After galloping for dozens of li, Su Tingyun finally realized that this area was ridiculously large. He wondered if it was a seamless map.

But it was unlikely to be so extravagant. He suppressed the feeling of dissonance that flashed through his heart and continued to gallop forward.

After traveling for a while, he stopped and saw that the road in front of him had extended into the mountains. The road was no longer as flat as before, and the trees on both sides had become denser. He had arrived at the mountain road.

The horse under him neighed, obviously unwilling to go any further.

Although this horse was Sun Moon Shinto's good horse, it could not withstand a rider carrying several hundred jin for so long.

An adult's normal weight, plus the black armor, modao, and shield, would be several hundred jin.

Su Tingyun did not insist. He had his own good horse. Previously, he did not refuse to ride it because he wanted to complete his act. Now that there was no one around, he did not have to make do.

He took off the horse's things and put them in his backpack. He let the horse go. After the horse ran far away, he leisurely whistled. After the whistle, a red horse rushed out of the forest and came to his side in a few breaths.

Lu Bu among men, Red Hare among horses. The horse Su Tingyun called was Red Hare. Its owner had spent a lot of money to buy it. It was the best horse that money could buy.

"Good fellow." Su Tingyun affectionately patted Red Hare. "The rest is up to you."

When Su Tingyun left, he did not study the route. Left and right was an unfamiliar environment, so he directly chose a path to go.

As the saying goes, the boat will cross the bridge when it comes to it. He held this kind of thought.

Now he was in a continuous mountain range consisting of Green Rock Mountain, West Wind Ridge, and Tian Chang Mountain. The mountain range covered one's eyes. Because it was not a main road, the imperial court did not invest money to repair the mountain road. Most of the routes were still quite difficult to travel.

But because it was a shortcut, people in a hurry would still choose this path. It was just that when they were on the road, they would inevitably call for a few guards. Yes, there was a group of bandits in this mountain range.

For the time being, no one knew where this group of mountain bandits had built their stronghold. Laymen only knew that it was somewhere in the mountains. Usually, when they saw a fat sheep coming to their door, they would slaughter them at least once. If they were tactful and voluntarily handed over their belongings, they could avoid the danger of losing their lives.

There were also chivalrous people who wanted to get rid of these bandits, but these bandits were as smart as monkeys. After a series of twists and turns, they were always able to shake them off, so they had been free and unfettered until now.

Su Tingyun didn't know about this, but he was bold because of his skills, so he wasn't afraid of these things.

As soon as he entered Westwind Ridge, trouble came knocking on his door — he was surrounded by people.

In front of them were three burly men blocking the way, and behind them were four accomplices eyeing them covetously. There was also one person keeping watch on the tree. It was obvious that this was an organized group of bandits.

It was no different from when he robbed them. The only difference was that these people looked very weak, Su Tingyun thought to himself.

The leader of the bandits had already been notified when he entered the mountains. This person's appearance made him wary, and he was afraid that he had kicked an iron plate.

He originally wanted to give up on this task, but this person was actually riding a fine horse. Even a small person like him who didn't know how to read had heard of the legend of the Red Hare. Although he didn't know what breed this red-haired freak was riding, it didn't look like an ordinary one.

If he gave this horse to the chief, he might be able to get a decent position. Under the temptation of power, he was immediately tempted.

"You're quite bold to dare to travel alone. Who in this world doesn't know the rules of Westwind Ridge?"

The bandit leader stepped forward and shouted, "Kid, leave behind your valuables and the horse, and we'll let you pass this time. Otherwise …" He flashed the big knife in his hand, "Don't blame us brothers for being impolite."

"How impolite do you want to be?" Su Tingyun asked in return, "This is my first time here, so I don't really understand what you mean."

Is this person stupid? Or does he want to do things the hard way?

The bandit leader sneered, "How impolite?

If you're a man, you'll naturally suffer some physical pain. If you're a woman, then let us brothers have some fun. "

"Oh." So this group of people not only rob, but also like to bully men and women. Su Tingyun made an unclear sound and dismounted, "Then I'd better —"

The last few words disappeared in the wind. The bandit leader was still secretly happy that he had figured it out, but in the next second, he found that his line of sight had suddenly become higher, and his subordinates all had shocked and distorted expressions.

He was just about to scold him for being a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, when he saw the man he thought of as a fat sheep kick something away like trash.

— — That was his body!

Only then did he realize that his head had been removed, and soon it would be cold through and through.

What about the rest of them???

Cui Chui Cong??

Zhi?

Yuanhuai Lin Di Mu Xiao Piao Xiao Xiao?

Mi Li Pin Lu Xiao Xiao??

Fan Da Si Yi?

Lie?

Yun Da Si Yi Xian Xiao Xiao Xiao

"The one on the tree." Su Tingyun put away his shield and looked up, "Do you want to come down yourself, or do you want me to invite you down?"

This time, he had really kicked an iron plate!

Su Tingyun didn't kill the bandit sentry on the spot. Instead, he ordered him to lead them to their base camp.

This bandit was probably hoping for a fluke, thinking that there were many people in the stronghold, and that there was still the leader, so he didn't struggle and did as he was told.

Little did he know that he had sold out all his brothers in the stronghold. If he didn't say anything, Su Tingyun wouldn't have gone out of his way to look for him. However, since someone had automatically led the way, there was no harm in killing them in passing.

No one expected that a group of bandits in Westwind Ridge would be silently wiped out. In the future, this section of the mountain road would probably be much safer.

However, our hero, who had done a good deed, was a little troubled. He had waited in place for so long, but not a single monster had respawned. When he attacked, the feeling was also different from before. Thinking of the infinitely expanding territory and the terrified expressions of these people when they called him a demon, if he continued to deceive himself like this, then he was afraid that he would have died for nothing.

This — — probably wasn't a game world at all, and these people weren't NPCs.

They hadn't seen the light effects of skills, nor had they seen the appearance of the shop, nor did they know that weapons and equipment could be placed in a portable backpack. That was why they thought he was a demon or a ghost.

Then the question was, where was this place?

If it was a real world similar to the master's existence, then why could his portable backpack still be used? Even his strange mounts and various accessories could materialize. If it wasn't, then how could these people really die?

There was also that Dongfang Bubai. If he really did save him, he should also know that there was something wrong with him, but he didn't show the slightest bit of curiosity.

Was he really not curious, or did he have some ulterior motive?

Unable to understand, Su Tingyun said that his head hurt.

However, he also understood that he couldn't be too ostentatious, so he immediately changed his hairstyle and appearance. He even put on a layer of rubbing on his weapon. Now, he could be considered a "normal person."