The territory of the Great Qian Dynasty was vast, divided into Kyushu, Mozhou was in the northwest, adjacent to Qingzhou in the east, blocked by the Snow Dragon Mountains in the north, and the Death Desert in the west.

Among Kyushu, Mozhou is the most sparsely populated, most of the population is distributed in the southeast region, the more desolate it is to the northwest, there are often fierce beasts infested, and there are more sand bandits rampant.

Gujing Village is a relatively remote village in the east of Mozhou, with only a few hundred households in the village, half farming and half pasture, and the whole village relies on an ancient well in the village to get water, and life is stable, but since the village was sacked by a wave of sand bandits a few months ago, the villagers have been terrified.

This group of sand bandits is only a few dozen people, which is considered a small scale, but it is not something that the small Gujing Village can compete with, and they killed many young people in the village during the first ransack, which made the villagers feel great fear.

After the catastrophe, the villagers were afraid that the sand bandits would come again, so they pooled money to go to a nearby town to hire a martial artist to come to the village, and at the same time taught the young and strong boys in the village to practice some gun and stick skills to protect themselves.

The Daqian Dynasty has been established for more than 200 years, and there is no disturbance from foreign enemies for the time being, and it can barely be called a peaceful and contented life. And the biggest problem in Mozhou is that the bandits are chaotic, and they have been repeatedly suppressed, and because of this, the people of Mozhou are still martial, regardless of men and women, young and old, most of them are accustomed to martial arts, even if it is a remote place such as Gujing Village, it is no exception, but the conditions are too poor, the resources are scarce, and the vast majority of people can not practice anything famous, and the most powerful in the village is only worthy of the level of a samurai.

Those who practice martial arts are collectively referred to as martial artists, and martial artists are divided into four levels from low to high: one is a martial artist, two is a samurai, three is a martial artist, and four is a martial artist.

The "sheng" of Wusheng is the meaning of shengtu, that is, students and apprentices, who are beginner martial artists.

The "shi" of the samurai means the class of scholars, whose status is higher than that of commoners, and they are middle-level warriors.

The "teacher" of the martial artist refers to the master, who has a good level of skills, is a model for others, teaches and solves doubts, and is a high-level martial artist.

The "sect" of Wuzong refers to the grandmaster, who has reached the peak, can open a sect, and is a peak martial artist.

The martial artist who came to Gujing Village to teach art was surnamed Wang, and the villagers called him "Master Wang".

Master Wang is good at stick skills, this day in the open space at the entrance of the village to demonstrate the stick method, the village of young people in the side to observe and learn, only to see a long stick in his hand like the wind quickly waved, sweeping, vertical splitting, picking, straight poke, all kinds of moves refined and concise, smooth cohesion, it seems that there is indeed a bit of skill.

"Look at this trick of 'moving mountains and reclamation'!"

Master Wang let out a long roar in his mouth, walked three steps with footwork, approached a boulder, and the long stick in his hand first stabbed downward, and when the tip of the stick was about to touch the ground, it suddenly turned upward, just poking into a gap in the boulder, and the boulder weighing hundreds of catties was actually picked up by him and flew into the air, at least more than a zhang high from the ground, before it smashed to the ground again, making an earth-shattering sound.

"Good ——!"

The onlookers clapped their hands in unison, and Master Wang proudly withdrew his stick, his face was not red or breathless, and he glanced at it casually.

There was a dwarf tree there, and a dirty, sloppy, mud-monkey-like boy rested on the trunk of the tree with his legs crossed, and he looked about twelve or thirteen years old.

This person is also one of the audience, at first fashion, he was very interested in Master Wang's drill, but the more he saw the back, the more often it became boring, and even began to yawn, when Master Wang showed his divine power to pick up the boulder, everyone was applauding, but he was indifferent, but showed a disdainful smile. Master Wang looked around, and just happened to see it, and he was extremely unhappy in his heart, but he didn't show it.

In Master Wang's opinion, this young man was not from Gujing Village, and he had never seen him in the town, if it was not a beggar who wandered from other places, it was very likely that he was a spy sent by the sand bandits, and perhaps the latter was more likely.

For this group of sand bandits with a scale of less than 100 people, Master Wang didn't care too much, thinking that it was just a gang of rabble, and he was led by a few samurai, so he could only bully the villagers like weak chickens, and if he dared to come to Gujing Village to make trouble again, he would be told to go and never return.

Yes, although Master Wang was quite displeased with this dirty young man, and even had doubts, he didn't take it to heart, but calmly taught some stick skills to the children in the village, let them practice by themselves, and went to the side to pour tea and drink water to rest.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came, Master Wang put down the teacup and looked into the distance, only to see a burst of smoke and dust in the far northwest direction, as if a team of people and horses were marching quickly, looking at its direction, it was coming towards Gujing Village.

After all, Master Wang is a martial arts cultivator, and his eyesight is very good, and he can see clearly that the knights are all armed with swords and weapons, their faces are fierce, their hearts are tight, and they secretly exclaimed, "Sure enough, it's coming", and grabbed the stick he had just put down in his hand, and watched the direction of smoke and dust from afar, and the rest of the people gradually noticed the abnormality in the distance, stopped practicing one by one, and gathered at the entrance of the village to look.

After dozens of breaths, the figures in the smoke and dust became clearer and clearer, it was twenty or thirty riders, all of them were sturdy, holding murder weapons, it was the group of sand bandits who washed Gujing Village last time.

"It's a sand bandit!

The crowd at the entrance of the village panicked, and a few people who reacted quickly immediately ran back, shouting loudly. When the other villagers heard the commotion, they were all shocked, and those who hid their belongings, their daughters, and their livestock were all in a hurry, and their nerves were tense.

The horses were very fast, and the sand bandits soon came to the entrance of the village, and the young and strong people in the village were like facing a great enemy, standing behind Master Wang with knives and sticks, and staring vigilantly at the bandits.

"What? are you not afraid of death! Do you want to resist?"

The sand bandits jumped off their horses one by one, and the leader was a strong and fat big fat man, with an ugly face, full of meat, a fierce face, and a huge hammer in his hand, and the handle was the thickness of a wrist, not to mention hundreds of catties, which showed that this person's divine power was amazing.

Seeing the big fat man gradually approaching, the villagers all showed a look of fear and took a few steps back, only Master Wang stood in place, his expression still remained calm, but he was muttering in his heart: "This fat man seems to have a lot of strength, and his momentum is not ambiguous, so he is also a martial artist." ”

The fat man stood three feet away in front of Master Wang, and said with a smile: "I didn't see you last time, isn't it a master specially invited to deal with your fat master?"

When he got closer, Master Wang could clearly feel the momentum exuded by the fat man, and there was a faint sense of threat, and he couldn't help but be sure in his heart that this fat bandit was indeed a martial artist, and he couldn't help but extinguish the idea of killing the Quartet, after all, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and it is not easy to deal with this fat man who is the leader of the bandits, not to mention that there are more than 20 fierce subordinates.

Master Wang took a few steps forward, inserted the long stick into the sand at his feet, and said loudly with his fists: "The contemptible person is Wang Lie, the martial artist of Shahe Town, who is currently the head of the village gun and stick sect, and I hope that all the heroes will give face, don't embarrass the villagers!"

Wang Lie opened his mouth to report his name and identity as a martial artist, hoping that the other party would have any scruples and retreat. However, the fat man didn't give face at all, with a disdainful smile on his face, he opened his mouth and spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground in front of him, waved his hand, and turned his head behind him with disdain and shouted: "Cut him!"

Those sand bandits had already been gearing up for a long time, and when they heard the order, they let out a strange scream together, and they rushed towards Wang Lie with all kinds of weapons. Wang Lie didn't expect that the other party didn't take him seriously at all, and said that he would do it, and his heart couldn't help but be angry, but he didn't dare to slack off, snatched the long stick round, and fought with the bandits.

Those villagers were all frightened, and they didn't dare to come forward to help Wang Lie when they saw him being besieged, so they could only silently pray in their hearts that Martial Master Wang could show his majesty and drive away the sand bandits.

But this fight, Wang Lie was a little frightened, he thought that this new group of sand bandits was just a rabble, so he accepted the property of Gujing Village and promised to help resist, who knew that these strong gangsters who rushed up were all extraordinary in martial arts, and they were all samurai level, no one was weak, and they were experienced, and they were extremely brave, even he was a little difficult to parry.

But Wang Lie is a martial artist after all, and although a martial artist is only one level higher than a warrior, his strength is worlds apart. Normally, in the case of not using a bow and crossbow weapon and fighting head-on, ten samurai can't fight a martial artist when they join forces, and they have to be easily broken one by one, and dozens of people besiege together to have any hope of winning, even if they win, they will lose a lot. There were only about 20 of these bandits, but they also suppressed Wang Lie a little breathlessly, and obviously there was no weakness.

The sand bandits surrounded Wang Lie to the ground, and swords, guns, and clubs beckoned to him. However, this Wang Lie really has some skills, he can keep it with only a long stick in his hand, and he also uses clever tricks from time to time to injure many bandits, but these people are outlaws, the more injured they are, the more fierce they are, which makes Wang Lie more cautious in his moves.

The big fat man originally watched with interest, but Wang Lie was well defended, and the bandits always couldn't clean it up, so he couldn't help but lose his patience and shouted: "Useless things!

When those bandits heard the order, they scattered with a hula, faintly forming an encirclement around them, with the tips of their blades and spears all aimed at Wang Lie in the center.

The fat bandit forced over with a sledgehammer, like a giant bear, with a strong momentum. Wang Lie didn't dare to slack off, decided to strike first, picked up a stick flower, and swept towards the other party's waist, who knew that the other party could not avoid it, let the stick reach his body, and ate this stick.

"Bang-"

The body of the stick fell into the fat meat, such as defeating the wadding, the huge force on the stick seemed to be absorbed by the fat fat in general, and there were only one or two points left in the ten-point force, which did not seem to be able to cause effective damage to the fat man, but there was also a not too strong anti-shock force along the stick body, which shocked Wang Lie's fingers a little numb, and the stick was bounced away by the fat meat, and the fat man himself stood firmly in place, not moving like a mountain, and did not even frown.