A deserted mountain road on the outskirts of Zishan Town.

"Viagra, just this hillbilly kid!

"This hillbilly wants to escape! Viagra, we were abolished by him, you must help us get angry!"

Wang Hui and Liu Jian sat on the motorcycle, pointed at Yang Xiaoqian, and yelled hysterically.

They were repaired by Yang Xiaoqian, they lost face, they couldn't swallow this breath, the two of them were extremely hard-toothed, and they didn't go to the hospital when they were so seriously injured, so they called their boss Yang Wei to find the field.

"Boom...... Boom...... Boom ......"

The five prince's motorcycles roared arrogantly, circling around Yang Xiaoqian.

Yang Wei, who was the leader, was twenty-five or sixteen years old, deliberately rolling up his sleeves and showing the green dragon and white tiger tattoos on his two arms, fat and burly, bald head and sunglasses, and a cigarette in his mouth.

Yang Wei waved his hand magnificently, and all motorcycles stopped ignition.

Yang Wei jumped off the motorcycle first, and the gangsters got out of the car and hugged Yang Xiaoqian.

"Boy, you are very paralyzed! You dare to touch Lao Tzu's brother, do you know who Lao Tzu is?"

Yang Wei stepped on the wheel of the car arrogantly with one foot, held a cigarette, glanced at Yang Xiaoqian up and down, and said with his nostrils facing the sky.

The gangsters followed the example of the boss, and raised one foot arrogantly to step on the donkey cart, one by one, looking at Yang Xiaoqian with a smile, as if they were looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

Wang Hui and Liu Jian even seemed to see the scene of Yang Xiaoqian being fucked and crying for his father and mother, the severe pain and excitement were intertwined, and their faces were hideous and distorted.

"Give you a chance, get out of the way!"

Yang Xiaoqian was in a hurry to go back to practice, but he was stopped from going there, his brows were slightly furrowed, he was still sitting on the donkey cart, and said lightly.

"What? Give us a chance? Hahahaha, brothers, I heard you right, did you? This kid actually gave us a chance to get out of the way? Hahaha, it's really funny!"

Yang Wei was stunned, he didn't expect this kid to dare to say such a big thing when a catastrophe was coming, and then he thought that this kid was stupid and talked nonsense, raised his head and laughed wildly.

"Hahaha, this stinky kid must be scared silly!"

"Hahaha, isn't it, this hillbilly little farmer is so scared that he can't even get out of the car! Maybe the is scared out!"

"Hmph, paralyzed, dare to move our *** brother, let your hillbilly walk around today if you can't eat it!"

……

Several thugs from the prince's state burst into laughter.

Damn, the tiger is not powerful, you are a sick cat when you are Lao Tzu!

"Bang!"

Yang Xiaoqian sneered, still sitting on the donkey cart, and directly imprinted on Yang Wei's face!

"Ah......h

Yang Wei screamed miserably, flew out upside down like a cannonball, and a "big" word fell to the ground on his back.

The sudden change made the little gangsters stupid, and their mouths opened into a "〇" shape, staring at this scene in a daze, and they didn't know what to do.

"Damn, what are you fools doing in a daze, why don't you kill this kid for me!"

Yang Wei's whole face was almost kicked into a flat surface, bleeding all over his face, and after screaming a few times, he came to his senses, his anger surged, he struggled to get up, and yelled at the younger brothers frantically.

"Grass mud!"

"Fuck~ your mother!"

"Give me death!"

……

Except for the injured Yang Wei, Wang Hui and Liu Jian, the rest of the gangsters, a total of seven, raised their feet and kicked Yang Xiaoqian's head fiercely after relieving themselves.

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands.

With one enemy against seven, if it is an ordinary person, it will be defeated.

But Yang Xiaoqian has practiced the ancient mysterious cultivation method "Aotian Duzun Gong", and he is no longer an ordinary person.

Although he has only cultivated a little bit, Yang Xiaoqian's strength, speed, eyesight, mood, etc. have undergone earth-shaking changes, and he will not be defeated when dealing with the seven gangsters.

In the face of the seven thugs who kicked their heads at him viciously, Yang Xiaoqian didn't do any fancy actions while sitting on the donkey cart, of course, he only practiced a little fur, and he didn't know how to make any moves.

He jumped straight out of the donkey cart and rushed forward like lightning!

"Bang!

His body slammed directly into the two thugs in front of him.

The ordinary flesh and blood bodies of the two little gangsters could not be compared to Yang Xiaoqian, who had cultivated the True Cultivation Technique.

"Click...... Click......"

The sound of human bones shattering sounded, and the two thugs had multiple fractures all over their bodies, screaming in unison, blood spurting wildly, flying upside down one after another, falling heavily to the ground, screaming like pigs and unable to get up.

Yang Xiaoqian rushed forward violently, knocking over the two thugs on the spot, and the other five thugs kicked him in the head all missed.

The five thugs were stunned by this sudden scene, and when they came to their senses, Yang Xiaoqian had already rushed over like a flock of sheep, rampage, punching and kicking......

After all, Yang Xiaoqian only cultivated a little bit of skin, and he didn't know all kinds of routines and moves, but with his strong strength and lightning-fast speed, he overturned five thugs in minutes.

The five thugs either broke their arms or legs, and one by one they lay on the ground wailing and rolling, and the end was extremely miserable.

Yang Wei, Wang Hui and Liu Jian watched this scene in amazement, their faces turned green with fright.

"Brother, we were wrong...... We don't know Tarzan and hit you...... We know you're amazing...... Spare your life...... Don't hit us again......"

At this moment, they regretted that their intestines were blue, and they all cried for mercy.

If they could turn back the clock, they would not dare to provoke this little peasant, who was only sixteen years old and seemed harmless to people and animals.

"Don't let Lao Tzu see you again!

Yang Xiaoqian coldly put down a sentence, turned around and got into the donkey cart, and drove the donkey cart away.

There were bursts of screams from Wang Hui and Liu Jian like killing pigs......

You don't have to think about it to know that it must be Yang Wei who is training them to get angry.

Because the root cause of all this is that Wang Hui and Liu Jian were entrusted by Zhao Dabao to find trouble with Yang Xiaoqian, which caused the terrifying consequences.

After driving a donkey cart for nearly three hours on a winding mountain road, he returned to Yangjiagou at almost five o'clock.

At the entrance of the village, I met a few villagers who had just returned to the village after a busy day in the fields and carrying a shovel.

"Third aunt, sixth aunt, seventh uncle......"

Because the villagers helped to bury their father, Yang Xiaoqian was very grateful to them and greeted them warmly.

"Phew! shameless little thing!"

"Hey, this little money is over, he won't learn well when he is young, and he has a virtue with his father Yang Cripple!"

"Hmph, sooner or later, this unpromising little rascal will be beaten like his father for a lifetime!"

……

Several villagers looked at Yang Xiaoqian in disgust, and muttered in a low voice, if it weren't for his father who had just died, he would have pointed at his nose and scolded him.

Yang Xiaoqian smiled bitterly and shook his head, it seemed that it would take some effort for him to change the bad impression of the villagers.

When I returned home, I unloaded the donkey cart, fed Xiaomao some corn stalks, threw two ripe corn to Rhubarb, and then carried ten plastic bags with a total of 500 steamed buns in both hands, and came to the gate of Li Fangfang's house next door and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

Li Fangfang was cooking on the fire in the yard, wearing an apron, holding a rice spoon, twisting the waist of the water snake and hurriedly opening the gate.

What greeted Yang Xiaoqian's eyes was a twenty-five or sixteen-year-old young woman, about one meter six or five tall, her long hair coiled up was slightly messy, a bead of sweat hung on her white and red goose egg face, a faint amorous mole at the corner of her mouth, and sexy red lips like Shu Qi, which made men all over the world have the urge to bite hard.

The rural women in the mountains are not dressed carefully, and although they are dressed in blue coarse cloth and floral clothes, they can hardly hide the proud waves in front of Hungary and the plump behind them.

The faint body fragrance mixed with the faint smell of cooking smoke couldn't help but make Yang Xiaoqian's heart ripple.

He is already a mature sixteen-year-old boy, and it is the age when he yearns for beautiful women the most, and it is normal for him to have some reactions in the face of such a seductive stunner in the world.

It is worthy of being a well-known flower under the filial piety mountain, Li Fangfang is like a ripe peach, sweet and attractive.