When I used my limbs to tightly twist the big root, the big root struggled desperately, he tried to get out of danger, and he also wanted to turn defeat into victory. But I couldn't give him a chance, so I continued to push my hands and feet harder, and then I grabbed an opportunity and rolled on the ground.

was surrounded by this force all over my body, and the big root followed me and rolled around. In this circle, Dagen's neck was struggling a lot, after all, he was a flesh and blood body, and he couldn't bear it for a while.

Suddenly, he was relieved, even like a puddle of mud.

I tasted it carefully, and when I was sure that the big root was completely dizzy, I was relieved, and I got up quickly again with my hands and feet.

Those villagers, including the white-eyed old man, looked at me and were stunned. I ignored these people's gazes, and at this moment, I was stunned.

I remembered my every move, and a vague thought came to me, but before I could think about it, two more people came out of the crowd.

Both of them were men, and they were both dressed as hunters.

They each held a small folding knife, and while they looked at me coldly, one of the men shouted a few words to Dagen.

I guess these two people are Dagen's best friends, and they must have anger in their hearts when they saw Dagen being stunned by me. They want to take out their anger and revenge on Dagen.

I looked at them, and these two people also had a taste of cunning, and they were silent, and suddenly they both acted.

They rushed at me from left to right. I have a bit of a headache, and I don't know who to attack first, especially since I'm only one person after all, and if I use my wrangling skills, I can't entangle them both at the same time.

But at this moment, my subconscious mind came into play again. I was hunched and bent like a praying mantis.

After I became like this, these two men were scared, and I guess it was definitely the first time in their lives that they had encountered such a situation.

I staggered to the man on the left. While they were stunned, I had already come close to the man.

The two didn't have time to cooperate, and the man didn't want to back down. He was so angry that he suddenly rushed at me.

I didn't rush it, I took the opportunity, aimed at the man's knee, and stretched out my mantis leg.

When I stepped on his knee, I didn't look clumsy, but the force I used was really not small, and the man's whole face was distorted, and it probably hurt.

I took advantage of the situation and poked two fingers at the man's neck with both hands.

I didn't kill him, the man just fainted. I turned my gaze to another man.

This person clearly retreated, and showed a dilemma. I didn't care what he thought, and I staggered back to him.

Under pressure, the man screamed and rushed over again, but I took out a Tai Chi posture, surrounded the man, and poked left and right with my hand.

At first, my speed was not fast, but it was also very rhythmic, and by the end, the frequency on my hands was almost like that of a submachine gun, and even at the fastest, I was almost dancing out of the shadow.

This man was completely blinded, and finally I poked and beat him, and he also lay on the ground unconscious.

I'll admit that when I was fighting him, I used a lot of tricks that weren't very practical, otherwise I wouldn't need a few fingers to bring down a person with a little bit of effort.

But the more I put on a show like this, it was undoubtedly more visually impactful.

The villagers who watched this scene were all shocked by my horizontal skills. The white-eyed old man finally put on a surprised expression and clapped his hands to me.

The other villagers slowed down by half a beat, but no one despised me anymore, and they all applauded and cheered together like the old man with white eyebrows.

Cross-eyed has always acted as an interpreter, and every time a villager says something, he immediately tells me.

I found that these villagers are also quite good at stinky feet, and all kinds of praise words are used on me one after another.

I'm a very pragmatic person, and after listening to it for a while, I don't want to be praised like this all the time, and I'm really hungry at this time.

I waved my hand, and after the villagers had calmed down, I emphasized seriously, "Don't talk about clichés, your security chief wants to eat, when will you be ready?"

And so, a quarter of an hour later, I sat in the largest adobe house in the whole village.

In front of me was a large wooden table, on which lay an iron plate of dried meat, and a large plate of potatoes.

I was a big fan of meat, but after I took a few bites of jerky, I was beaten by the taste.

This jerky is particularly sassy, and it also has a very strong fishy smell, and it is no exaggeration to say that I eat it as if I am gnawing on a sweaty foot soaked in vinegar.

I had to focus on potatoes in order not to throw myself up.

While I was eating the potatoes, there were three people standing in the house. They were the old man with white eyebrows, cross-eyed, and the old leader of Orion.

The white-eyed old man and the old man both had bandages around their necks, and I caused their injuries. I remembered a saying, you don't know each other if you don't fight, and now that we're friends and not enemies, it's not so awkward when I look at and talk to them.

The two old men thought of going together, and when I was about to finish eating, the white-eyed old man asked first, what does that mean, when can I take the villagers to do a good job, defeat the forces of the three evil forces of Tianzhu, and then lead them to a better life together.

I have another plan in my heart, to put it bluntly, I want to pick up the whole village, but this plan, I don't think it's better to tell them in a hurry.

I didn't answer directly, but changed the subject and told them that this time, in addition to me, there were actually two other elites who came, but during the skydive, we were separated.

What I mean is to let the villagers of the whole village take action and find these two elites together in the shortest possible time.

When the two old men heard that there were still two elites, they looked at each other, especially the white-eyed old man, his eyes were about to light up.

He nodded again and again, and asked the cross-eyed to translate, that means, let me provide the looks and physical characteristics of these two elites so that the villagers can find and identify them.

The conditions in the village were very backward, there was no internet or printer, and I couldn't provide them with photos.

I thought about it and had another stupid trick. I asked them, "Do you have a pen and paper?"

Cross-eyed immediately turned around and went out, and soon, he found what I wanted.

But it is said that it is a pen, in fact, it is a small section of bamboo, and a piece of pig hair is inserted at the end, which is also the prototype of the brush, and the so-called paper is very rough and yellow, which makes me think of horse dung paper.

I sighed secretly, and said that it should be used improvised, and don't pursue any grade.

I drew with a rudimentary pen on horse manure paper.

My original painting was not good, after all, I had not studied professionally and systematically, but something strange happened.

I thought about the beard and Fang Haoyu's face, and when they came out, they were very professional, and they could even be called absolutely perfect sketches.

When the white-eyed old man and the old man saw this, they praised me again and again, and there was a moment when he looked at the sketch, and his cross-eyed eyes were also better.

When I listened to so many compliments, not only did I not feel complacent, but I fell into deep thought.

I thought to myself, could it be that something went wrong with the chip in my brain? And this time, the little man in my brain no longer needs the stimulation of the ring, but is completely integrated with me?

Otherwise, I can draw such a good sketch after I have improved my skills a lot, how can I explain this?

(End of chapter)