With the arrival of middle-aged people, dozens of people came out one after another, and their expressions were extremely unfriendly.

It was also at this time that Wei Xia discovered that there was a wide hole in the middle of the stone wall behind the corner, and it was from that hole that these people came out.

Moreover, with "weapons"!

Shovels, shovels, forks, pickaxes, hoes, ......

Only one old guy is more normal, with a smooth and moist cane in his hand, and he has a very dignified and dignified demeanor of an elder.

"Young man, don't hide it, tell your purpose!" the old man said slowly, walking to the front of the crowd.

"Purpose?heh~ I want to say that I came in by mistake, I guess you won't believe it!" Wei Xia spread his hands, chuckled, and simply admitted:

"Okay! I'm here for Dragon's Whiskers!"

The old man bowed slightly, nodded and said:

"Sure enough, it's for the dragon's beard!

It's been two thousand years, and our Wang family has become the guardian of the dragon's beard grass for two thousand years!

Today, it finally has a place to use!"

I saw that the old man became more and more excited the more he spoke, and in the end, he was in tears, looking sad and angry.

After the old man's sensationalism, the rest of the people also became excited, and even the various "weapons" in their hands emitted bright or dark silver-white light.

Wei Xia's expression became solemn.

The time span of two thousand years and the glowing weapons put him under great pressure.

There must be no smelting place at the bottom of the deep sea, these agricultural tools and weapons must have been brought in from the outside world, how can ordinary iron tools be preserved for thousands of years?

Either it's corroded and rusty, or it's worn out and won't be used at all!

Or......

Those who use these weapons are perennially infused with internal force in them!

It is precisely because of the internal force infused over the years that the iron farming tools will emit this silvery-white light when they are blessed with internal force.

Dozens of people, all of them martial artists with internal strength!

Wei Xia didn't dare to be careless, and said very cautiously:

"Old man, with all due respect, two thousand years of waiting, just to wait for me......

Seriously, I was very touched and honored, but I didn't dare to accept it easily!

I'm willing to pay for it, pay for it, okay?"

The old guy on the other side didn't care what Wei Xia said, continued to maintain the passion of poetry recitation, and said to himself:

"Ahh

Think about how glorious our ancestors used to be, the lineage of King Ling of the Great Zhou, and the descendants of General Wang Jian......

It's sixty-nine generations now!

Alas, I spent 2,000 years at the bottom of the sea. ”

The old man is damn not dead, and he has mobilized everyone's emotions, which can really be described as exciting~

"Patriarch, kill him! Protect the Dragon's Whisker Grass, this is our mission!"

"Such a petty man, killing him is not enough to appease our anger!"

"Poor little gold... He died at the hands of such an outsider. ”

"Protect the dragon's beard grass! Avenge the little gold!"

……

……

The sense of mission that has been suppressed for two thousand years has made these guys eager to prove the meaning of their existence, and they almost want to dismantle Wei Xia without asking any questions.

"Don't worry! we must get things straight!" the old man waved his hand and suppressed the shouts of the crowd.

"Make the yarn clear!" Wei Xia scolded in his heart.

Even Wang Qian, the general of the Qin Dynasty, has come out, how hard is the background of these people?

I thought they were all sons and daughters of China, and when they met their old acquaintances in a foreign country here, not to mention the warm reception, at least they had to be warm and polite, right?

I have taken you as my countrymen, but you want to kill me......

"Old man, old man, you have to let people talk, right?

First of all, I really don't know what's going on with Xiao Jinzi, don't just rely on the strength of the crowd to wronged me.

And then there's the matter of dragon whiskers, if you don't sell it, it's okay if I don't want it, right?"

Of course, Wei Xia has to defend that his desire to survive is extremely inflated at this moment~

"There are so many people, no, no!" the old man chuckled kindly, turned his head, and shouted loudly at dozens of people:

"Sons and daughters of the Wang clan! The time has come to prove whether you are heroes or not! Although we are ploughing at the bottom of the sea, we must not let the world underestimate us!

We are behind the gate! Our martial arts have never been left behind!

It is incumbent upon us to protect the dragon's beard grass and avenge the little gold. But we must not fall into the reputation of one and bully the less!

Sons, who is willing to fight, and who dares to kill this fang?

Stand up bravely!"

"I'm coming!"

"I'm coming!"

"Patriarch, let me come!"

"Grandpa, grandson is willing to fight!"

"Uncle, give him to the little nephew!"

……

……

Dozens of people, none of them admit it, that's really a eager to try~

listened to Wei Xia and was stunned:

When did Huaguo Liangshang become "this fang"? And these guys' self-confidence is too inflated, right? They really treat me as a soft persimmon!

No matter what Wei Xia thought, no one cared about him at all now. Regardless of whether you are a guard or a guard, the only meaning of your existence is... Get killed!

The old man smiled with satisfaction and sighed:

"At a critical juncture, Fang shows his true colors as a man!

The martial arts of the Wang family are still there, and there are successors! Worthy of the reputation of the Jiangmen!"

The old guy seemed to be considering who to fight, his brows furrowed, and after a slight pause, he said in a deep voice:

"Wang Da, Wang Er, Wang San, this important task will be handed over to the three of you! The three battles will determine the victory! The three battles cannot be won, and the dragon beard grass will be handed over!

Prince, Wang Chou, Wang Yin, Wang Mao, next time the heavy task will be handed over to the four of you! The victory will be determined in a battle! If we cannot win a battle, we will not avenge the revenge of the little gold!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

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……

A series of "obedience" echoed in the empty deep seabed, like the sound of killing on the battlefield.

Wei Xia rolled his eyes helplessly:

"It's one thing for the old guy to shout in his mouth, and it's another thing to actually do it, what a chicken thief!

It's obviously a three-person wheel battle followed by a group fight of four to one, why do you say such righteous words??"

As always, no one paid attention to Wei Xia's thoughts.

The sturdy middle-aged man stood up first and said solemnly:

"I'm Wang Da. When you report to the underworld, don't forget to say that you died at the hands of Wang Da!"

After saying that, General Wang paused fiercely with the big hoe in his hand to the ground.

At this time, dozens of people had slowly dispersed, completely surrounding Wei Xia in the middle.

"It seems that I still can't afford to fight!" Wei Xia said with a grin.

Wang Da nodded and replied:

"That's natural! It's useless to talk too much, show your weapons! Let's fight with dignity!"

Looking at the bright big hoe, Wei Xia raised his eyebrows:

"You just think your brother is a one-punch man, no weapons~"

Wei Xia pondered that the middle-aged man on the other side might throw the big hoe aside, and then the two of them fought with their bare hands, so that it could be regarded as a fair and dignified battle.

It was clear that he was thinking too much.

"Okay! In that case, let's take it!" Wang Da didn't say a word of superfluous nonsense, and directly picked up the big hoe and swept it sideways.

"Good your sister!" Wei Xia couldn't stop slandering.

The big hoe had already launched an attack with a silver-white edge, and the wind was gusting, and Wei Xia couldn't help but think about messy things anymore.

"The peak of the late day after tomorrow!'s strength is even higher than that of Yamamoto Dairo!" Wang Da made a move, and Wei Xia had already judged his realm.

Calculating the distance, Wei Xia's abdomen was retracted, and his waist was bowed back.

The more skilled the martial artist, the more he knows how to save his physical strength and perform extreme operations, and deal with all kinds of sinister attacks with the smallest body movements.

Wei Xia is one of them.

Unexpectedly, Wang Da is not much inferior in this aspect!

Seeing that the opponent was playing skills, Wang Da immediately followed and improved, and the big hoe was still locked on Wei Xia's waist.

He still miscalculated.

While Wei Xia bowed back, his upper body leaned forward, his legs were downward, and he had already completed the accumulation in an instant, not retreating but advancing, jumping in the air like lightning, and kicking out with his right foot.

Bang!

With a kick infused with internal force, he kicked directly on Wang Da's shoulder, this guy took seven or eight steps back, but he still couldn't stop his body, and he fell on his back with a "plop".

A carp stood up, and Wang Da dragged the big hoe and wanted to continue, but was stopped by the old patriarch.

"Stop! Wang Da, step down! Wang Er, it's your turn!" the old guy was very calm, and there was no change in expression on his face.

Wang Da arched his hand in annoyance, and left very simply, without falling in love.

The next Wang Er was a thin and tall man, holding a long pickaxe in his hand, and even if he had finished the salute with his hands in fists, the big pickaxe picked it up without warning.

From top to bottom, it was vigorously planed!

If you can't dodge this trick, you can completely smash your head directly~

The power is definitely great, but the hit is a problem.

Wei Xia's upper body shook slightly to the left, the center of gravity of his body shifted to the left, and Wang Er's arms also changed direction, slashing down diagonally.

Unexpectedly, Wei Xia just made a feint......

Seeing that the big pickaxe's moves were old and could no longer be changed temporarily, Wei Xia immediately stepped forward and turned to the right side, and slapped a palm horizontally.

Syllable!

A palm slapped on Wang Er's right ribs, accurately cutting the acupuncture point, half of Wang Er's body was numb, and the big pickaxe in his hand couldn't hold it at that time, and smashed it on the ground.

"Wang San, change you!" the old patriarch said in a deep voice.

Wang Er covered his right rib with his left hand, grinned and retreated, and the chubby Wang San walked over.

The farm tools in his hand were relatively regular weapons, an iron fork, three sharp and strong fork teeth, glowing with cold light.

"Offended!" Wang San was more straightforward than Wang Er, and he said a word and started fighting directly.

The iron fork is fundamentally the same as the ancient spear, mainly relying on the sharpness of the tip to attack, and it is the most flexible and difficult to practice.

The fat man Wang San is one of the masters!