"Xin Zhuo, the grandson of the bandits, was humble and humble, did not know the laws of the court and the right way in the world, and opposed the government and repeatedly captured hostages.

A yellow-haired child, who is performing martial arts and doing evil things, is not tolerated by heaven and earth, and a big rat still has its own fur, but you have no manners to do humanity and do not punish yourself to thank the world, so how can you have the face to survive in the world?

No father or mother, a rural mixed man, does not know the Four Books and Five Classics, does not understand the Seven Classics and Eight Meanings, rotten wood cannot be carved, and a wall of dung cannot be ruined!

You are unfaithful, filial, unkind and unrighteous, unscrupulous, and unscrupulous, and all the snakes and rats will be punished, and you will be extremely humble…”

The speaker is a white-bearded old man with a majestic face and a moral body, speaking in a constant manner and scolding.

There was a silence on the mountain and down the mountain.

This old man's words cannot be said to be of any technical content, nor is it the three-character classic that is rogue in the market, but the scolding is ugly and harsh, which makes people belittle them to the dust.

Killing people is just a pity. This kind of curse is really a bit too much, but... it seems that there is nothing wrong with scolding bandits.

There are people who hate Xin Zhuo very much, such as Su Zefeng, who can't help but applaud.

There are also silent waits and watches like Shangguan Fanqing and others.

Su Miaojin frowned slightly, thinking of saying something, but she really had nothing to say.

Cui Yinger and others on the mountain were shaking all over, their faces changed and changed, obviously they were angry.

"Big boss!"

Murong Xiu frowned and approached Xin Zhuo, introducing: "It is the elder brother of the head of the Song family, the grandfather of Song Dongxitang, and the old man Song Mulian."

Xin Zhuo didn't make a sound, but his legs stopped shaking, his waist and back were straight, and there was a look on his face that no one could understand.

To be honest, when I saw so many people coming, my mind was already fading in controlling the spirit sacrifice. It felt a bit messy. After all, there were so many people and were too silly. How to solve the problem calmly or leave is the bottom line.

His thoughts have not changed now, and he can even curse back: "A man with a long-haired man, an old thief, let's talk nonsense in front of me..." He tried his best to speak.

But it feels really unnecessary and boring.

After a moment of silence, he waved his hand and said, "Dagui went to see the rivers of Houshan and promised to leave. Jiulang and Lao Bai took some people from the Tiger Village to bring Murong Lei and the four masters."

"yes!"

Several people left in a hurry.

At this moment, the old man at the foot of the mountain suddenly stopped cursing, and stopped very suddenly, as if he was about to reach a high time, and it ended inexplicably, which made people feel unhappy.

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 his five fingers with his right hand, bent slightly, flicked lightly, and shot out five flying needles with silver light.

The five silver needles emitted a silver red color all over the body, and flashed with a strange cold light in the sun, which was obviously harshly poisonous.

At this moment, two needles were placed on the ground, one needle on the left, one needle on the right, and one needle on the top, silently, heading straight to Xin Zhuo's death points up, down, left and right, and between the five eyebrows.

He actually made a sneak attack with one blow.

There are people with great eyesight at the foot of the mountain, and there is a stir.

Murong Xiu also saw it and exclaimed: "It's Yuan Sanye's soul-snatching magic needle!"

"Do not to the boss!"

Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang didn't see clearly, but after reminding, they pounced in front of Xin Zhuo almost at the same time, using their bodies to block the needle.

At this deadly moment, Xin Zhuo frowned and quickly grabbed a few stones. His figure flashed in front of Cui Ying'er's two daughters. His fair and slender right hand turned mysteriously and strangely, then he flicked it away with force.

Xiao Xin's flying knife!

Use stone instead of flying knives.

The name of the thief was second, but it was not at all. Seven hard stones drew seven black cold lights, and even the air was rippling.

"Swish swish swish swish swish..."

Five of them faced each other and met five silver needles.

"Bang bang bang..."

In the air, stones hit the silver needle, making bursts of objects shattering.

The stones shattered and the stone powder fell all over the floor.

The silver needle bent and fell to the ground in a depressed manner.

However, two extra stones ran to the old man of the Song family who was scolding, and to the third master Yuan San who used the silver needle.

This sudden hidden weapon, countermeasure, only happened in a short moment.

The ordinary people at the foot of the mountain looked lonely. The eighty-nine-grade warriors were a little confused, but those with high realm were shocked.

Finally someone reacted and shouted: "Uncle Song, Master Yuan San should avoid it!"

It's too late!

The old man who was swearing was practicing classics and classics throughout his life, and his martial arts was only at the eighth level. Perhaps this time he came here to curse people. At this time, he had to move his right foot quickly and was hit hard by a stone on his forehead.

Bang!

The neck was driven by force, and he suddenly leaned back, his body flew back, and the three of them fell heavily to the ground. His forehead was filled with blood, and his eyes were closed, and he didn't know life or death.

The third master Yuan reacted very quickly and pulled out a crescent moon sword to block the stone with the knife.

"when!"

The stone shattered, the blade broke, and three steps in a row. The tiger's mouth exploded, and his face turned pale.

There was a dead silence.

Cui Ying'er closed her eyes and waited for death, Han Qiniang opened her eyes with a confused look on her face.

Murong Xiu looked at Xin Zhuo in horror. When did the boss know the hidden weapon? He was so clever?

The dark crowd at the foot of the mountain was also at a loss for a moment.

Whether it was expecting Xin Zhuo to die or some other thoughts, he was shocked by this move.

"Young Master..." Haitang girl was also a martial artist. At this time, the little face was shocked. "This little thief was so shocked that he was so good. The seventh-level realm of Yuan Sanye has been completely resolved. What kind of ghostly hidden weapon technique is this?"

Shangguan Fanqing had a rare serious expression and stared at Xin Zhuo's right hand: "I can't understand it. In the world, I don't know how to learn miscellaneous stools. Often, a warrior only practices one or two martial arts for life. The clever hidden weapon method requires techniques, the second requires meridian reflex, and the third requires deep and dedicated mental methods to bless you.

It is extremely painful to open up the Three Classics and Five Veins when you get started. Moreover, this path is inconsistent and open, and most people are unwilling to learn it. Xin Zhuo’s swordsmanship is profound and his palms are mysterious. He has practiced hidden weapons to this point, which is more than one level higher than that Master Yuan San!”

Haitang couldn't help but be shocked: "He is still beautiful and has a good literary talent!"

"You have to settle your mind for the jackal, tiger and leopard!" Shangguan Fanqing whispered: "This kind of person looks down on a maid like you!"

"I, I didn't... it was all you said..." Haitang was so angry that he stomped his feet hard.

At this moment, the young masters, ladies and warriors of the four great masters on the mountain were brought over. As soon as they saw the dense crowds of people at the foot of the mountain, they could not make a turn.

"What's this mean?" Murong Lei looked at the foot of the mountain in surprise, then looked at Xin Zhuo again.

Xin Zhuo's face was no longer polite as he had been on his previous few days, and he was too lazy to reply, but just looked at Huang Dagui who was coming from behind.

"Pass!" Huang Dagui lowered his voice, referring to the rapid flow of the river in the back mountain, and no one thought that he could run away there.

"Very good!" Xin Zhuo nodded and made a gesture.

Cui Ying'er and his group understood it, and immediately took a group of Tiger Village minions and kicked the back knees of the four young masters, ladies and warriors.

In the past few days, in order to prevent them from recovering from force, they caused trouble. They added a little bit of bone-blocking and soft muscles to the meal. At this moment, they could not raise a trace of true energy and were kicked down.

Yuan Yourong, Song Dongxi and others were furious: "Xin Zhuo, what do you mean? Didn't you agree to let us go?"

Kneel down in front of so many people, and the humiliation of this life has penetrated into the bones.

Xin Zhuo still ignored it and just waved his hand heavily: "Chun!"

"King Xin, wait!"

Someone at the foot of the mountain finally saw Xin Zhuo’s thoughts and couldn’t help but shout in panic.

It's too late!

"Puff puff puff..."
Chapter completed!