming leave, Huang Rong did not chase him, and leisurely took out a piece of peach cake from her arms.

While chewing the peach cake, she slid down from the tree.

Seeing the long-handled mace in Qin Ming's hand, Huang Rong had no desire to fight.

After all, her weapon is the Emei thorn.

If these two weapons fight on the ground, she will suffer too much.

However, if they fight in the forest...

She will have too much advantage.

It's meaningless.

***

"Hey, man, I see that you are an extraordinary martial artist, and I know your name."

Qin Ming took a lot of effort to go around a big circle and finally ran to the mountain trail.

Just happened to meet Wu Song who had just finished fighting in the fish pond and was carrying a club up the mountain.

Qin Ming's heart trembled, subconsciously stopped, and shouted.

"Don't run away with the club, come and eat your grandpa's club!"

Wu Song had long been unhappy with Qin Ming, and he raised his iron club and hit him with a club.

"Run away! How unreasonable!"

Qin Ming didn't expect that he would be reduced to being chased and beaten by a group of bandits.

In a rage, he swung the mace and hit him.

The iron club and the mace collided, sparks flew, and clanging sounds were heard.

The two men had similar styles, both were macho fighting styles, and were extremely powerful.

After one blow, they were evenly matched.

"Good club!"

Wu Song praised: "Come again."

"... Murong old dog really deserves to die."

Qin Ming cursed in his heart, so he had to cheer up and fight with Wu Song.

Hua Rong was also a famous general in Qingzhou, and he was also a skilled general, so it was reasonable for him to fight him to a draw.

Lin Xuan and Huang Rong were not warriors, so although Qin Ming did not get the upper hand, he did not care too much.

But the battle with Wu Song was a real power clash.

Qin Ming was horrified to find that he did not have the upper hand at all even after trying his best.

In fact, after more than ten rounds of fighting, the opponent got the upper hand and used an inconspicuous iron rod to suppress him.

This result really broke Qin Ming's defense.

The bandits were so outrageous that they did not even inform him in advance.

Is this prefect actually an undercover of the bandits?

"Yo, this club is really powerful. Old Four, don't kill him, let me play with it."

At this time, the mountain wind whistled, and a fat monk holding a water-milled Zen stick rushed over in a hurry.

Behind the monk, dust was flying, as if a dragon was roaring.

"Okay."

Wu Song lazily retracted the iron stick: "You have taken more than 30 sticks from me, so you are indeed a person of character. Let's forget about the rude words just now."

"..."

Qin Ming felt numbness in the palms of his hands and dared not say any more harsh words.

He turned around and hit Lu Zhishen with a stick, and rushed forward while the other party dodged.

"Hey, stick! I'm here, don't just run!"

Lu Zhishen twisted his body, swung the water-milled Zen stick, and swept it towards Qin Ming's waist.

"!!!"

Qin Ming blocked with the mace, and felt a sweetness in his throat, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood, so he had to stumble back to relieve the force.

Although his strength was not as good as Lu Zhishen, the gap was not that big.

To be honest, he still had a fight.

However, Qin Ming had a very difficult journey...

At least 40% to 50% of his strength was consumed.

Although Lu Zhishen had just played a round of the fish pond game, it was much easier than Qin Ming.

So, this stick hit Qin Ming, and he was immediately hit by a stick, which made him feel chest tightness, panting, and miserable.

"Not so good?"

Lu Zhishen took a big step, rushed to Qin Ming, and hit him with another stick.

"Watch me!"

Qin Ming was quick-witted, shouted fiercely, and raised his left hand.

"Huh?" Lu Zhishen was slightly startled, and with a "lion raising his head", he protected his face with the shovel head.

Qin Ming himself was also cheating, and he didn't prepare any hidden weapons at all.

Seeing that Lu Zhishen's offensive slowed down, he quickly pulled back and rushed down the mountain.

"You bastard!"

Lu Zhishen found out that he was deceived, and the three corpse gods exploded in anger. He suddenly sprinted and chased after him like a wild boar in heat.

The two men hurriedly ran more than a mile away. Lu Zhishen found an opportunity and swung his Zen stick to hit them again.

This time, the extremely unlucky Qin Ming was pulled several meters away and fell to the ground.

"Master, please don't hurt him!"

Lin Xuan and Huang Rong had just finished patrolling the battlefield. Seeing that Qin Ming was about to explode the gold coins, he hurriedly stopped him.

"I will take care of it."

Lu Zhishen thought for a while and slammed his Zen stick on the ground: "I also won a little unfairly. Wait until your stick has rested enough, and then we will fight again."

"Hua left for a while, but I didn't expect that General Manager Qin was still in good shape. It's really a cause for celebration."

At this time, the five hundred officers and soldiers at the foot of the mountain had been either killed or captured, and only a few bandits were left to clean up the battlefield and pick up the pieces.

Hua Rong also rushed over and said sarcastically: "I wonder how capable we are, these thieves who are not worthy of being on the stage?"

"Hmph! I take back what I said just now. I didn't expect that a small Qingfeng Mountain would have such a hidden dragon and crouching tiger."

Qin Ming took a few deep breaths and sneered: "I am defeated today, so I have nothing to say. But if I fight alone, I am not afraid of you at all."

"General Qin uses the stick well and is confident."

Lin Xuan smiled: "In this case, General Qin, take a rest for a while. If you can beat anyone among the people present, I will let you go."

Now he has the upper hand. If he rushes up, he can cut Qin Ming into pieces in less than five seconds.

But some of the victory is unfair and affects his prestige.

It's better to be generous.

Well, judging from the fight just now, the group of people around him may not be able to beat Qin Ming.

But it's not easy to lose to Qin Ming...

It's a sure thing.

"Any one?"

Qin Ming's eyes lit up: "Are you serious, Boss?"

"Your life or death depends on my decision, why should I lie to you?"

"Well, if I fight this old man, I don't have to rest."

Qin Ming laughed and pointed behind Lin Xuan: "Boss's words are as good as a mountain, I think he will not break his promise."

"Huh?"

Lin Xuan was slightly startled and looked back.

At some point, Huang Shang had finished his medical work and entered his daily state of enlightenment.

Like a ghost, he was swaying a foot away from Lin Xuan.

"???"

Feeling the gazes of the crowd, Huang Shang's body shook slightly, opened his eyes, and showed a somewhat dazed expression.