"Hit, keep beating me!"

……

In the midst of a noisy shout, Yang Xin opened his eyes in confusion......

A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly came.

Immediately after, with a loud thrashing sound, blood splattered in front of his eyes, and before he could come to his senses, a heavy blow came from his waist, and his body also flipped to the side, and a dirty broken bowl immediately appeared in his field of vision. On the other side of the broken bowl was a pair of embroidered cloth shoes with moire patterns, and his gaze quickly fell on a young face along a silk green shirt......

The latter handsomely opened the folding fan.

"Kill this dog minion, you still dare to run? You must know that even if you run to that Java country, you are also a slave of my Fu family! ”

He shouted arrogantly.

The next moment, the sharp sound of breaking the air sounded again.

Yang Xin's left hand instinctively reached out, instantly grabbed the tip of the whip in his hand, and then pulled it downward, and at the same time that the whip owner was dragged forward by him, he suddenly stood up and kicked his right foot in the chest.

The man immediately took off his whip and flew out with a scream.

Yang Xin grabbed the handle of the whip he brought with his right hand, and without hesitation, he flicked his arm and pulled it out to the side.

With a louder thud, the whip slashed diagonally across the young man's handsome face from top right to bottom left, throwing out splatters of blood in the flesh, and the young man fell backwards with a heart-rending scream. The face of a strong man in the back of his right changed suddenly, he held him and pushed it to the young man in the left rear, pulled out the saber at his waist and took a step forward, and cut it directly at Yang Xin's right arm.

Yang Xin took a step back to avoid it.

"Kill him, kill this dog minion!"

The young man was in the boy's arms, and the pear blossom was crying and screaming like rain.

The empty-handed man on the other side of Yang Xin turned around and grabbed the onlookers' flat shoulder, and pulled it horizontally from behind according to Yang Xin's waist, while the strong man with the knife in front of him slashed horizontally with the Yanling knife in his hand, cutting his body with a knife and a flat shoulder. Yang Xin, who was still confused, leaned back sharply, and while avoiding Yanling's knife, he exerted force with both feet, and completed a perfect backflip at the moment when the flat pole swept behind him.

Cheers erupted.

Yang Xin, who landed on the ground, raised his foot and kicked the one with the flat shoulder.

Then with a lift of his left foot, the flat pole that was falling to the ground was in his right hand, and he took the old but obviously often used wooden pole, which had been sharpened to a very smooth level, and looked around him.

A lap of costumes.

It is lined with shops of the same age.

The stone-paved streets in front lead to the old city gates......

This is not which set.

In other words, there has never been a crew that has been able to make everything so real, so real that the air is full of the smell of livestock manure, and no makeup artist of the crew can paint everyone's face full of vicissitudes, and the skinny bones of those who are obviously malnourished for a long time are not fake......

Of course, it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that this body is not his!

This skinny and rancid body draped in a broken sack was not his, it was a beggar, and there was a large wound on his body from rotting maggots, and the broken bowl next to it should be his only equipment. But the strange thing is that except for the one on his face, he didn't feel any other pain on his body, but on the contrary, his perception of the surroundings and his reaction speed have all improved significantly. However, his strength is indeed not as good as before, and it is obvious that this severely malnourished body still drags down his original strength.

"So who's going to explain what's going on?"

He said sincerely, weighing the flat shoulder.

"Kill him, kill this dog minion!"

The young man was still screaming.

The whip on his face was already disfigured, a bloody whip mark made his nose rot, and the young man next to him covered him with his clothes in a panic to stop the bleeding. However, Yang Xin did not think that he had done too much, because he also had an almost identical wound on his face. Fortunately, the guy who was supposed to be a house slave had less strength, so he only bleed from his face, but his nose didn't hurt.

That's a bit of a tie.

No one answered his question.

The man with the Yanling knife on the other side looked at him warily as he shifted his footsteps to keep the young man behind him.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Suddenly there was a shout from behind the crowd.

Immediately after the onlookers separated, a person wearing a Fan Yang hat, wearing a red cardigan and carrying a knife, who looked like an officer, walked in with two of his subordinates, and it was obvious that many onlookers knew him, and shouted He Baihu to greet him one by one.

Yang Xin looked at him vigilantly.

He Baihu walked to the young man's side, and as soon as he saw the clothes on his body, he immediately turned his head and looked at the knife-wielding man with an inquiring gaze.

The latter spoke to him in a low voice.

Yang Xin's hearing was extremely sensitive, and he immediately heard the word fugitive slave, as well as what kind of Dongchang Fu family they were, according to the deputy envoy. A smile then appeared on He Baihu's face, and he listened while nodding, and then nodded very firmly, he looked at Yang Xin, and then beckoned to the two men......

"Take it!"

He said very simply.

Yang Xin stood there without moving, holding the flat pole with both hands, like holding a gun, his left hand in front of his right hand and behind his right hand, the flat pole pointed upwards obliquely, and quietly watched the two soldiers walk towards him.

One of them took off the chain from his waist.

"The dog minion is quite bold!"

He spoke very casually and walked towards Yang Xin.

At the moment when he entered the attack distance, Yang Xin's hand stabbed out like lightning, like a rifle equipped with a bayonet, and accurately hit him in the middle of the chest, and the heavy blow caused cardiac arrest, and the soldier with insufficient blood supply to the brain fell to the sky with coagulated shock......

There was silence all around.

"Murder!"

A scream rang out.

The idlers around them scattered in an instant.

He Baihu looked at the fallen soldier in amazement, and then raised his head to look at Yang Xin, it was obvious that this scene exceeded his expectations, and Yang Xin still looked at him indifferently, maintaining the posture of holding a gun, and turned the flat shoulder to the remaining soldier. The latter had already pulled out the Yanling knife, but he was obviously a little afraid to step forward, and the difference in the length of the weapons between the two sides made the heads-up almost a must-lose. At the same time, the two house slaves who had been kicked down by Yang Xin also re-encircled, one also grabbed a pole, while the other picked up the chain dropped by the soldier on the ground.

A three-man triangular formation trapped him.

He Baihu immediately regained his momentum, and pulled out the Yanling knife very bravely, but he was still slightly half a step behind the man beside him, who was obviously an old Jianghu, holding the knife in his right hand and pointing downward obliquely, frowning forward.

"This dog slave is murdered and arrested, and he will be killed!"

He Baihu shouted like a fake tiger.

The soldier and the two house slaves took a cautious step forward at the same time.

"Kill!"

Yang Xin suddenly roared.

Immediately after that, he stabbed straight with the flat pole in his hand, and the startled soldier on the opposite side hurriedly swung his knife to block, but the force of the thrust was too great, and after the flat pole was slightly off, it was accurately pointed on the outside of his neck.

The unconscious soldier immediately fell.

As for whether you can wake up again, it's completely up to fate.

Almost at the same time, the flat burden in the hand of the slave in the right rear smashed down, Yang Xin avoided it sideways, pushed the tail end of the flat burden in his hand horizontally, accurately picked the slave's chin, and knocked him over in the latter's screams. He Baihu retreated without hesitation, and the remaining house slave with the chain retreated in horror, and the old Jianghu stepped forward, and the Yanling knife in his hand was raised. Yang Xin stabbed him in the abdomen while stabbing him in the abdomen while stabbing him sideways......

Yang Xin raised his foot and kicked him on the calf!

Lao Jianghu suddenly knelt on one knee, and then Yang Xin's horizontal shoulder fell on his neck, and the latter immediately fainted to the ground.

He Baihu turned around and ran.

The slave rode around with chains.

Yang Xin picked up the old Jianghu's Yanling knife, walked straight to the young man's side, and waved the knife to signal the young man to get out of the way, but the latter did not flinch, but stepped forward very bravely, and was kicked away, while Yang Xin looked down at the young man......

"You, what are you going to do?"

The latter said tremblingly.

Because the clothes that covered his wounds fell, the blood flowed out again, and he looked miserable.

"What? mother! ”

Yang Xin said hatefully.

After saying that, he stepped on someone's face, and ran twice in the latter's scream, pitying the originally handsome face, he couldn't see it at all, and even whether his nose could be restored to its original state was very hanging. The young man let out a dull scream at his feet, and clung to the cracks in the stone slabs with his arms outstretched, like a weak maiden being ravaged. Then Yang confidently stepped on his face and walked over, and ran wildly towards the city gate in front of him......

He didn't know that on the drum tower not far behind him, there was a group of people silently admiring the whole process.

"The soldiers of the three guards!"

A burly green-robed officer said with a smile.

The other green-robed officer beside him glared at a red-robed officer behind him expressionlessly, and the latter turned around with an embarrassed expression, looking for a pile of red-robed and blue-robed ones behind, and soon that gaze fell on the face of the last green-robed one......

"Don't go yet, bunch of rubbish!"

He shouted angrily.

The green robe hurriedly ran to the bottom of the drum tower with a group of soldiers.

"Beat the drums, close the door!"

The second green-robed officer said.

"After grabbing it and bringing it here, a flat pole makes it quite orderly."

The first blue-robed official said without looking back.

"He's murderous!"

The second green-robed officer said.

"No one is dead, he is measured, he is just stunned, fugitive slave? This really doesn't look like a fugitive slave, Shandong has been in drought for three years, and there are countless hungry people, so there are military households who are desperate and hide their identities and sell themselves as slaves to survive! ”

The first green-robed officer said with interest.

"He hurt someone from the Dongchang Fu family!"

The second green-robed officer said.

"Fu Bojun has been dead for more than ten years, and now there are people in the Fu family in Dongchang who have official positions higher than you and me? Liaodong is in danger, and the imperial court is employing people, so it is not difficult for Tianjin to prepare for a fugitive slave who has injured his master and exile him to serve in the field, right? I'm going to clean up Yang Hao's mess, and if I don't get it, I'm going to throw my head in Liaodong, even if I find Wang Gong, he won't be able to meet my little request, right? ”

The first green-robed officer said.