38-Clarence caravan

38—Clarence caravan

Mo Fan, with his head tilted, is thinking that after reshaping the parasite after entering the city, should he first find a pub to drink a little wine, and then rob Jon's laboratory by the way. It's better to get a few carriages or something, bring some necessary goods for travel, and then find two servants to wait on. A free life that can only be enjoyed by the clan.

"When can we live such a free life!" For the longing for a better future, Mo Fan felt very comfortable, and he couldn't help but hang a harmless smile on his face. But at this time, he heard a very unpleasant and harsh noise.

Barcek, the leader of the robbery team, who failed to rob the caravan and fled, was in a decadent mood. As soon as he saw someone who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, he was blocking his way, and it was a little beggar with ragged clothes and exuding a stench of extreme smell. Suddenly, he felt that he had been provoked, waved the broad sword in his hand mercilessly, and angrily cut at Mo Fan, who was blocking the way.

"You don't know what to do, get out of the way!" Bassek roared, and the broad sword with both hands in his hand hit Mo Fan's head fiercely. That fierce and decisive momentum seemed to be because of Mo Fan's appearance, which led to the failure of his mission. Now only by removing him into eight pieces can we relieve the hatred in our hearts.

"Nima! Is that bastard so eye-opening?" Mo Fan, who was awakened by the noise, opened his eyes very unpleasantly. The first thing he saw was a tough middle-aged man who rushed to himself majestically.

"Nima! What does this guy want to do? Who did I provoke?" Just when Mo Fan, with an innocent face, felt strange, then he found a frightening discovery that in the hands of this big man, he was still waving a wide sword with cold hands.

When Mo Fan saw the broad sword with both hands shining in the cold light facing the morning sun, it was splitting at him with the sound of "wuffing" wind. It seemed that he would not cut himself to death with the sword, so he vowed not to stop. At this moment, someone was really angry.

"Wh! Is it really easy for me to bully?" A tiger is not powerful, but it doesn't mean that he must be a sick cat. Although Mo Fan, who survives in soul form, does not want to cause trouble and is not afraid of ordinary sword damage, it does not mean that he will be bullied on his head. The current behavior of the blind thief in front of him really angered Mo Fan.

"Nima! Do you really want to die?" Mo Fan was fearless and grabbed the broad sword with both hands split on his face. He was angry and glared at the frosty guy. The man who grabbed the hilt of the sword was reluctant to leave it, staring at a pair of red eyes, and was still secretly trying to pull back the broad sword with both hands.

After successfully grasping the incoming sword with both hands, Mo Fan, who was bullied on his head, was no longer polite. The enraged guy waved his foot mercilessly and kicked Bassac, the head of the Zhongshan thief, which was like a fitness man's angular and strong chest.

"It's not good!" At the moment when Mo Fan raised his leg, Bassak, the head of the mountain thief, realized that it was not good. Before he could make any evasive action, the whip leg with remnants hit him in the chest.

Bassac, who suffered a heavy blow, drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and then smashed several accomplices who followed him to escape for their lives. In an instant, the robbers who rolled over, rolled down and spit blood suddenly paved the wide bluestone road and howled everywhere.

In fact, as early as when Mo Fan grabbed his broad sword with one hand, the head of the mountain thief, Bassac, found that something was wrong. However, out of a man's blood, he did not admit defeat, but stubbornly held the handle of the knife, trying to increase his strength to kill Mo Fan with violence.

Because in Bassek's view, this guy with a foul smell and no fighting spirit just happened to take it. If he had added a little more strength, he would definitely be able to kill this guy who could do nothing.

It was not until he was hit by Mo Fan's tyranny that Bassek, who spit blood and flew out, realized that he seemed to have hit an iron plate. The stinky guy in front of him is a good bully. This guy is obviously a cruel character who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger!

Barcek, who was seriously injured, quickly figured out what it meant. The guy who knew he was invincible held his fists and stared at Mo Fan viciously: "You boy, you have the guts. What you did today, Bassac, the black wind mountain thief group, recorded it. If the mountains don't turn, we will meet again. At that time, I will personally get back my own weapons.

Barcek said, and decisively got up from the road with his hands supporting the bluestone slab, waved his hand to wipe away the blood from the corners of his mouth, looked at the Clarence guard behind him, and looked at Mo Fan's hands and the broad sword in his hand and wanted to leave. But there is such a cheap thing in the world. Even if the people of the Clarence Guard are willing to let him go, Mo Fan, who was enraged, can't let him go like this.

"Nima! How can it be such a cheap thing? Are you the same S13 as me? Mo Fan sneered, rudely blocked the road of the robber leader Bassek, casually threw away the broad sword in his hand, and said coldly, "Why do you have to wait until next time? We haven't finished the account just now! It's not too late for you to leave after we settle the accounts!"

With a crisp sound, the broad sword of Mo Fan's hands thrown to the ground was broken. Looking at the broad sword that was like tempered glass and broken into particles and dregs powder after being hit, Bassak, who was shocked to close his mouth, was completely dumbfounded this time.

Barcerk couldn't know the origin of this broad-handed sword. This broad sword, which was easily destroyed and broken into powder by Mo Fan, is a famous work of Kru Baruch, which is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars!

The toughness of Crew's hands and broad sword, who cut iron like mud, can't easily break its existence even as Bassek himself, who was a samurai in the early third order! However, Mo Fan destroyed the broad sword worth hundreds of thousands of gold in one hand, and it was also destroyed so completely. Then Mo Fan's cultivation is at least above the strongest.

Thinking of this, Bassac, the head of the mountain thief, felt that his soul was trembling, and his tight little heart had already been broken. Although this valuable weapon was accidentally robbed by someone, it is finally his own! Now that he has been destroyed like this, it's no wonder that he doesn't feel sad!

But he was distressed, but Barcek's pale face did not show anything, and even calm and a little scary. Only the strong self-supporting and swaying legs seriously betrayed his fear. What a fair day! Walking on the street and cutting down people casually, they are all strong people with the strongest cultivation. Isn't this too much? If I had known, I should have looked at the almanac or something before going out today.

"How could this happen? When did the existence of the strongest cultivation become a cabbage? How could this happen!!!" It was unfavorable to become a teacher, and he also offended a strong man with the strongest cultivation. The pain in the heart of Basak, who could not close his mouth wide open, was really difficult to end at a glance! He can even think of his tragic end.

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to escape, but I didn't expect things to turn out like this..." At this moment, Bassac, the head of the mountain thief who didn't even have the courage to escape, kept repeating this sentence and stared at the ground and stared at the hundreds of thousands of gold-destroy Kru, which was destroyed by Mo Fan. In the bottom of my heart, I was even vaguely looking forward to the Clarence Guards that they could take back alive. Because only in this way, maybe I may still have a glimmer of life.

At this time, the people of the Clarence Guard finally rushed over and killed several robbers lying on the ground with knives, and then decisively surrounded Mofan and Bassek.

A middle-aged man in the escort, dressed in black and looked fierce, waved the huge axe in his hand and pointed to Mo Fan and shouted arrogantly: "Clarence trade is trying to seize the murderer, and the idle people will all get out of the way. Those who don't listen to persuasion will bear the consequences."

This word fell into Mo Fan's ears, which immediately made him unhappy. His intention to teach Bassak a lesson and then hand it over to the Clarence Business Guard was also dispelled by him at this moment.

"Nima! Threat, this is the threat of red fruit. Who do you think you are? It seems to be like a government servant, and I still need you to teach me what I want to do! What are the consequences? Don't be responsible for your sister! I want to pretend to be N13, but I won't let you go.

Thinking about something, Mo Fan completely ignored Clarence's escort, gently patted Bassek's head, and then took the initiative to get out of the way and said with a pun, "What's wrong with you learning, but you want to learn from others to be the mountain king. Now the arrogance can't change S13! Remember to put the highlights before you do it next time. Don't mess around like an S13. You can't afford to offend some people.

"In addition, don't let me see you arrogant again, or I will beat you once when I see you, so get out of here now!" After Mo Fan emphasized again, regardless of whether the people of the Clarence Business Guard heard it or not, what they would think after listening, he raised his foot and kicked Bassek out.

After doing this, Mo Fan nodded contentedly, pushed away the guards who were a little overwhelmed by him, and then walked along the road as if nothing had happened. From beginning to end, he did not look at the arrogant middle-aged man in black.

"Bastard! Stop for me." Although Mo Fan didn't deliberately say anything, the man in black who was ashamed would not let him go easily. For an arrogant guy, nothing can make him feel more uncomfortable than a slap in the face.

"Where did you come from? Why do I listen to you?" Mo Fan turned around, neither humble nor arrogant, and said with a sneer neither annoyed nor angry, "Hmm... Aren't you going to catch the murderer? Why are you still motionless? Are you afraid of the little mountain thief who only has three-legged cat skills?