Chapter 4: Fists are the last word

More than a month later, another monk came, tossed for a while, and finally had to leave with regret.

More than two months have passed quickly, and a group of people have come.

Every few days, the knife makes a sound, proving that he is here.

At this time, the Iron Palm Mangniu Wang Lu looked a lot haggard, and invited a lot of capable people, but he couldn't find the light master.

Time passed.

The father and daughter didn't dare to stay away from here, there was really no way, and occasionally went to the neighborhood to buy something, and the money was naturally the dead man's wealth provided by the knife.

Fortunately, the Li family did not embarrass them.

The two of them were not idle, and took care of the cornfield seriously.

After watering enough, all the weeds were removed.

But for some reason, the corn field is still wilting and seems to have stopped growing.

But the knife didn't care, he was clear about all this.

If it is a field, it will inevitably rise luxuriantly, and the increase in production is idle, if it is a spiritual field, the requirements are higher, but there is a certain chance to evolve into a spiritual material, if it is a demon field, there is even a faint chance of demonization.

It's a pity that this is a magic field, it's easy to want to be lush, you need to water blood and something.

There's no way, Motian is so capricious.

On this day, a group of people led by an old man appeared next to the cornfield.

"Heroes are there?" The old man bowed.

"I am an iron-clad bull Wang Lu admits defeat, I can't kill people too much, I want to beat and punish me, it's none of the Li family's business." The big man in the strong suit said coldly, the haggard between his eyebrows couldn't be concealed, these days, he has lost dozens of pounds.

"Huh!" The knife's leisurely laughter sounded, still unhurried, and seemed to be unconcerned.

This was heard in the ears of the Iron Palm Mangniu Wang Lu, and his fist was pinched until it made a loud noise.

Don't let me catch you, rooster and dog thief. The murderous aura in the eyes of the big man could not be concealed.

The old man's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly waved his hand, and four servants came out behind him, each holding a tray in his hand.

Remove the silk that covers it.

"A thousand taels of silver!" Holding the tray, the sturdy servant with his arm trembling slightly.

"A hundred acres of land deeds around here." Another girl also spoke up.

"A famous master's shot, a hundred refined iron knives." The third servant said.

"One ginseng for five hundred years." The last girl said.

"It is better to settle the grievance, the methods of the young man, I am convinced, and I deserve it as my rebel son." The old man bowed again, and did not get up for a long time.

"Well said, well said!" The knife was stunned for a moment and then smiled.

"This brother seems to be very unconvinced, come in and make two moves with me, and these grievances will be purchased and sold." The sound of the knife came out clearly, and it seemed that it only took a few steps forward to find someone.

"Good! Life or death. The Iron Palm Bull King suddenly roared.

"Wang Huyuan, we said yes." The old man was in a hurry.

"Hmph, it has nothing to do with the main family, this is our personal grudge." The Iron Palm Bull King Lu snorted coldly and rushed into the corn field without stopping.

"How daring!" This time, I finally saw a thin figure in front of me, although masked, but the iron-handed bull Wang Lu was still overjoyed.

With his head lowered, he rushed up directly like a reckless cow.

Footprints were left on the ground, which was obviously his unique style.

"It's good to come!" The knife was the first to punch out.

"Die!" Seeing that the opponent did not dodge with that elusive body, Wang Lu, who rushed with great momentum, immediately slapped his palm with joy.

The light in his eyes flickered, with a strong killing intent.

His palm was larger than normal, and at this time it swelled again, doubling in size, and the surface was blackened, like a big fan.

Completely erupted in full force.

Rumble!

His body was stunned at the same time.

The knife fist shattered directly.

Lu Yixi, the king of the iron-clad bull, was about to laugh, but then his face changed, and the broken fist was actually made of clay? Not flesh and blood at all.

"My five lives." The knife wailed, but he was not surprised, from the moment this kid slapped a foot-long handprint on the ground, he knew that this world was not simple.

"The devil is crooked." The sound of bursting cheers sounded, and the iron palm reckless bull Wang Lu did not retreat at all, and the other iron palm also slapped towards the head of the knife.

The knife was also undodged, and the only remaining hand swung it with a punch.

Rumble!

At the same time that the knife punched the abdomen of the Iron Palm Mangniu Wang Lu, his head was directly smashed by a slap.

The body took a step back, and the iron-clad mangled bull Wang Lu, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, looked at the headless corpse in front of him, and did not show any joy, because all the broken was some dirt.

"No matter what evil ways you do, give me death."

"Iron palm cover!"

The iron palm mangled bull Wang Lu exuded a powerful momentum, and under the invisible force, the surrounding corn stalks were bent, as if an invisible big hand fell from the air.

Rumble!

Tremendous power fell with a bang.

The headless body was directly crushed into crushed soil, leaving a huge palm print on the ground, which sank into the ground for three points.

But the iron-clad bull Wang Lu did not shed any joy, but his body shook.

Immediately, blood flowed from his back.

It turned out that when he made a special move just now, a soil thorn flew directly from his back, which sank into his back, and the injury was fatal.

"Ahh

The severe pain made the Iron Palm Mangniu Wang Lu's waist bend down.

"Not dead yet?" The knife said unpleasantly.

"Well, if you are an enemy of me, you are a bad person, and you will be safe to kill you."

Believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

Finally regained his life, and another third was lost in this battle.

The bull bent at the waist, and seemed to fall down at any moment.

"Bull Rush!"

The iron palm reckless bull Wang Lu's bent body was stunned, the momentum on his body changed, and as soon as the knife felt it, he had already rushed forward in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, he widened the distance and went straight into the distance.

This is extremely fast.

This distance, just his own opinion.

"On me, you still want to run?"

In an instant, an earthen wall rose from in front of the Iron Palm Mangniu Wang Lu.

Health -10.

At this time, the earthen wall formed with all his strength was more than a foot thick, and in fact it was condensed together, and it was much harder than ordinary soil.

As soon as the earthen wall came out, the knife understood that the limit of his muscles and bones was the extent of consuming ten points of life at a time.

Rumble!

Caught off guard, the iron-clad bull Wang Lu collided directly.

Rumble!

The earthen wall was cracked.

As the earthen wall shattered, the knife lost another ten lives.

"Is it really good? I don't believe it. ”

Covered in blood, his muscles and bones were torn, and the iron-clad bull Wang Lu then crashed into the rising earthen wall on the next side.

It's like a recess.

This time, he was powerless to rush out.

Then the earthen wall fell suddenly, and he fell into the ground without a sound.

"Add him and you'll be upgraded." After a glance, the knife with only a third of the blood volume left was relieved.

Wooden Knife: Level 1 Magic Field. Experience: 9|10, Health: 31|100.

Devouring corpse: 1, duration: 100 hours.

Master Li was standing outside, and he couldn't see any anxiety on his face! At that time, whenever there was a loud sound, his eyebrows couldn't help but jump.

"Let's put things down, our beams are in the past." The sound of the knife sounded, making Master Li stunned.

Immediately, he bowed his hand respectfully, put down the gift, and left quickly with his subordinates, without anyone asking about the person of the Iron Palm Mangniu Wang Lu, as if it had never existed.