Then over ten people surged out from both sides of the mountain path. Each carried a large knife on their shoulder, faces filled with malice, grinning.
The leader was a short man with a square face from Mountain Wind Stronghold, nicknamed "Fang Yaozi." Due to his short stature, when he fought with others, he would hack people at the waist, hence the name "Fang Yaozi."
"Stop, stop, stop."
"Telling you to stop, can't you hear?"
Fang Yaozi shouted several times, glaring fiercely, and letting out a shout through Qi Movement.
Fu Bo and the others felt their eardrums shake, seeing stars, and had to stop.
"Which village are you from, looking pretty affluent." Fang Yaozi's eyes were like mung beans, but trained in martial arts, they shot a sharp glare. Having lived in a bandit lair for a long time, he exuded a seven-part evil aura, his glare chilling.
"Master, from Black River Village, we're from Black River Village."
Fu Bo stepped forward to negotiate.
"Black River Village?"
