Chapter 187: Strange Damnation

Just as the old man with a childish face was about to step forward, a few martial arts people who were chasing and beating by young people who were hiding next to him spoke.

These few people in the martial arts had a dispute with the young man for some reason, and before the arrival of a group of old men, they were beaten and fled, and some of them were even directly broken their arms and legs.

After the arrival of the elders, the bearded old man took over the young man, and although he was repelled by a slap, a confrontation situation was later formed.

Seeing that the strong enemy was blocked, there was a group of old-timers who had a good reputation in the martial arts, and a few of the cowards who were scared before and almost peed their pants felt confident, and the confidence they got from didn't know where they rose, and they helped each other to stand up and walk to the side of the elders, and looked at the young people in front of them with provocative eyes, one of them had a bad brain and even said directly:

"Boy, I was so happy just now, why are you cowardly now?

Keep fighting, grandpa's rescuers are coming, and those who know each other quickly kowtow and admit their mistakes, or they will unload your arms and legs and hang them on the flagpole for a month. ”

Hearing someone make provocative remarks, and insults again and again, the young man who confronted a group of martial arts people had blue tendons on his forehead, his hands clenched into fists, and he trembled and wanted to make a move, but after taking turns to raise it slightly several times and put it down again, he still endured it and didn't make a move, but just withdrew his disgusted gaze from a few "broken skin scum" and threw it on the leading crane-haired and child-faced old man.

The old man next to the gang of people who seem to be in the martial arts, but in fact, as soon as they speak, they can hear that they are just some of the scoundrels on the ground who want to withdraw when they speak, their martial arts masters, the symbol of the power of the righteous path, not the umbrella of the street gangsters, even if the young people on the other side are at fault, they can't pull down their faces to protect such a lowly and despicable person after stopping.

However, seeing that the young man on the other side could still hold back his anger after being viciously insulted, and set his eyes on himself, the crane-haired old man became a little interested.

The old man was thinking:

[This irritable young man still has some literacy, such a capable person, after being insulted head-on, he can forcibly restrain his anger, it seems that he is a teachable talent, and the family or sect that cultivated him seems to have some ability, if this person is really like the previous two, they are both from the same place surnamed Peng, then it is imperative to find the Peng family.

And the old man thought of a deeper level, is there something wrong with this reclusive family, I have never heard of it for thousands of years, but as soon as it appeared, it jumped out one after another to disturb the martial arts, this situation is either that there is a problem within the other party or that important objects are lost, and key people are run, and then the juniors are arranged to go out to find it.

If this is the case, their group of martial arts veterans are also willing to help, after all, the other party is very likely to be a martial arts master who has lived in seclusion for various reasons, if you can establish contact with them, whether it is to contribute to the stability of the martial arts in the future, or to learn from each other a few times to increase some knowledge, it is very necessary. 】

The crane-haired old man raised his hand and stroked the white beard on his chest in his speculation, his face faded from seriousness, and replaced it with a look of approval in his smile, and when he was about to brew words and prepare to ask, a few scoundrels not far behind him spoke out again, a few filthy words, and even more insults from before came into the ears of the old man:

"What, still not convinced?

Tell you that today I will not let you go even if you beg for mercy.

It's not just you, we have to kill your family, see what is the dung pit that raises you, the uneducated wild waste, and then break down your mountain gate, dig up the bones of your ancestors, pour a few scoops of dung water, and let them taste it.

Heh, in a hurry?

Let's get it right?

Don't you be a prostitute to seduce the three indiscriminate, and then nest together to raise you, dare to take care of the uncle's affairs, you didn't scold you yesterday, you are a who has no one to raise in life!"

As soon as a few vicious curses reached the ears of the martial arts elders, they knew that something was going to happen.

Sure enough, the young man who clenched his fists and held back his anger heard the squirting feces in the mouths of the splashers, insulting the ancestors, and could no longer suppress the anger in his chest.

An illusory palm faintly visible under the white sun avoided the crane-haired old man, brushed past the old man of the martial arts, with endless anger, mixed with the howling wind, like the overturning of heaven and earth, pressed towards a few people whose eyes were replaced by panic and viciousness, turning these scum into scum between the lightning and flint.

Together, the shops and houses behind a few scoundrels, as well as the innocent people hiding in them, were swept away by the palm wind of the young people who did everything in their anger and were beaten into ruins.

Vast expanses of blood slowly trickled out from between the ruins and rubbles after the wind had subsided, and pooled in a low-lying spot on the street.

In the blink of an eye, the upheaval shook everyone, and for a time the bustling town streets were silent.

The martial arts elders were shocked by the upheaval.

In fact, they all had the same idea as the old man of Hefa before the upheaval: this young man can still be saved, and with a little guidance, he can be cultivated to become the backbone of the future martial arts.

But in an instant, there was a drastic change, and the lives of seven or eight splashes and at least a dozen innocent people left them speechless even if they wanted to say something.

Let's say it's an unintentional mistake, and it's okay.

Let's say kill people on the street, and that's true.

No matter how you think about it, it's a confused account, and as witnesses and unofficial handlers, this group of old people is indeed unspeakable and entangled.

The young man, on his part, seemed to be stunned by the fragments of the human body thrown in front of him and the blood that pooled into a pool.

He looked down at his palms with a dull expression, his eyes were full of panic and helplessness, and several emotions mixed together to form a silence, so that the young man's eyes were fixed on his palms.

There was still some movement in the vicinity because of the upheaval just now, whether it was intentional or unintentional, after all, one or twenty lives disappeared in front of his eyes, turning into powder, and it was not wrong for this killing to be called the devil.

And in front of such a "murderer", it is natural for ordinary people to cower in their respective hiding places like quails and dare not make a sound.

The sun was a little more than noon, but it was cold in the hearts of everyone under the scorching sun on the streets of the town.

A chill that was directly chilled to the bones rose from the soles of everyone's feet, and after rushing straight to the top of their heads, they made a bend back to their hearts, soaking a beating heart in the cold.