Monk Duan Peng stood next to Lin Zhong with great momentum.
Qian Sanmao glanced at the three people in front of him and frowned.
"You bitch, I've blinded your eyes!"
"Which of you from the top of the mountain dares to touch the bad luck of our Shuanghu Mountain!"
Tang Dahu looked at the three people in front of him and really couldn't pay any attention to them. There were no less than forty or fifty brothers behind him and he could knock down the three people in front of him just by picking out a few.
Lin Zhong smiled. He was not wearing Eighth Route Army clothes today, so it seemed that he was regarded as a bandit.
"You must be the head of Shuanghu Mountain." Lin Zhong raised his head and glanced at Tang Dahu.
"That's right, it's me. Today is the day of my wedding. I don't want to see any blood. It's okay to get out now. But if you don't leave, believe it or not, I will let you three stay here forever!"
As he spoke, Tang Dahu thrust the nine-ring sword behind him heavily into the ground!
Lin Zhong's eyes became colder and colder. Without saying a word, he only made a gesture to the monk.
The monk bared his teeth and smiled, "Hey, don't worry, leave it to me."
Duan Peng then moved a chair for Lin Zhong and sat at the door, watching the monk come forward.
The monk shook his head from side to side to relax his muscles.
"Hey, you're the boss of some bullshit, aren't you?"
"Okay, stop talking nonsense to me and come on. If you can knock me down, it's all thanks to your ability."
The monk stood in the center of the courtyard with his bare hands.
Inside the house, Lin Chong's family of three swallowed their saliva as they watched this scene.
"Brother Chong, he is so brave..."
"He won't want to fight dozens of them. I'm afraid."
Shen Sisi hugged Zhang Fugui and Lin Chong tightly again.
Lin Chong was also sweating all over and panicking.
It's over, I'm afraid it's really over now...
"Does this bald guy think he is Qiao Feng from the Beggar Clan? He's beating up dozens of them..."
...
The monks in the courtyard looked at the bandits in front of them and did not take them seriously at all. The bandits were carrying the guys one by one and looked fierce, but in terms of their skills, they were really not impressive.
As long as the monk doesn't use his gun and has the confidence to defeat twenty single-handedly, Duan Peng will still be among the twenty or so left.
Tang Dahu's face was full of anger, and he looked up at the monk fiercely.
"In this world, there are really some people who are not afraid of death."
"I understand. It's the custom in your village to compete in martial arts to pick up a bride, right? Okay, I agree with you."
"But if my people are in trouble for you later and you are blocking my way, don't blame me for being rude."
"Third brother! Go and beat this kid down."
Qian Sanmao cupped his hands and said, "Yes, brother."
"Hey, boy, remember, my name is Qian Sanmao, and people in the world call me Iron Fist Asan. Any pig weighing less than 400 kilograms will fall down if I punch it!"
The monk scratched his head, feeling like he remembered someone saying something similar...
"You bitch, don't brag so loudly that you can't even catch three moves after practicing for a while."
The north wind blew. Goodbye, the two of them were already standing in the center of the yard.
Lin Zhong sat on the chair with a relaxed look on his face, as if he was just watching this as a show.
Duan Peng looked at Qian Sancao carefully and said in a low voice: "Brigadier, it is not difficult to see that Qian Sancao is a good practitioner of his wife's handwriting skills."
"Look at his bottom plate which is extremely stable."
"What do you think, Brigadier?"
Lin Zhong paused, looked at it slightly, and said calmly: "Let's open it at 37."
Duan Peng nodded, "Absolutely, seven for the monk and three for him."
Lin Zhong shook his head, "No, it was the monk who punched three times and he split in seven seconds."
Duan Peng: "..."
In the center of the courtyard, the monk just stood there and let Qian Sancai look at him.
Qian Sanmao circled the monk two or three times but couldn't find any weakness.
"This kid seems to be a practicing master too." Qian Sanmao murmured.
Tang Dahu couldn't sit still for a while, "Hey, third child, please hurry up, my wife is still waiting in the room!"
"Yes, Third Master, beat this kid down quickly!"
"Third Master, beat him down!"
"Third Master!"
"Third Master!"
"Third Master!"
...
A group of young men behind him raised their knives and shouted.
Seeing the situation, Qian Sancai couldn't hold off any longer, and immediately roared: "Boy, you're going to die!"
He stepped forward with a stab and punched towards the door.
The monk dodged to the right, then followed up and swept the monk's legs.
"Hey, bald guy, you know how to kick? Then let me show you what real kicking is!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qian San raised his legs and walked away in front of the monk.
There was a bit of disdain on the monk's face, "Boy, are you still a master of my profession with just this kicking technique?"
"You didn't know where you were when I was practicing leg exercises on the mountain gate."
In the end, Qian Sangui's legs didn't even touch the monk's hair.
Finally, the monk found the right opportunity and kicked Qian Sanmao two or three meters away.
puff!
Qian Sanmao couldn't hold back the last mouthful of blood that flew to the ground.
At this time, the monk's legs had not yet fallen down. He smiled and patted his thigh, "Boy, you can see clearly. With this kick, a wild boar weighing less than 500 kilograms fell directly to the ground."
"Third brother!" Tang Dahu was shocked and gritted his teeth angrily.
"You bastard!"
A group of young men went over to support Qian Sanmao, but he probably had at least three or four broken ribs.
The monk patted his shiny forehead and said, "Hey, boy, he can't do it either. Why don't you play with grandpa for a while?"
"You are looking for death!" Tang Dahu was completely angered and immediately took out a gun from his waist.
boom!
The next moment, before Tang Dahu could lift the gun, Lin Zhong shot the gun out of his hand.
Tang Dahu stared at Lin Zhong with wide eyes, "You...you actually have a gun!"
"No! You, who the hell are you!"
"Brothers, get your dick quickly!"
At one time, more than a dozen guns, twenty or thirty knives were pointed at Lin Zhong.
Lin Zhong patted the dust on his body and said calmly: "If you put down all the guns now, there may be a way to survive, otherwise no one will be able to leave here alive."
Tang Dahu can see that these people in front of him are definitely tough, but with so many people in his hands, how can he still be afraid of you? Nonsense!
"Boy, no matter what kind of thing you are today, if I don't kill you today, Shuanghushan will stop wandering around on the street!"
"Can you beat me? Being able to beat me is of no use. You need to be assertive when you come out to hang out!"
"Brothers, come on, let me capture this kid alive first. I want to interrogate what kind of thing this kid is!"
Tang Dahu roared and all the younger brothers were about to attack in groups.
Lin Zhong: "Monk Duan Peng, come in quickly!"
"yes!"
"yes!"
The next second, Lin Zhong pressed the mine detonator.
boom!
Bang bang bang!
...
For a time, the bombed soil in the courtyard was splashed, and even the walls of the courtyard were blown to pieces on both sides.
"Damn it! Brother, we were ambushed!"
"Let's go!"
Tang Dahu rolled out of the courtyard two times in a row. Looking back, he looked back at the forty or fifty brothers in the courtyard and only a dozen of them escaped.
Everyone was blown to pieces.
"Master, we were ambushed."
tUi! Tang Dahu spat, "I failed this time. Where did the landmine come from in the yard!"
"The people inside are definitely not from the Road, they are from the Eighth Route Army!"
"Let's go find my cousin!"
When leaving, Tang Dahu held the door open and shouted.
"Inside, if you really have the guts, just wait for me. I'll go call someone!"
In the courtyard.
The monk's eyes were fierce, "Brigadier, they broke down even if I was asked to go out!"
Just as he was about to leave, Lin Zhong pulled him back, "No, let them go."
“Stretch the line and catch the big fish!”
The monk stopped and said, "Brigadier, that bitch just said to call someone, can the three of us still stand it..."
Lin Zhong looked disdainfully, "Calling someone?"
"Monk, do you think he is the only one who has one of us?"
