Yingjia cautiously turned a few corners in the courtyard, looking for the sound of pigs crying, but the scene in front of him made Yingjia, a person who had seen all kinds of darkness in the royal family, couldn't help but shudder.

I saw a huge iron cage in the yard, the cage was very large, and there was a black porcupine and a bunch of children, and no one was watching around, allowing those children to fight with the black porcupine with ordinary iron swords.

Yingjia looked around and immediately saw the little fat man Zhang Yi, the little fat man was covered with claw marks at this time, even if he couldn't stand up, he held the iron sword in his hand tightly, his face was bloody, his eyes were extraordinarily bright, staring at the black porcupine,

Yingjia looked at this scene, his heart was full of murderous intent, and a sword was thrown and accurately stabbed into the head of the black porcupine, and the huge body of the black porcupine fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Sect Master, you are here, I know that Sect Master you will come to save me, I told my friends here that you will definitely save us out. Zhang Yi looked back and saw Yingjia, smiled weakly, and then looked at the few people in the cage with incomplete corpses, and tears flowed uncontrollably, "But there are several who don't hold on......"

The other children all looked at the young man in front of them curiously, is this the sect master that Zhang Yi has been talking about for the past few days?

It's so young!

He's really here for them!

The children looked at Yinga fixedly, firmly remembering the man who had saved their lives.

The two people in charge who were resting in the house, one fat and one thin, were very happy when they found that the pig cry had disappeared.

"It seems that we can have a few qualified products in this batch. ”

"Yes, that sturdy little fat man should be able to satisfy the superiors, and the other few can hold on for three days without dying, and we need to work harder to recruit more suitable personnel for the organization and achieve world peace as soon as possible." ”

When it came to the purpose of the organization, both of them were excited, and fell into a beautiful vision, but they were not at all worried about the situation in the courtyard, after all, this small village they had built could not be more hidden, but they didn't want Yingjia to have quietly stood at the door with a sword.

"Who?"

The thin bamboo pole old man was awe-inspiring in his heart, as if he felt something, and suddenly shouted, his right hand quickly picked up the sword placed on the table, drew the sword out of its sheath, and looked coldly at the door, but the cloudy eyes were as sharp as poisonous snakes, staring at the figure reflected in front of the threshold.

Yingjia stood up calmly and looked at the two people in the room from afar.

The fat man picked up the hammer on the ground, turned around, his two little eyes squinted, and he smiled like Maitreya Buddha, kind and kind, but the black teeth destroyed the illusion.

"Do young people want to spend the night in the village? Then we, as the owners here, should we greet warmly, I don't know if the little brother likes to eat animal meat, or tender human meat buns?"

The fat man smiled and walked towards Yingjia at the door, holding the chain in his left hand, and the two copper hammers were dragged and made a screeching sound.

For a moment, there was silence in the room, and there was silence all around, except for the sound of copper hammers.

When he noticed that Yingjia was wary of his heavy hammer, a sneer crossed the corner of the fat man's mouth, and his right hand quickly raised and threw out a small knife, the cold light flashed, and went straight to Yingjia's chest.

"Little brother, the reaction is quite fast!" The blow failed, the fat man was not annoyed, and still smiled, "Thin man, it looks like we have to serve the main dish." ”

The thin old man didn't seem to be very good at words, and silently stepped forward and stood beside the fat man.

As soon as the fat man's hand was raised, the copper hammer was swung up, obviously two heavy hammers, but the fat man danced out of the feeling of nunchucks, and the iron chain was flexible and easy to convert on his two hands, and the tiger was vigorous.

Yingjia held the sword tightly to resist, and from time to time a spark popped out, and the force of the heavy hammer was very heavy, and several times Yingjia almost couldn't hold the sword, and the thin old man could always find the right time to sneak attack from the side or back, and every time the sneak attack failed, Yingjia would have already withdrawn from the battle circle without waiting for Yingjia to stab back.

The cultivation of the three of them is comparable, although Yingjia's mental method is superior, but this way of playing makes Yingjia a little unguardable.

After a few more rounds, Yingjia slowly adapted to their routine, and at this time, the advantages of the super-god-level mental method were revealed, compared to the two who were slightly tired, the vitality in Yingjia's meridians was still sufficient, and the more they fought, the more energetic they became, and they slowly gained the upper hand.

The two old men obviously also felt that they were in a weak position, and they were secretly anxious in their hearts, they and the others were fighting so fiercely here, why didn't the other people in the village come to see and help.

But I forgot that the two elders of them competed from time to time before, and their subordinates came to check several times out of concern, but they were all angrily reprimanded, several times, and at this moment, the people who heard the fighting outside did not have the idea of asking for trouble.

Yingjia noticed that the two of them glanced at the door from time to time, and she was also nervous, afraid that someone would get involved in the trouble again, so she planned to cut through the chaos quickly, and start faster and more accurately.

When the fat man's hammer smashed into him again, Yingjia didn't dodge again, his eyes sharpened the sword to the fat man's hand, taking advantage of the iron chain inertia wrapped around the blade, the tip of the sword snatched the control of the chain, and threw it hard at the old man behind him who was about to sneak attack him.

"Bang"

The latter's bamboo-like body was smashed from the waist by a copper hammer, and the body fell to the ground in two, his eyes wide open, full of doubt, incomprehension, and fear.

The fat man who lost his weapon, looking at the corpse of his friend, felt sad from his heart, and also lost the heart to live.

"Skinny, skinny, don't die. The fat man's smiling face, which had always been like a Maitreya Buddha, collapsed, his hands trembled and pieced together his friend's body, crying with tears and snot on his face, "It's all my fault, if I trick you into this troubled water, you won't die!

"Liar!"

"They're all lies!"

The Yingjia sword pointed directly at the fat man to prevent the opponent from counterattacking.

"Honestly, what kind of organization are you, and why are you arresting those kids?"

"Yes...... Be...... Is it ......" The fat man slowly raised his head, looking at the young man in front of him with a great cultivation talent through tears, he opened his mouth but couldn't reveal anything, and a wisp of dirty blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth, "You... Can't escape... I can't escape the ......"

The blood flowed more and more, and the fat man moved his body with difficulty, crawled to lie down next to the thin old man, lightly touched his fist with the other party, looked at each other, and showed a relieved smile, until he still read "died on the same day and month in the same year" in his dead mouth.

Yingjia watched cautiously and confusedly throughout the whole process, I didn't do anything, why did I die.

Seeing that the chubby old man was completely breathless, Yingjia stepped forward and squatted down to take a look.

"Oath Curse?"