Wang Xiaoshuai felt strange in his heart, these ten black-clothed masked people were obviously coming for him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info So how do they know that they have money on them?

Wang Xiaoshuai raised his head and glanced at the rest of the masked people, and saw that one of them saw him looking over, and subconsciously shrank his neck. Well? Why is this person afraid of himself? He looked at the man's figure and vivid eyes, and suddenly remembered two familiar figures—the two young men in the pawnshop!

That's right, the neck-shrinking one must be one of the guys. Oh, Wang Xiaoshuai understood now, and pointed to the person with his hand who shrunk his neck: "I'm reliant, don't pretend to be a turtle with a shrunken head there!" You black shop is interested in getting rich, I must report it to the official......"

"Less verbose! Get the money! The masked handsome man who took the lead was already extremely impatient, his sword eyebrows were upside down, and his purpose was obvious, he wanted money.

Wang Xiaoshuai gasped, it's over, he has exposed their identities, look at the man's demeanor, even if he gives them the money, his own life is not guaranteed, these robbers must have to tear up the ticket.

Wang Xiaoshuai was in a hurry, and smiled at the leading masked man: "This big brother, I'll give you two pieces of silver, why bother with knives and guns?" He pointed to the tree and pretended to be embarrassed: "It's just that when the little brother was sleeping, he was afraid that the silver would be lost, so let me put it on the tree, if you want, I will go up the tree and take it down."

Saying that, Wang Xiaoshuai slowly climbed up towards the thick poplar tree behind him, Wang Xiaoshuai thought to himself, he will definitely not be able to beat these people alone, but how can so many people climb trees, is it inconvenient to be condescending on the tree, and move his hands?

Wang Xiaoshuai was secretly proud in his heart, and at this time, he had climbed up to a thick branch fork more than three meters high, and took out ten taels of silver in his pocket when he was reflexive. Turning around suddenly, the silver ingots in those two hands were thrown down as they turned around.

'Bang, bang, bang......' "Ahh......h

Ten ingots rushed to the door of the ten people underground.

Ten people were looking up at Wang Xiaoshuai climbing higher and higher, the poplar branches and leaves were luxuriant, and ten people were holding a pergola with their hands and watching intently. Suddenly, something unknown flew out from between the branches and leaves, and except for the masked man in the lead, who reacted quickly and blocked it with a knife, the other nine people were all smashed into the front door.

The silver ingots are one or two, solid. smashed on the head, and immediately nine people screamed.

Wang Xiaoshuai laughed on the tree. His trick is actually not a martial art, in fact, this is a cooking skill learned from his father. In order to let Xiaoshuai sprinkle salt evenly when cooking fried rice, Dad specially took some stones and asked Wang Xiaoshuai to skim at the designated target.

Wang Xiaoshuai has been practicing this kind of cooking kung fu since he was five years old, so of course today is a dozen and one accurate. Wang Xiaoshuai's hands were extremely flexible, and he hurriedly took out ten more from his arms, wanting to take advantage of the situation to pursue.

But at this moment, the black-clothed man who was holding the Yanling knife in his hand had already performed light skills and jumped on the horse's back, and like a swallow, he flew to the trunk of the tree, and lightly clicked on the tree two or three times with his toes, and stood in front of Wang Xiaoshuai.

All these movements were coherent, in one go, and extremely fast, before the silver in Wang Xiaoshuai's arms could be taken out, the masked man had already raised his knife and fell, and a gloomy cold light fell towards the top of Wang Xiaoshuai's head.

'Ahh

Wang Xiaoshuai screamed, and then rolled down from many trees. The three-meter-high tree will fall down directly, and if you don't die, you will be disabled. However, this tree has many branches, and it is tall and short, Wang Xiaoshuai was scraped by these branches and his clothes were all torn, relying on these branches to borrow strength, he fell to the ground, and there was nothing wrong!

Wang Xiaoshuai got up with a slurp, except for the torn clothes, but the muscles and bones were not damaged at all, Wang Xiaoshuai was secretly happy, but at this time, a black shadow above his head pressed down towards him.

The man in black shouted loudly, jumped down from the tree, held the knife in both hands, and slashed at Wang Xiaoshuai's head. Wang Xiaoshuai didn't have the kung fu to dodge, he just thought in his heart: "I'm coming, I'm going to die again, this time I hope to travel back to see my father" He couldn't hide, so he didn't want to hide, at this moment of death, he still had a glimmer of hope that he could return home to see his father.

There was a loud shout in the distance, Wang Xiaoshuai's head was only half twisted, he saw it, the flower dragon swooped towards him like a fierce tiger, the scarf on his head had fallen off, and his long black hair was flying in the wind, although his face was covered with a coarse cloth handkerchief, but this strong body, this shouting voice, this shabby clothes, it was really a flower dragon.

The person and the stick almost became a straight line, and with a snort, the end of the stick had already pointed quickly towards the top of Wang Xiaoshuai's head. There was a sound of "Zheng", and the big knife that could be split to the top of the head was obliquely pointed to the knife surface by Hualong, and the big knife that slashed straight down was stunned, and a deep scratch was split on the ground.

When Hualong arrived, he walked two distances, but he still didn't worry about Wang Xiaoshuai, because they had to pass through a mountain road in Tucao Village, if there were any more beasts on the mountain for this young man to encounter, how could it be good? Thinking of this, Hualong pushed the wheelbarrow back the same way to find Wang Xiaoshuai.

When Hualong came to the outside of this forest, he heard movement in the forest, and his intuition told him that Wang Xiaoshuai might be in danger. He hurriedly put the wheelbarrow aside, and was about to rush over with his usual stick removed from it.

But Hua Long thought about it again, these bandits are doing evil and unscrupulous, and they are the landowners in this area, if these people recognize themselves, won't they get into trouble? So he covered his face with a coarse cloth handkerchief. That's when he rushed over.

At this time, Hua Long, as soon as his left shoulder hit the ground, he rolled forward, raised his stick, and slammed it on the chest of the man in black with a knife. The strength of this stick is so great, the man kicked back a few steps, and the foot was not yet firm, Hualong twisted his waist in steps, followed up with two steps, "pop papa", the stick split like the wind, the left neck, the right neck, the forehead, and the lower yīn, a stick made a storm, and the person only had the power to parry.

It wasn't until the black-clothed man with the knife stared at him that a man appeared in the sky that he stabilized his mood and focused on fighting with Hualong. The Yanling knife in the man's hand danced impermeably, and he blocked all those menacing stick techniques.

For a while, the two fought together, and it was difficult to separate.

At this time, after the nine black-clothed men understood, they jumped off the horse and ran towards Wang Xiaoshuai with the guy in their hands.

Wang Xiaoshuai ran back to the tree again, and used the old routine to take out the silver and smash it at the man in black.

There are two men in black who will climb trees, and little by little, under the cover of their accomplices, try to climb up the trees.

There was also a man in black who came to Hualong with a knife in front of him, trying to make a sneak attack. Hua Long was fighting with the man in black here, but he heard the sound of the wind behind him.

Hua Long took advantage of the gap between the fight with the black-clothed man in front of him, and gently spun the stick around with him, bringing a sudden sound of wind, his body turned, his hand had slid to the head of the stick, and the whole stick was like a flying leopard's tail, poking fiercely under the throat of the sneak attacker.

A clear click of a broken throat, the stick actually knocked the huge body into the air, a parabola, and fell out.