Chapter 6 Good Hand

Just after a while, the situation on the field has changed again. The old servant of the Yue family was still unbearable with the Chinese army, and Mrs. Yue still chased the thieves and killed them, but the situation of the owner of the Yue family and Lao San was reversed. The middle-aged man seemed to suddenly hit the wind and twitched inexplicably. His fists were no longer strong, and he was immediately forced into danger by the third brother.

The old servant of the Yue family found the situation here and wanted to rescue him. However, the Chinese army is not an ordinary person. At present, there is a fierce chase and fierce beating, entangling the old servant like a shadow, not allowing him to have a trace of free time. The only thing he can do is to open his mouth and shout: "Madam--"

Mrs Yue was killed. When she heard the words, she looked back and saw the scene of her husband being punched in the shoulder by Lao Sanyi.

"Brother Hai!" Her eyes were about to crack and she almost vomited blood, so she regretted why she chased so far away and tried her best to step back. However, no matter how fast she is, how can she be faster than the third brother's fist?

The owner of the Yue family was beaten so that his whole body was tilted to one side, barely raising his arm to open Lao San's left hand, but the door was also open, exposing his defenseless chest to the other party. Lao San caught up, with a ferocious smile on his face, and punched the man in the chest.

"No--" At this time, my husband-in-law ran halfway and almost fainted when he saw this scene.

Is everything too late?

A machete appeared between the third and the middle-aged man out of thin air, blocking this punch. At this time of calling, the figure of the teenager finally appeared. He held the machete, put his left hand in palm, and exchanged more than ten moves with Lao San face to face.

In the shadows of your fists, Lao San suddenly stepped back two steps and looked at the inconspicuous opponent in front of him, with an extremely solemn look on his face.

"Young man has good skills!" The head of the Yue family behind Qin Yan praised in a hoarse voice, and then spit out a big mouthful of blood, shaking his body and almost falling down.

Mrs Yue rushed to him, held him, and asked urgently, "Brother Hai, how are you?"

After relaxing, the owner of the Yue family could no longer speak and reluctantly raised his finger to his chest. Mrs. Yue looked at it doubtfully. After hesitating for a moment, she tore open the shirt on the man's chest. A small square box fell to the ground and covered the bullet to one side. A large stream of black smoke rolled out of the box, and there was a pungent smell.

This is exactly the box with "three thousand silver tickets" sent by Lao San.

After the box fell off, the man looked much better. He gasped a few times and stared at the third brother and scolded, "Shameless!"

Lao San ignored him, only stared at Qin Yan in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Your Excellency dares to hold my Liangzi of Heifeng Mountain, can you tell me your name?"

Qin Yan sneered: "People who are about to die, why do you ask more?" With his right wrist, the machete in his hand suddenly flew out with a streamer.

Although this knife light is shot face to face, its rapid momentum is rare in the third year of his life. He suddenly turned his head and felt a cold wind blowing across his face, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. And the teenager did not let go and clapped his hands together.

Lao San was also aroused with fierceness in his heart and did not dodge. He raised his fist to face the teenager's palm. The fists banged at each other, and the two trembled, feeling as if they had hit a mountain peak, and the boundless pressure surged.

Lao San was secretly shocked and only felt strange. The teenager in front of him looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his internal strength is not below him. I don't know how he practiced. While doubting, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the young man's mouth slightly raised, as if he was mocking his ignorance.

Lao San was angry and suddenly felt something wrong. His cold hair roots stood up behind him. The experience of birth and death over the years made him feel the arrival of danger. He wanted to withdraw his fist and retreat, preferring to get rid of some internal injuries. Unexpectedly, there was a stickiness in the other party's palm, which made him unable to stop and frightened.

"Kka!" A machete shot in his back and penetrated his chest, which made him feel cold.

Lao San's eyes were wide open, staring straight at the smiling teenager in front of him, almost tearing his eyes.

Darkness came from all sides and gradually occupied his vision. He soon couldn't see anything. The wind in his ear is low, like the approaching footsteps of a ghost in the underworld.

Qin Yan withdrew his palm and retreated, and Lao San's body fell in front of him, with his eyes still staring at his feet.

Qin Yan turned around with some disgust and saw the stunned Yue couple.

Lao San felt that he had died aggrievedly, but the Yue couple saw it seriously. The machete the teenager had already shot on the eight-armed goddess statue, but it was suddenly pulled back by a force and was inserting into the back of the third brother. It's really not wrong to die under such a magic skill.

The owner of the Yue family reacted and hugged his fist and said, "In Xiayue Sihai, thank you for saving my life. Dare to ask if the young hero is the descendant of Jiulongfeng Ling Jianxian?

"Kowloon Peak?" Qin Yan was slightly stunned, and then nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Qin Yan, the teacher is not a real person."

Kowloon Peak is famous, and his disciples are the best in the Three Kingdoms. Qin Yan's master, the blood wolf monk, hates and is jealous of the world's first master who does not move. He often instills the concept of "the old thing is a despicable and shameless villain" to his disciples. When Qin Yan heard and witnessed it, the name of "unmoving a real person" blurted out. However, the imperial art of this door and the imperial swordsmanship of Jiulongfeng do have something in common, and it should not be easy to be exposed by pretending.

Yue Sihai and his wife were moved by the words: "Qin Shaoxia is actually a disciple of a real person." Jiulongfeng stands on a wall and is extraordinary. Each generation has only three or two disciples to travel down the mountain, but they are the most outstanding talents in the world. Ordinary people are rare to see it. It is a great honor to see it, and everyone will have the capital to brag in the future.

Mrs Yue's face was full of respect and asked, "Isn't Qin Shaoxia the brother of the jade fairy?" The jade fairy is the representative of this generation of Jiulongfeng disciples walking in the world. She has made a reputation in Lanhua and is the object of countless famous children.

However, not long after Qin Yan came out of the devil's door, he knew nothing about this jade fairy. He only said that there were so many fairies in the world. He was afraid that he would be exposed under Mrs. Yue's questioning and coughed a few times, "You two, it's not the time to chat now!"

Yue Sihai woke up and shouted, "Yes, the culprit of the Chinese army has not been killed yet!" He turned his face and saw that the old servant could not stand with the Chinese army, so he wanted to run up to help, but he was pulled by Mrs. Yue.

"If you have an injury, you'd better take a good time to avoid leaving a disease. Just leave it to me!" Mrs. Yue whispered in his ear and walked towards the Chinese army with her sword. Qin Yan thought for a moment and followed him.

Seeing that the third brother was dead, Hua Jun had long wanted to escape for his life, but he was entangled by the old servant of the Yue family and had no chance to breathe. He watched the two people gather around, and his eyes couldn't help but look a little crazy.

Qin Yan sensed something wrong, raised his arm to stop Mrs. Yue and shouted, "Wait."

The Chinese army suddenly stopped, raised his head in a strange posture, and made a sad scream in his mouth. A bright red luster came out of his body and burned like a flame.

The old servant slapped him when he was stiff, but he didn't move like a rock, which made his wrist numb. He was also a well-informed person. Knowing that the Chinese army was going to burn its internal strength to fight against trapped beasts, he quickly took two steps back.

The Chinese army roared like a lone wolf, and his clothes were torn, revealing the seriously deformed red muscles. His face was also squeezed out of countless wrinkles by the powerful force, and blood penetrated from it. In a blink of an eye, he has become a monster that is not human or ghostly.

Everyone present felt the approaching crisis. After the Chinese army became such a monster, the momentum emitted was ten times stronger than before, giving the three people facing him a creepy sense of horror.

Qin Yan's heart moved, and suddenly remembered that the current appearance of the Chinese army is very similar to a skill in this school. After using this skill, the power of the caster can be increased several times in a short period of time, at the cost of being extremely weak in the following month. For some dangerous situations, this skill is very practical.

Each person in the magic gate is limited to practice one technique, and it is only allowed to practice other skills after great success. Qin Yan was the only exception. He practiced imperial art and blood skills at the same time, but he was not embarrassed by the master. The reason is that Han Xuegong is too difficult, and no one has ever practiced to achieve great success in the past hundred years. If it is not supplemented by imperial art, it has no power to protect itself. In addition to these two, Qin Yan also secretly learned some simple practical skills, but he did not know the Chinese army's technique that can improve his skills in a short time.

"If I learn this skill, won't I be able to settle accounts with the hateful butterfly fairy?" He thought secretly and quietly moved back several steps. If the rumor is true, then you can be ready to run away. Just kidding, the Chinese army, ten times more powerful, has reached the peak of the locality alone, who can resist it! I will run for a while and come back when the crazy time of this guy is over. At that time, the Chinese army will be a soft egg that can be kneaded and pinched flat. Isn't the skill?

Mr. Yue, Mrs. Yue, and this old servant uncle, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't talk about friendship, but the enemy is too strong. I will retreat first to preserve my living power, and come back to avenge you later!

At this moment, he saw Mrs. Yue take out a wooden box-shaped thing, play with it in her hand a few times, and lift it to her chest. It was a five-inch-long and wide flat box, painted with red paint, and a dark round tube stretched out from the front end. Somehow, Qin Yan felt a chill at first sight of this thing for no reason.

Mrs. Yue held this flat box and pointed the round tube at the Chinese army, who was still beating his chest and howling to the sky. She scolded, "Treacher, go to hell!"

"Bum!" There was a tremor, and a streamer shot out of the round tube.

Time seemed to freeze, and the posture of the Chinese army with teeth and claws was fixed there. The Chinese army lowered their eyes with difficulty and found that there was a big hole in their chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain. His body trembled, and the red flames around him quickly extinguished. With a bang, the leader of a generation of robbers fell down forever.

Mrs. Yue breathed a sigh of relief and turned to her husband. A difficult smile appeared on her pale face: "Thanks to the burning dragon crossbow sent by General Luo, I didn't expect it to come in handy so soon!"