Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

The quality of the two treasure bags showed that they were commonly used items in the Green Forest Dao. A Green Forest master with the fifth-grade cultivation level could be considered a great thief, so he must have a lot of property.

The truly valuable items were two storage rings. Ma Zhan hadn't seen many storage rings on his journey from Liang State. The owners of these two storage rings must be disciples of a large sect or a member of a prominent family.

Ma Zhan put the ring and the Baibao Bag into his left hand, while deliberately covering them up, and took out two balls.

"You three, crush the water and fire sticks yourselves and leave the Yinlu Division."

After Guimu swept Ma Zhan's left hand, the three of them crushed the water and fire sticks without hesitation and were sent back to Fengdu.

Ma Zhan casually tossed the two stone balls aside and said to Lin Yuejing on the cliff: "We'll divide the spoils later."

"Oh, the boy is quite handsome."

Before Ma Zhan even returned to the river, Liu Nange jokingly said this. With Ma Zhan's demonstration, she had basically grasped the basic principles of "Thousand Faces."

Before Ma Zhan could investigate Zheng Xiaoqiao's situation, Puyang Yingjun arrived from the other end of the path on his sword. "Someone's coming! Someone from the Yulong Sect."

"Let's go~"

As soon as he reached the end of the path, Ma Zhan saw He Ling holding a long sword and confronting three disciples of Yulongmen.

The three Yulongmen disciples, the leader of them, held a long and narrow Miao Dao in his hand, tilted his shoulders, and looked at He Ling with contempt.

"Fairy of Mount Emei, I saw you running away in panic yesterday. Why don't you come back to Yulong Snow Mountain with me? I will definitely teach you the skills of the lower body."

"Hahahaha~"

The two disciples behind him laughed loudly with lewd looks on their faces.

"Buzz~Buzz~..." Six crossbow arrows brushed against He Ling's hair and flew towards the three people from Yulongmen.

The man with the Miao Dao hurriedly used the Miao Dao to knock away two crossbow arrows. Due to the obstruction of his vision, the two disciples behind him had not yet released their protective Qi before the crossbow arrows pierced their shoulders.

Ma Zhan stepped on the cliff, jumped over He Ling's head, and slashed the Miao Dao man's face with the short knife in his hand.

A strong wind blew out diagonally, and the man with the Miao Dao blocked it with both hands. He was pushed back three steps by the blade before he could stabilize his body.

Ma Zhan didn't give him a chance to breathe, and slashed at him repeatedly with his short sword. Due to the narrow path, the narrow and long blade of the Miao Dao became a major disadvantage.

After just a few moves, the Miao Dao man showed a flaw. Ma Zhan cut his neck with a short knife and secretly stabbed him in the abdomen with a dagger.

The man with the Miao Dao seemed to feel that the dagger was his killer move. He circulated his true Qi, resisted the dagger head-on, and swung his Miao Dao down, narrowly blocking the dagger.

Although the short knife is a feint, it contains the true energy of Chixia.

The red energy penetrated the protective Qi of the Miao Dao man, and with a "crack", it twisted his neck.

The Miao Dao man fainted, and the two Yulongmen disciples who had been shot by arrows saw that the situation was not going well. Behind Ma Zhan, Puyang's three handsome flying swords were always waiting for the opportunity to kill the two men.

They simply raised their hands and said, "Stop fighting, stop fighting..."

"Oh my god..."

The two's actions completely baffled Ma Zhan and Puyang Yingjun. They hadn't expected the other party to be so sensible and lack the pride of the Yulong Sect.

Ma Zhan wasted no time, "Apologize to this fairy, hand over your storage bag, and crush your license plate yourself, and I can spare your lives. Otherwise, I'll let you taste the power of my Tang Sect, the Mother and Son Soul Chaser."

The two exchanged glances. "Tang Sect? He's from the Tang Sect?"

"I don't know either. Didn't the four male disciples of the Tang Sect leave? The two girls even injured two of our brothers."

"Could he be the seventh Tang Sect disciple lurking in secret?"

. . . . . .

Ma Zhan used the same trick again, and took out two stone balls while covering up the flaws, hiding them in his hands.

"Have you considered it?"

"Mother and Son Chasing Soul Gallbladder, he is a disciple of Tang Sect."

'I saw that, too.'

. . . .

The two said at the same time: "Fairy, I'm sorry, I've offended you so much, please forgive me..."

Ma Zhan collected three more storage bags and put them into Shang Jun Fangsheng.

Before leaving, he said to He Ling: "If you encounter such a situation next time, avoid it. It's not necessary to put yourself in danger."

He Ling nodded, but said nothing. She was actually a little upset. The three monks from the Temple of Suffering had all been killed, while the Yulong Sect disciples had simply apologized and that was it. Perhaps it was because she was just his swordsman, not that important.

Ma Zhan returned to the river again. Just as he landed, Lin Yuejing came over again. "Someone's here, a disciple from Mount Emei."

"Fuck, this isn't over yet. Why are you all crowding in here?"

After Ma Zhan gently asked the Emei disciples to change their route, he decided to close the road directly to prevent future troubles.

Ma Zhan called back the four of them, and Liu Nange set up a defensive formation, covering all six people and the bronze jug inside the formation. Ma Zhan held a tiger stick and knocked hard from the two entrances of the path towards the direction of the Forgetful River.

A large number of huge rocks fell with a loud rumble, shaking the earth. Ma Zhan, who was trying to sabotage it, thought to himself, "I made such a big noise, will Cui Fujun give me trouble? Who cares? No one will know it was me who did it."

Perhaps the two-color flower has such strong vitality that it can knock down a two or three meter high rock without much effort.

Seeing that the destruction was almost complete, Ma Zhan returned to the riverside. After making sure that Zheng Xiaoqiao was stable, he took out two storage rings, two treasure bags and three storage bags, and divided the spoils among the six people.

When Liu Nange broke the barrier of the storage space and took out the things inside, Ma Zhan sighed: "Robbery is much better than looking for opportunities."

Treasures, weapons, techniques, and spirit stones were scattered all over the place. In the storage ring, there were even rare items like fortune, a demon-binding rope, and a black tortoise shell.

Liu Nange said, "The owner of these two storage rings is a direct disciple of the Five Pecks of Rice Sect's leader. Taoist items of this level aren't something inner disciples or even ordinary elders might possess."

The contents of the treasure bag were quite diverse, mainly yellow and white items, and spirit stone weapons. Those on the Green Forest Path had limited resources and could only go out and forage for food. Every independent cultivator who rose to prominence was no ordinary person.

Among the Jade Dragon Sect's disciples' treasure bags was a deep blue longsword, presumably found within the Yin Law Division. There was also a stone inscription depicting the technique of ape-striking, the renowned skill of the Jade Dragon Sect's master, White Ape.

Puyang Yingjun's family had everything they needed, so he wasn't very interested in these things. After reiterating the issue of the fairy from Mount Emei to Ma Zhan, he withdrew from the loot-sharing group.

He Ling used the Falling Flower Sword Technique, and the dark blue long sword was given to her.

Liu Nange received the most, and she took everything in the two storage rings.

Ma Zhan was very interested in the ape-fighting technique and took the stone carving.

Since there was no one suitable for Zheng Xiaoqiao, he made the decision on her behalf and did not participate in the division of the spoils.

The rest of the things, including the storage bag and storage ring, were given to Lin Yuejing and Xiaohua.