An uninhabited open space on the outskirts of the country, which has been abandoned for many years, and even crows and sparrows rarely stay here.

Shui vigorously cut the word, deliberately distanced himself from the two sisters and brothers opposite, and prepared for a big battle.

Shui Dali knew that it was impossible to coax them out of Dongzi County, their eldest brother died at their hands, and now the news was blocked in the yamen, otherwise he was afraid that the two sisters and brothers would do it with themselves when they met.

Sooner or later, the debts of the past will have to be repaid.

Feng Jiao and Feng Wu, the two siblings, didn't know what Shui Dali was thinking at this time, they only knew that their eldest brother Feng Chi had not returned, and before leaving, the eldest brother had instructed that if he didn't come back, he would go to find this former underworld boss.

Shui Dali is fifty and six this year, and his body is burly and powerful, although he is full of gray hair, his strength is not small at all.

If Shui Qingxiang or the people in the town saw it, they would not dare to believe that the old man Shui, who had been lying in bed for several years, would actually be such a hidden practitioner.

"Old man, since you are so stubborn and refuse to hand over the treasure map until now, don't blame the two of us for bullying the old with less, and bullying the old with more." Feng Jiao, who seemed to be thin, wrinkled her eyebrows and said this coldly.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's show your moves."

Feng Jiao made a look, and Feng Wu, who was as strong as a cow, immediately waved two fists and went into battle.

Shui Dali dodged dexterously to avoid the opponent's fist style.

I saw Feng Wu's two fists whirring towards Shui Dali's body, this Han Niu has a lot of strength, as long as he punches him, he will definitely be seriously injured.

But Shui Dali, who is more than half a hundred years old, is like a spirit swallow, every time Feng Wu's fist approaches, he can dodge at just the right time, retreat as advance, and then Shui Dali attacks the opponent again with skill.

Shui Dali doesn't seem to be ruthless, but there is an elusive yin energy in the palm of his hand, taking advantage of the direction of the opponent's attack, and then attacking the opponent unexpectedly.

After more than a dozen rounds, Shui Dali's complexion did not change, but the young Feng Wu's face began to turn red, and his breath became disordered.

Feng Jiao frowned when she saw it on the side, she knew her brother's shortcomings, and she deliberately asked her brother to go into battle just now, just to test the other party's details. Unexpectedly, this old thing has not appeared on the rivers and lakes for many years, and his leg and foot skills have not regressed at all.

If he continues to fight like this, Feng Wu will definitely suffer.

In order to turn the situation around, Feng Jiao took out something from the purse around her waist.

The fight here was hot, and suddenly the water heard a piercing flute sound.

The sound was like tens of thousands of bees roaring in their ears, and it was like a sharp sword, or countless sharp weapons coming at him, stabbing his ears and distracting him.

Feng Wu didn't react at all, it seemed that he had long been accustomed to his sister's flute.

And with the assistance of Di Yin, Feng Wu's fist seemed to have become much more ferocious, and several times Shui Dali almost touched the iron fist.

What is even more unexpected is that Feng Jiao's recorder also hides a hidden weapon, which is a unique hidden weapon in the land of Miao Jiang, a bamboo needle as thin as a cow's hair, all of which are highly poisonous, as long as a poisonous needle is shot into the body, it will die of intestinal rot in less than a day.

Because of these poisonous needles, Feng Jiao killed many martial artists whose martial arts were above their sisters and brothers. Now the poisonous needles are hidden in one of the cavities of her recorder, and if you exert a force, they will burst out of it.

As Feng Jiao's flute suddenly exploded, Shui Dali sensed the danger coming, turned sideways and dodged, and a poison discharge needle was neatly nailed to the wall against Shui Dali's chest.

Followed by the second blasting flute, Shui Dali leaned to the left in order to bypass the poisonous needle shot from the right, and received a punch from Shui Dali, feeling that the ribs on his body seemed to be broken, and there was even a stream of blood in his mouth.

But before Shui Li could take a breath, as soon as the exploding flute sounded, the last round of poisonous needles shot straight at Shui Dali's face.

Fortunately, when he was bold and had nowhere to hide, he jumped in the air, jumping into the tree behind him like a spirit ape, and a poison needle fell at his feet, if it wasn't for his quick reaction, he was afraid that the poison needle would shoot into his body at this time.

These poisonous needles are Feng Jiao's secret weapon and her last poisonous needle. She didn't expect Shui Dali to be so old that she didn't shoot a single one, and then, she could only change her attack strategy in order to fight with the other party.

The water standing on the tree vigorously wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth, felt the pain in his left ribs, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, age is unforgiving.

If he had been a few years younger, he probably wouldn't have been hit by this punch, he had encountered a more dangerous situation than today, and he didn't fall behind, so he had to be more careful next.

Feng Jiao played a recorder that was only the size of her palm, and each flute sound seemed to have magical power, manipulating Feng Wu, who was as strong as an ox.

They are two sisters and brothers, one has been weak since childhood, but he is scheming, and the other is naturally strong but lacks intelligence. The master trained the two of them, complementing each other with flute sounds, Feng Jiao used flute sounds to control Feng Wu's fists, and could also take the opportunity to disturb each other's minds.

With the guidance of Feng Jiao's flute, Feng Wu seemed to have an extra pair of eyes, and even the fist he waved was more powerful than just now, and Shui Dali could only dodge if he was more careful.

Feng Wu slammed into the tree, forcing the water on the tree to jump vigorously, and when he just landed, the tiger's fist swung down against the water force's face.

Shui Dali leaned back, rolled back, and jumped lightly onto a big rock, but he didn't expect that before he could stand firmly, Feng Wu followed the flute to attack again.

only heard the two sounds of "boom, boom", and the big stone was actually split by Feng Wu's fist and split into two.

Shui Dali jumped again, dodging Feng Wu's fist, and at the same time, he picked a leaf from his hand and threw it towards Feng Jiao.

"Bang", the recorder in Feng Jiao's hand split in half.

Then Feng Wu, who came over, opened his teeth and claws to avenge his sister, and a stone pill hit his right eye socket, Feng Wu immediately covered his eyes and shouted: "Sister...... Sister ......"

Niu vigorously slashed down at his Heavenly Spirit Gai, and Feng Wu fell to the ground on his back.

Feng Jiao watched her brother die in disbelief, and before she could react, Niu vigorously and carefully picked up a poisonous needle from the tree, and then shot it into her temple.

Niu Dali looked at the two corpses and sighed: "Don't blame me, I let you go, you just want to stay." If you want a treasure, you have to have that life! ”

With that, he pulled out the shovel hidden in the grass behind him, and began to dig a hole in the soft mud.