"Xin Zhuo, the grandson of a bandit, is humble and lowly. He doesn't know the laws of the court and the righteous ways of the world. He goes against the government and takes hostages again and again.
A yellow-haired child who shows off his martial arts and commits evil will not be tolerated by heaven and earth. A big rat still has fur, but you have no manners as a human being. If you don't commit suicide to thank the world, how can you have the face to live in this world?
He has no father and no mother, he is a country bastard, he does not know the Four Books and Five Classics, and he does not understand the Seven Classics and Eight Meanings. Rotten wood cannot be carved, and a wall made of excrement cannot be built!
You are unfaithful, unfilial, benevolent and unjust, an unscrupulous person, a snake and a rat, everyone will punish you, you are extremely despicable..."
The speaker was an old man with a white beard who looked majestic and full of morals. He was eloquent and cursed endlessly.
There was a moment of silence all over the mountains and below.
The words of this old man cannot be said to have any technical content, nor are they the three-character slander of a market scoundrel, but the scolding was unpleasant and harsh, and it simply reduced people to dust.
Killing people can only kill people's hearts. This kind of scolding is really a bit excessive, but... there seems to be nothing wrong with scolding bandits.
Some people who hate Xin Zhuo extremely, such as Su Zefeng, can't help but cheer happily.
Others like Shangguan Fan Qing and others watched silently.
Su Miaojin frowned slightly, wanting to say something, but she really had nothing to say.
Cui Ying'er and others on the mountain were trembling all over, their faces changing again and again, obviously they were angry.
"The boss!"
Murong Xiu frowned and approached Xin Zhuo and introduced: "He is the elder brother of the head of the Song family, the grandfather of Song Dongxi Hall, and the old man of Song Mulian."
Xin Zhuo didn't make a sound, but his legs no longer shook, his back was straight, and there was a look on his face that no one could understand.
Frankly speaking, when I saw so many people coming, I lost my thoughts on how to sacrifice the spirit. I felt like I was playing a trick. After all, there were too many people and it was too ostentatious. How to deal with it calmly or leave the people was the last word.
Now his thoughts have not changed, and he can even retaliate: "A brilliant man, an old thief with a gray beard, An is talking nonsense in front of me..." to satisfy his appetite.
But it feels really unnecessary and boring.
After a moment of silence, he waved his hand and said, "Dagui is going to take a look at the back mountain river and promise to leave. Jiulang and Laobai will take some people from Menghu Village to bring Murong Lei and the four families."
"yes!"
Several people left in a hurry.
At this moment, the old man at the foot of the mountain suddenly stopped cursing. The stop was very abrupt, as if he was about to reach a high level and ended inexplicably, which was unpleasant.
I saw a middle-aged man next to the old man. Taking advantage of the moment when Xin Zhuo turned his head, he stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, slightly bent them, flicked them, and shot out five shining silver flying needles.
The five silver needles exuded a silver-red color, and shone with a strange cold light in the sunlight. They were obviously quenched with poison.
At this moment, two needles are placed on the ground, one on the left, one on the right, and one on the top. Silently, they go straight to the five critical points on Xinzhuo's upper, lower, left, right, and between the eyebrows.
He actually planned a sneak attack that killed him with one blow.
There was a commotion at the foot of the mountain due to the discerning people.
Murong Xiu also saw it and exclaimed: "It's Master Yuan's soul-seizing needle!"
"The boss gets away!"
Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang didn't see it clearly, but after being reminded, they almost jumped in front of Xin Zhuo at the same time, blocking the needle with their bodies.
At this fatal moment, Xin Zhuo frowned, quickly grabbed a few stones, and flashed in front of Cui Ying'er's two daughters. His long, fair and slender right hand moved mysteriously and strangely, and then flicked them away with all his strength.
Xiao Xin’s flying knife!
Use stones instead of flying knives.
The name of the second thief was not correct at all. The seven hard stones drew seven black rays of cold light, and even the air was rippled.
"咻咻咻咻..."
Five of them faced five silver needles.
"Bang bang bang..."
In mid-air, the stone hit the silver needle, making bursts of bursts of shattering sounds.
The stones shattered into pieces, and stone powder fell all over the floor.
The silver needle bent and fell to the ground.
However, the two extra stones flew towards the old man of the Song family who was cursing, and the third master Yuan who was using the silver needle.
This sudden hidden weapon and counterattack only happened in a short moment.
The ordinary people at the foot of the mountain looked at Lonely. The eighth and ninth grade warriors were a little confused, but those with advanced realms were shocked.
Someone finally reacted and shouted loudly: "Uncle Song, Third Master Yuan, get out of the way!"
That's too late!
The old man who scolded people had studied classics and history all his life, and his martial arts was no higher than the eighth level. Maybe he came here to scold people. At this time, he could only move his right foot hastily, but was hit hard on the forehead by a stone.
boom!
His neck was pushed hard, his body was thrown backwards, and the three of them were knocked down before they fell heavily to the ground. There was blood on their foreheads, and they closed their eyes, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
But the third master Yuan reacted very quickly. He drew out a crescent moon sword and used it to block the stone.
"when!"
The stone shattered and the blade broke. He took three steps back and the tiger's mouth exploded. His face turned pale.
There was dead silence.
Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang, who had closed their eyes and waited for death, opened their eyes with blank expressions on their faces.
Murong Xiu looked at Xin Zhuo in horror. When did the master master a hidden weapon? So clever?
The dark crowd at the foot of the mountain was also at a loss for a moment.
Whether he was expecting Xin Zhuo to die or had other thoughts, he was shocked by this move.
"Young Hall Master..." Haitang girl is also knowledgeable about martial arts, and the shock on her little face could not be more severe at this time, "This little thief's seven-star continuum is so amazing, that third master Yuan, who is in the seventh level, has all been resolved. What the hell kind of hidden weapon technique is this?"
Shangguan Fan Qing had a rare serious expression on his face, staring closely at Xin Zhuo's right hand: "I don't understand. In the world of martial arts, people who learn only a few martial arts are not good at it. Often a martial artist only practices one or two martial arts in his life. And the brilliant hidden weapons The first method requires techniques, the second requires meridian reflection, and the third requires deep and dedicated mental blessings.
To get started, you have to open up the three meridians and five meridians, which is extremely painful. Moreover, this way is not upright and aboveboard, so most people are unwilling to learn it. Xin Zhuo's sword skills are profound and his palm skills are mysterious. He has mastered hidden weapons to such an extent that he is more than one level higher than that Third Master Yuan! "
Haitang couldn't help but be speechless: "He is good-looking and has good literary talent!"
"Stop being a jackal and a tiger!" Shangguan Fan Qing said softly: "This kind of person looks down on a maid like you!"
"I, I didn't... you said it all..." Haitang was furious and stamped her feet hard.
At this moment, the young masters, ladies and warriors from the four families on the mountain were brought over. As soon as they saw the dense crowd at the bottom of the mountain, they were a little unable to turn around.
"What does this mean?" Murong Lei looked down the mountain in surprise, then looked at Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo's face had lost the politeness of the past few days, and he didn't even bother to reply. He just looked at Huang Dagui, who was coming from behind.
"Access!" Huang Dagui lowered his voice, referring to the fast-flowing river in the back mountain. No one could escape there if they thought of it.
"Very good!" Xin Zhuo nodded and made a gesture.
Cui Ying'er and her group understood this, and immediately led a group of tiger warriors to kick the four masters, young ladies, and warriors on the back knees.
In the past few days, in order to prevent them from resuming their force and causing trouble, they had added a little bit of bone-breaking bones and soft tendons powder to their meals. At this moment, they couldn't bring up any vitality, so they were kicked to their knees.
Yuan Yourong, Song Dongxi and others were furious: "Xin Zhuo, what do you mean? Didn't you agree to let us go?"
Kneeling down in front of so many people, the humiliation of this life goes deep into my bones.
Xin Zhuo still ignored it and just waved his hand: "Behead!"
"King Xin, wait!"
Someone at the bottom of the mountain finally saw Xin Zhuo's thoughts and couldn't help shouting in panic.
late!
"Puff puff……"
The heads of the four warriors from the Song family except Song Dongxi and the seven warriors from the Yuan family except Yuan Yourong and A Da fell to the ground in an instant.
