At that time, there were dozens of people inside and outside the main hall, but everyone thought that this Turkic boy was just noisy, no one expected that the Turkic boy would actually say that he would do it, and when no one reacted, the whip was mixed with the sound of the wind and whipped it on Lao Wang's face. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the whip of this Turkic boy is not the thin horse whip of the steppe for riding horses, but the thick leather whip used by the wrangler to train the horse, and the whole body is twisted with cowhide and silk thread. This kind of whip is used to deal with those crazy horses, even if it is drawn on the buttocks of horses with rough skin and thick flesh, it is a whip and a bloody whip, let alone a place with fine skin and tender flesh on the human face? As soon as the Turkic boy waved his whip, everyone had already foreseen that Lao Wang's face was about to be torn off with a belt of flesh, and many timid people closed their eyes at the moment, unable to bear to see the cruel scene that was about to happen.

If Lao Wang was still young, although this horsewhip was fast, he would never be able to draw it. But Lao Wang has been disarming and returning to the field for many years, the most strenuous exercise is usually stir-frying, the body has been sparse for a long time, the muscles have slowly changed to fat, and the legs and feet are disabled, although the reaction when he was young is still there, and even the once sharp eyes can still see the trajectory of the whip, but unfortunately the body can no longer keep up with the reaction, even if the heart is more than enough, but unfortunately the strength is insufficient, and it is impossible to avoid this whip. It was when Qianjun was tied to a hair, and the whistling whip was about to fall on Lao Wang's face, when suddenly the Turkic boy let out a miserable scream, and the whip came out of his hand with the scream, and rubbed Lao Wang's cheek obliquely, and fell to the ground with a "chirp".

The people who had closed their eyes before and couldn't bear to see it thought that the scream was from Lao Wang, but they soon realized that the scream was sharp and thin, like the voice of the Turkic boy. One by one, they opened their eyes again, but they saw that the Turkic boy had a chopstick stuck in his wrist, which was the chopsticks in Lao Wang's shop, but they were the most ordinary bamboo chopsticks. But the flat-headed chopsticks can actually shoot through the hard wrist bones, as if they were shot by a strong crossbow arrow.

The Turkic boy covered his wrist with his left hand, which had been shot through with chopsticks, and drops of blood "clicked" down his fingers...... Clicked ......" fell to the ground, turned his head to look in the direction where the chopsticks were shot with a hideous face, and the painful voice changed tone, "Who!" ”

Everyone followed the Turkic boy's gaze, and saw a man about seven feet long, with a dark complexion, a full beard, and a drunken man, leaning on the table, his left hand on the table, and a chopstick left in his right hand. This man's hair is messy, oily and shiny, I don't know how many days I haven't washed my hair, I use a wooden hairpin to coil my hair in a bun at will, the upper body is the most common white linen shirt for country men, I don't know how many days I haven't washed, the white linen is yellowed by sweat, the muscles of the two arms are knotted, and the waist is tied with a thin hemp rope to tie the pants, which is just the most common soap-dyed homespun cloth in the countryside. Anyone who saw the man at first glance thought that this was just a common farmer in the field, but only a few careful people found that this man was wearing a pair of boots with thick undertones and earthy yellow lines, which were the unique military boots of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty.

"Old five?" Lao Wang thought that he was going to be broken by the whip of the Turkic boy, but he knew that someone knocked off the whip of the Turkic boy at the last moment, and hurriedly looked over and found that the man who beat the whip was Zhang Xin, who had been drinking and eating meat here before.

Zhang Xin nodded to Lao Wang, and then said to the Turkic boy: "Hey, if you have something, just talk about it, and if you can't say it, do it, what's the difference between it and the gangsters on the street?" Besides, if you do it, don't bully the older ones, they have the ability to rush at me. ”

The Turkic boy stared at Zhang Xin with a sinister look in his eyes, how could he have suffered such a big loss since he grew up? The wound on his wrist was so painful that he wanted to go crazy, and immediately said to his companion behind him in Turkic: "Chop this Tang dog into meat sauce for me!" ”

The identity of this young man is extremely valuable, seeing that this young man was also injured by Zhang Xin, a hillbilly under their protection, a group of Turkic men have long been frightened, at this time, everyone heard this Turkic young man's words, all of them unanimously pulled out the scimitar on their waists, and in an instant, the small main hall immediately flashed with knives.

Zhang Xin had been messing around with Dorsey and Mo Si for several days, and had already learned some simple Turkic dialects. As soon as the young man opened his mouth, although he didn't know what he was talking about, he heard the sentence "Tang Dog" clearly, and his face sank at the moment. Then he saw those Turkic men draw their scimitars, and they were not afraid, but with a long laugh, they snatched themselves into the arms of the Turkic man closest to him. When the Turkic men drew their swords, Zhang Xin was still five or six steps away from them, how did they know that Zhang Xin flashed into them in the blink of an eye? The Turkic man had already drawn a knife in his hand at this time, but Zhang Xin had already snatched it into his arms, although the Turkic man had a knife in his hand, the scimitar had fallen behind Zhang Xin at this time, and the Turkic man had a knife in his hand but could not use it at all. When the Turkic man was hesitating whether to abandon the knife, Zhang Xin hit him shortly, only to hear a crisp thought of "gala", and he didn't know that the Turkic man had broken a few ribs, and flew backwards like a kite.

The crowd behind the Turkic man was startled and hurriedly threw the scimitar in his hand to the ground, trying to catch the Turkic man flying in the air. But how huge is Zhang Xin's collision? The man who was in a hurry to pick up people was hit like a rolling gourd by the man who flew into the air, and was knocked down seven or eight in an instant like a bowling ball.

There were only fifteen or sixteen Turks with knives, and half of them were knocked down in one fell swoop, and the originally tight formation was immediately chaotic. Zhang Xin took advantage of the short panic and grabbed the two Turks with knives in another lunge. Zhang Xin himself is tall and has long legs, this explosive power is strong, this arrow step is really like lightning, these two Turks did not react at all, the last second they were still paying attention to the companion of the rolling gourd, and the next second they saw a flash, the hillbilly had already flown in front of him like a ghost, and he was shocked at the moment, and he waved the scimitar in his hand and slashed at Zhang Xin. Zhang Xin looked at the scimitar that was as fast as lightning in the eyes of others, but as slow as a snail in his own eyes, smiled contemptuously, turned his hand into a fist, and slashed at the necks of the two Turks, the two of them didn't even say a word, rolled their eyes and knelt softly.

Zhang Xin's eyes were quick, and he picked up the scimitars of the two Turks with both hands, and sent them forward, and the handle of the knife just knocked down the two Turkic people's acupoints in the back, and these two people fell to the ground softly without saying a word. There was a Turkic man behind the two of them, and they felt a flower in front of them, and the four people in front of them all fell to the ground as if they were paper paste, and they only felt that in the blink of an eye, the hillbilly appeared in front of them, and immediately let out an exclamation involuntarily in their throats, but this exclamation was only half screamed, and they were punched heavily in the stomach. The "ah-" sound was as if it had been cut by scissors, and he threw himself to the ground, curled up and vomited, and all the little food he had eaten at noon was punched out.