Chapter 114: Boy, what's your toll?

Chu Yan at this time, because of the use of inscriptions, looks like a young man in his twenties.
Holding a white horse and hanging a knife around his waist, it looks like a noble son who has traveled here. No one will associate him with the "Chuan Yan" of Changqing Town.
Leading the horse for a while, Chu Yan suddenly found that the entrance to the official road of the mountain, at this time, even set a checkpoint.
This official road not only leads to the hinterland of Heiyun Mountain, but also the road to other towns. At this time, Chu Yan looked up and saw six or seven people who were being stopped at the checkpoint. What are you arguing about.
Chu Yan led Ma to the past, and just heard one of them saying, "We never heard that we had to pay to pass."
There are four warriors who set the checkpoint. In the face of these ordinary people, the warriors obviously have more say.
One of his military men in his thirties sneered and poked at the opponent's chest with a sneer. The man who had just spoken took a few steps backwards, covered his chest and breathed in cold air, speechless.
Others saw their hands and suddenly changed their faces.
After all, they are ordinary people, let alone the other four warriors, they are only one, they are not opponents.
Seeing the fear of these ordinary people, the warrior sneered and said, "I haven't heard of it in the past, I should have heard it now. We are very reasonable, one person, two spiritual money can pass, otherwise Take a detour. For other routes, we don't have a card. "
Upon hearing this martial artist said, these ordinary people suddenly looked bitter.
The detour sounds simple, but the fact is that a detour bypasses more than half of the Heiyun Forest, delaying at least half a month.
They also wanted to strive for reasons, but were glared by several other martial artists, and they dared not say anything. They handed in more than a dozen spiritual money and passed away after passing the checkpoint.
Chu Yan has always been behind this group of people. He didn't know if there were any official checkpoints, but two money for one person are not expensive for him now.
And he didn't want to waste time here, so he had already prepared the money.
After all the ordinary people passed, he took the horse and passed the two spiritual money.
The warrior in his thirties took the money and was about to release it. At this time, the other man turned his hand to Chu Yan, smiling with a smile: "Your horse has not yet paid the customs clearance fee."
The martial artist in his thirties was surprised, and immediately understood the meaning of his companions.
This kid seems to be a rich child, and has no experience walking outside, so he has a chance to knock it off.
So he nodded quickly: "Yes, your horse will also have to pay the customs clearance fee. Horsemen are expensive, and they need three spiritual money."
"Is the horse also required to pay the customs clearance fee?" Chu Yan frowned, knowing that the other party regarded himself as a fat sheep, but at this time he was unwilling to care more about the other party, took three spiritual money out of the wallet and handed it to the other party.
As a result, the warrior in his thirties did not answer, but blinked his eyes, staring at Chu Yan's money bag.
At the moment, the other three warriors are staring directly at Chu Yan's money bag, their eyes are flashing a strange light.
This bag of spiritual money, although not the entire property of Chu Yan, also contained at least five thousand spiritual money.
These warriors set up checkpoints here, and they can't collect a total of twenty or thirty spiritual money a day. At this moment, they say that this bag of spiritual money is hundreds of times forcibly extorted every day!
The greed of the other person's eyes was all in Chu Yan's eyes, and Chu Yan's brow suddenly wrinkled even more: "Hey, let me go."
The warrior in his thirties returned to God and glared at Chu Yan: "What are you doing so loudly! I was scared by you! Why don't I let you go today?"
"Do not let me go?" Chu Yan glanced at the other side. "You can let me go, then I won't go from here. You will give me back the spiritual money I just gave."
"Here you? Dream about it!" The 30-year-old warrior grunted coldly.
The other three also took a step forward at this moment, and quietly blocked the retreat for Chu Yan.
Chu Yan looked at each other with a smile: "What are you trying to do?"
The problems of Chu Yan were heard in these people's ears, and they suddenly became panic-stricken.
One of them sneered, and said, "Boy, I see how familiar you are. Have you been here before?"
Another said: "Some of our brothers were stolen a bag of money before, but we didn't catch that person. It looks like you."
The man left a squeak, took out a long knife, and pointed to Chu Yan intentionally or unintentionally: "Check us in your pocket. If there is no problem, you can leave."
Needless to know, if Chu Yan's money bag is delivered to them, he will never return.
Chu Yan didn't plan to compare with these people at first because he didn't think it was worthwhile to waste time in them, and it was serious to find the Tianyang Zhengyangcao first.
He repeatedly compromised, but in the eyes of these people, they became weak and timid, so that they had to step into the feet and kick their noses and faces.
With that thought, Chu Yanlian smiled even more: "If I don't check it for you."
"Then you are a guilty conscience! Don't talk nonsense over the money!" The warrior in his thirties screamed loudly and reached out and grabbed.
"Look for death!" Chu Yan's eyes flickered sharply, and suddenly, the evil spirit that erupted from the body made the warrior immediately hold it, only to feel as if he was facing a tiger down the mountain.
Chu Yan's other hand stretched out like lightning, then came first, grabbed each other's wrist, and twisted.
Click!
The sound of a broken bone in the scalp was heard.
The back of the soldier in his thirties was immediately stuck to his arm.
And his broken wrist swelled at the speed visible to the naked eye, and the skin was filled with thick blood, and at a glance, it seemed as if the wrist was thick and thin.
"Ah!" After a moment of stun, the martial artist reacted. Suddenly, a heartbreaking scream was issued, and the body moved backwards, looking at Chu Yan's face with a look of astonishment.
"Asshole!" The other three warriors also returned to God at this moment, immediately roared, raised their swords and smashed over at Chu Yan.
"Is this going to rob and kill someone?" Chu Yanha laughed a long time, raised a water-jet knife and slashed at the other side.
The ice-cold Daomang was empty, and suddenly the man's arms were cut off shoulder-to-shoulder.
Rolling the knife, hit the other side to spit blood, and flew out four or five feet, banging the wooden level to pieces.
"This guy's realm is not low, be careful!" Seeing this scene, one of the two warriors left, only felt scalp numb, and screamed loudly.
Chu Yan remembered this guy. At first, he stopped the 30-year-old warrior from letting go.
"Yeah, I'm not low, are you afraid?" Chu Yan smiled, but her eyes were snow and ice, "please ask me if you are afraid of death."
As the mouth said, Chu Yanshou's water-cutting knife kept rolling, rolled up a cold mang, and chopped down at the other side.