It's early in the middle of summer, it's very early in the morning.

In the wheat field a hundred miles away from Beiyang Imperial City, a young ranger with a big sword was running wildly. Behind him, more than a dozen elite riders lined up and surrounded the boy.

The young ranger ran very fast, his body shaped like a flying leopard, galloping like the wind. Although the warrior chasing him was riding a horse, he was still quite a distance from him.

The young ranger's clothes were dyed blood red. Blood continued to drip from the giant sword behind him.

Since last night, there have been constant "high-level mysterious spirits" who died under his sword.

First one, then two, and now, it has become a total of thirteen. The riders chasing him have their cultivation level above the "high-level Xuanling". The one who is in charge has even entered the "Xuanwang Realm" with half a foot.

The young ranger was very upset while running.

It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be. He shouldn't have looked up at the young master in brocade clothes.

When I entered the imperial city, I had to find my brothers and make a fortune. Now, it was awesome. Not only did I not find anyone, I might even have to explain my life here.

The leader of the Thirteen Riders is a gloomy middle-aged man with a hooked nose and a mouse eye. He can tell at a glance that he is not a good person. This middle-aged man is named "Zhao Jinjin". His half-step king level cultivation is one of the "eight confidants" of the eldest prince Beitangjun.

Yesterday, Beitangjun went to the "Bern Farm" for inspection and was unexpectedly seen by a young ranger. For safety reasons, Beitangjun sent a knight to chase him.

But unexpectedly, after chasing for more than ten miles, the knight was gone forever.

Beitangjun was a little surprised and sent two riders again, but they were still meat buns to beat the dog - there was no return.

In the wrath of Beitangjun, the "Eight-Armed King Kong" - Zhao Jinjin personally took the opportunity to chase him.

Zhao Jinjin brought out twenty cavalrymen, but on the way to chase, the young ranger took advantage of the night to kill the seven cavalry. By the early morning, the only thirteen cavalry were left.

Beitangjun sat in a cool place, holding a golden cup in his hand, and carefully savoring the fine wine in the cup.

From the wheat fields in the distance, there were from time to time the sound of war horses neighing and the explosion of mysterious skills. Beitangjun listened quietly, his expression as usual.

"Master, do you want me to go?" asked carefully, a big man like a black tower.

Beitangjun waved his hand and smiled, "I didn't expect that this time I met a very interesting guy. Wait a minute, if this kid could kill our twelve cavalry or escape from Zhao Jinjin's hands, I would recruit him to my command with great conditions."

Beitangjun said, with a proud smile on his face.

Talk and laugh under the shade of trees, but they fight with each other in the wheat field.

As time goes by, the young ranger's mysterious power consumes less and less. Without the support of the mysterious power, his foot power gradually slows down.

Compared with humans, spiritual beasts have another advantage in addition to their hard bodies, that is, they have good endurance.

After rushing by the same distance, the young ranger had exhausted his mysterious power, but the horses were still rushing like the wind.

Seeing the pursuit getting closer and closer, the young ranger made up his mind. He stopped and suddenly pulled out the big knife on his back.

The boy turned around and held the hilt tightly with his left hand. He stared at the pursuers ahead with a fierce murderous aura.

"Since you don't let me live, even if I die, I will take some people to take care of me!"

The young man roared, and above his body, the golden mysterious light, like a fierce flame, quickly burned. The golden light gradually stopped, and a dense layer of golden scales appeared on him.

In the distance, Beitangjun raised his eyebrows slightly and naturally said to himself: "Is this guy a 'beast warrior'?"

The young ranger's big sword was raised high above his head.

"Ground-breaking sword technique!"

The big sword swung rapidly to the ground, and a golden sword light as big as a mountain fell down quickly.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the golden sword light fell to the ground in an instant, and a huge crack was cleaved from the ground, more than one mile long and dozens of feet wide.

The moment the sword light fell, Zhao Jinjin quickly changed his figure and avoided the attack in a rather embarrassing manner.

The six unlucky riders behind him were not so lucky. Before they understood what had happened, they were sent to Naihe Bridge for sightseeing.

Beitangjun looked at this scene and stood up in surprise. He looked into the distance and murmured to himself: "We must recruit this kid under our command."

When the man like a black tower heard this, he bowed to Beitangjun. He jumped in his body, and the man of the black tower quickly rushed towards the place where he was fighting.

Fortunately, his tower-like body can move so fast.

But Zhao Jinjin slowly climbed up from the wheat field, and his white clothes were covered with dust.

His eyes were filled with flames of anger, and he wanted to kill the young ranger to vent his resentment.

"Eight-armed Golden Light Palm!"

Zhao Jinjin's figure rose into the air. His hands were like wind, and his palms were dancing like flying. In the eyes of the young ranger, his original two hands had turned into as many as eight.

Countless golden palm prints spread out from all directions.

The palm prints fell to the ground, and the sunken marks were shaken out.

The young ranger was not afraid, and the big sword in his hand was raised high. The golden dark light on his big sword was like a bright sun, illuminating this land.

The young man's giant sword danced like the wind, rushing towards Zhao Jinjin like a flying. All the golden palm prints flying towards him were chopped into pieces by him, and none of them could hurt him at all.

Zhao Jinjin was a little surprised, but immediately, calmly.

After all, he is a strong man from the "half-step king level". In his opinion, a "middle-level Xuanling" will not be his opponent even if he has a strong combat power. The gap between the two is really like a gap.

Zhao Jinjin spread his hands and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. A golden space slowly formed in his hands, then quickly became larger, and finally became more than a mile wide.

Zhao Jinjin threw this small space away and threw it towards the young ranger.

The young ranger was stunned at first, then rushed up desperately.

Zhao Jinjin breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

The golden space is as spiritual as it is. The young ranger is absorbed into the moment he comes into contact with it. The space inside is extremely magical.

There are mountains, water, forests, plants, huge rocks, deep ravines... but no matter what, they are all made of gold.

The young ranger was overjoyed and shouted: "The whole world is full of gold."
Chapter completed!