Chapter 20 Gained a lot

Qin Bing's must-kill blow, without any hesitation, whether it is the timing or position, is excellent. Such a decisive killer, even Han Fei in front of him, did not expect it. It should be noted that this strength may be related to others, but this heart has a lot to do with age. Han Fei's heart was shocked that a teenager could kill so decisively without any drag and water, or even a trace of fluctuation in his eyes.

"Let me die, and I won't make you feel better!" Knowing that he could not avoid this blow, Han Fei's ferocious nature of the Jiangyang thief was suddenly exposed. He shouted fiercely and did not retreat. He turned over his hand and rushed directly to Qin Bing's chest. His red eyes and bloody cheeks made him look extremely ferocious.

"Puff... Bang..."

Two muffled hums came from the air one after another. Qin Bing's fingers pierced Han Fei's head without hindrance, and Han Fei's palm was also printed on Qin Bing's chest.

"Your body?" Looking at Qin Bing, who was hit by his own palm but did not seem to be suitable at all, Han Fei's eyes were full of doubts.

"You are so naive!" Looking at Han Fei in front of him, Qin Bing said faintly, and immediately reached out and knocked on his chest. Suddenly, a crisp voice came into Han Fei's ear.

Han Fei's eyes quickly blurred, and the palm printed on Qin Bing's chest also hung weakly. Blood foam surged in his eyebrows, but he could not hide the fear in his eyes. A slight voice came to Qin Bing's ears, "Iron..."

Qin Bing looked at Han Fei, who fell to the ground, and his face did not change at all. In a short time, he knew the character of the middle-aged man in front of him. The best way is to kill the person who must be reported.

It was only when Han Fei realized that he died that Qin Bing actually had a load on his body. If he had found this matter when he was facing his palm earlier, Han Fei would never dare to fight with Qin Bing, but the world did not regret selling medicine.

"Look at what's in this guy's bag that can block my finger!" Although Qin Bing's "King Kong is not bad magic power" has been cultivated to the third level, Han Fei's palm just now still caused some slight shocks in his inner strength. Fortunately, he has already been copper and iron bones. When bearing this palm, the power that can be transmitted to the inner part is only about 30%, and such power is still borne by Qin Bing. Scope. If it were a little higher, I'm afraid Qin Bing would not dare to resist. After Han Fei's attack, he became more confident in this "King Kong's not bad magic skill".

"Iron block?" Looking for a while from Han Fei's revenge, Qin Bing actually found only a dark iron-like thing, which was not light. Although it was not big, it was still heavy.

"Hmm!" Qin Bing's true breath poured into his fingertips without reservation and suddenly pinched the iron in his hand.

"Oh, is it really a good thing?" Seeing that it was an iron block without any damage, Qin Bing was secretly happy.

It should be noted that with his current strength, even the iron will be deformed, and the fine steel may leave traces, but this dark iron block has not changed at all.

Put away the iron block and plan to take it back to Qinjiazhuang and ask Qin Zheng to help him see it. Although he has lived in Qinjiazhuang for more than six years, Qin Bing does not know much about iron ore knowledge. He can't recognize the dark iron block in front of him. After looking over and over Han Fei's body for a while, Qin Bing suddenly had a lot of things in his hand.

"No, this old guy is so rich?" After carefully calculating the silver and gold tickets, Qin Bing couldn't help but feel a little excited. Han Fei actually had nearly 100,000 taels of silver!

100,000 taels! Qinjiazhuang's annual income is only 1,000 taels, and his luck is only 2,000 taels, which is not a normal consumption. These 100,000 taels are almost the money that Qinjiazhuang has only saved for 100 years. Qin Bing's family is also relatively rich in Qinjiazhuang, and their annual income is only dozens of taels of silver. That is, in recent years, because of the emergence of Qin Bing, the village has decided to subsidize 20 taels of silver to the Qin Bing family every year! Twenty-two, 100,000 two, it will take 500 years to save!

In fact, Qin Bing underestimated Han Fei's money and silver. If he hadn't been in a hurry to escape this time, he would have 200,000 taels. Of course, it was absolutely impossible for a warrior similar to him to have such an income. However, he has been a Jiangyang thief for decades, and he still has this savings.

"I'm rich!" Qin Bing looked at the silver ticket in her hand and smiled in her heart.

In fact, Qin Bing is not a person who loves money very much. As the head of the Qin family in his previous life, he never ignored the family's business. But there is a good saying: money is not everything, but it is impossible without money. Qin Bing has a profound understanding of this in this life. If he has the wealth of his previous life, I'm afraid that he will have to be much stronger at this moment. After all, on the way to practice, weapons, elixirs and secrets all need money. Once there is enough financial support, as long as the qualifications are not too poor, how can there be no achievements?

Just as Qin Bing was about to leave, there was a rapid sound of breaking the air in the dense forest not far away.

"Someone is coming, or three!" Qin Bing's hand moved slowly and frowned slightly. Because of the cultivation of the Three Classics of Shaolin, Qin Bing's six knowledge is far stronger than ordinary martial arts people.

"Kung fu is not weak. Is it the same as Han Fei?" The sound getting closer and closer in his ears, such a speed obviously could not be achieved by ordinary people, and Qin Bing soon guessed.

It's no wonder that Qin Bing has such a guess. Qinjiazhuang is not big or small, but Qin Bing has seen such a master for the first time in so many years, and then three masters came. It's not surprising to have such an idea.

The first two shadows and two shadows soon appeared in Qin Bing's eyes, led by a beautiful man. The man's eyes swept in the direction of Qin Bing, and his body suddenly accelerated a little.

" miso...s"

Before Qin Bing could speak, the beautiful man had come to Qin Bing, waved the long sword around his waist, and a silver light went straight to Qin Bing's door.

"Damn it, I really think it's easy to bully!" Qin Bing, who had been waiting to ask about the origin of the other party, saw that the beautiful man did not say a word, drew his sword and stabbed him, and the anger in his heart suddenly gushed out.

Qin Bing's palm was grasped, and the true air in his body instantly poured into the long gun, and immediately came out to meet the sword light of the beautiful man.

"Ding..."

"Bad! The barrel of the gun can't stand it!" Qin Bing's face, who held the long gun, changed slightly. The barrel of the gun that had been damaged in the battle with Han Fei just now collided with the sword of the beautiful man, and suddenly a slight cracking sound came out. Immediately, the whole barrel turned into two pieces, and the wood chips flew over. Decisively gave up the gun in his hand, Qin Bing's pupils tightened, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to meet the long sword.

"What?" In the shocked eyes of the beautiful man and the other two, Qin Bing's index and middle fingers tightly clamped the tip of the sword.

At this moment, Qin Bing is also relieved. Although he has cultivated the third level of "King Kong's magic power", he is not sure that he can prevent the sword in the hand of this beautiful man. Because of this divine soldier, Qin Bing had no choice but to take the risk of clamping the tip of the other party's sword. Fortunately, although the other party was strong, his combat experience was not as rich as Qin Bing's.

Qin Bing, who held the tip of the sword in his right hand, did not relax at all. As soon as he turned his left hand, he slapped the other party's chest.

At such a close distance, Qin Bing's palm wind came in a blink of an eye. At this time, the beautiful man also reacted and quickly raised his hand to meet Qin Bing's palm wind.

"Bum..."

A muffled hum came, and the two figures separated in an instant.

"It's not that easy to leave!" Qin Bing also made a lot of anger today. He sneered in his heart. The five fingers of his right hand changed, and his index finger were empty, and a sharp momentum shot straight back to the beautiful man's chest.

"Wo!"

The beautiful man was obviously not easy to be. Hearing this empty sound, the long sword in his hand hurriedly protected his chest.

"Ding!" Buzz!"

A crisp sound came out, and a slight buzz came from the sword in the hand of the beautiful man, and the sword body kept shaking.

"What a powerful finger!" The beautiful man's face changed slightly, and the true breath in his body poured into the sword in an instant, and then the trembling sword finally calmed down.

"Brother!" At the same time, Xu Lang and another man behind the beautiful man also rushed to his side quickly.

"This person's strength is not weak!" A trace of solemnity flashed in the beautiful man's eyes and whispered to the man beside him, "Luo Ping, go up and try him!"

The man with a simple knife around his waist nodded when he heard the words. As soon as he stepped under his feet, he stood in front of the beautiful man, held the simple knife at his waist with his right hand, and looked at Qin Bing on the opposite side.

"Another one!" Qin Bing's face remained unchanged, but he did not dare to be careless. After all, it was not a simple thing for him to break out the siege alone. Wearing the pair of snow silk gloves just got from Han Fei's hand, Qin Bing also looked carefully at the three people opposite him.

"Snow silk gloves?" When the beautiful man saw Qin Bing's gloves, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he thought that this snow silk gloves were the famous weapon of the "sacred hand" Han Fei. How could they fall into the hands of the boy in front of him?

Luo Ping's body suddenly shot out like a cannonball. In the blink of an eye, he came to Qin Bing's body. I don't know when the knife on his waist was pulled out and hit Qin Bing's forehead with a knife. Luo Ping's knife method is ordinary, just a direct hit, but extremely fast and fierce.

"This man's knife is not weak!" Just at a glance, Qin Bing knew that this man must have been studying swordsmanship for many years. Although it was plain, it blocked all Qin Bing's retreats. Such a knife is indeed rare!

If Qin Bing in front of him is really just a teenager in the world, he may only be forced to fight with Luo Ping, but Qin Bing, who has 20 years of experience in his previous life, knows that if he really fights with Luo Ping, I'm afraid he will face Luo Ping's stormy attack next.

Finding the flaw of Luo Ping's attack, Qin Bing smiled, slightly sided his body, dodged Luo Ping's straight knife, and slapped Luo Ping's chest.

Looking at Qin Bing, who avoided his blow, Luo Ping couldn't help but be stunned. Immediately, the Pu Dao in his hand was across his chest to protect the key points.

"Bum!"

A low sound came out, and Luo Ping's body couldn't help stepping back a few steps under Qin Bing's palm. At this moment, his hands holding Pu Dao also trembled slightly.

"What a great palm!" Luo Ping felt a little numb in his hands, and his heart was also extremely shocked.