"Who are you who dare to trespass on the barracks and are not afraid of death?" Someone from below stood up and shouted at the clouds.

The other Yellow Turban soldiers did not have such a good temper as him, but looked at Yun Ting unkindly, rubbing their hands, as if they would hold the weapon in their hands at any time, ran forward, and pierced Yun Ting in the eye.

On the other side, more than two hundred sturdy Yellow Turban soldiers stood together, and from the outside, they were more powerful than the soldiers on the school ground, but there was not much difference. What is frightening is that there is a light flashing in the eyes of these people who do not take human life seriously. Whether it was someone else's life or their own life, they didn't take it seriously, this was what Yun Ting saw from their eyes.

That is to say, only the Yellow Turban Lux, the elite of the elite, will have this kind of look, they are religious madmen, and they are naturally not afraid of death. Unless it is a collapse of faith, their combat effectiveness is extremely high.

"Is that him? That Mr. Thirteen? The leader of the wrestlers asked.

"Yes." Next to the strongman said.

"That's right." An indescribable color flashed in the leader's eyes, he pursed his mouth, pointed to Yun Ting on the stage and said, "Da Niu, you can get on, don't beat him to death." ”

"Okay." Da Niu said, he was sullen, with big shoulders and a round waist, and he was close to two meters tall. As soon as outsiders see him, they will immediately feel oppression, and even tremble. Why do you say that, it is because Da Niu has a scar on his face, which cuts half of his face, making his whole face look extremely vicious. Coupled with that strong figure, he doesn't have to do anything to give people the impression that he is not a good person. It's really hard to talk about good people and bad people, after all, as long as you want to live, your hands will be stained with the blood of an unknown number of people.

"I'm your Mr. Thirteen!" On the stage, Yun Ting continued, not seeing the movements of the group of yellow turban wrestlers next to him.

When the soldiers heard Yun Ting's words, they all fell silent, and rationally did not question whether he was Mr. Thirteen. The one who can enter the barracks and dare to stand on the barracks platform among thousands of soldiers is not the rumored Mr. Thirteen, who would dare to do that? So they are silent, but that doesn't mean they recognize Yun Ting, they don't speak now, it doesn't mean that they don't have anything to say in their hearts.

Yun Ting would not be arrogant enough to think that if he said such a word, he would convince these soldiers, nor would he think that he had the spirit of a king. He is not a king, he is a proud person, so he will not be shocked, and will only use the most direct means to convince this group of them, who are also extremely direct!

"Mr. Thirteen, take a punch from my bull!" The bull screamed, took a few steps forward, and then lifted it hard, leaving two large footprints on the ground.

His person was already rising in mid-air, and where his fist landed, it was Yun Ting's face, which was rapidly approaching.

"Da Niu, bastard, how can I explain if I kill Mr. Thirteen?" The powerful man scolded in a low heart.

"Don't be afraid, since he is Mr. Thirteen, he should also have his own means. If he really dies, it means that he is not good at learning, and no one is to blame. And we're going to follow him, don't you want to die, do you? The leader of the wrestlers did not move like a mountain, and said lightly, his eyes staring at the figure where the dust was rising.

"Not afraid of death?" He snorted.

Yun Ting didn't move, even his hands were still behind his back, and his robe was flying. On the face, the cheeks ached because of the violent fist wind. He didn't move, silently watching the fist grow bigger and bigger in his eyes, so big that it seemed like it was in front of him, and in a matter of seconds, it would fall on his face.

At that time, Yun Ting's face will be like a five-color dye shop, and blood and snot will be mixed together, making his slightly handsome face become an incongruous ugly face.

These are all scenes flashing in the minds of Da Niu and those Yellow Turban soldiers.

But no.

In Yun Ting's eyes, without the fist that was getting bigger and bigger, he couldn't feel the fist wind. In front of him, a slightly thin back appeared, and instead of the fist, it appeared in Yun Ting's eyes.

"Not bad? Stupid big guy, still has some strength. Yun Xian said lightly. But his hand was not slow, Yun Xian's arm made a crackling sound, and his wrist twisted slightly, unloading the force brought by Da Niu's fist. After taking a few steps back, he stabilized his body and completely unloaded this huge force, leaving two shallow footprints on this small stone platform.

"Hehe..."Da Niu smirked, swung his left hand forward, and handed out another fist. With the sound of the wind breaking through the air, it brushed Yun Xian's cheeks, but it didn't solidify, but it swept away a piece of skin, leaving a shallow blood-colored mark.

"Big man, you've annoyed me." Yun Xian said coldly, the laughing expression on his face disappeared and turned into indifference.

Just now, he did flash, but in Yun Xian's eyes, he was punched hard! Although he only scratched a little skin, in his heart, it was anger heavier than a few punches.

The answer to him was still the big bull's hehe, and there were two fists that were picked up again.

"The clouds are scattered, and the hands are piercing the clouds and caressing the willows." Da Niu's two fists smashed down, and all that hit was Yun Xian's phantom. And he, stepping out, turned into a string of shadows, and began to rotate around the big bull, and his hands or fists, palms, fingers, or claws, fell on the big bull's body.

The bull neighed, its fists fluttered, its feet fell, and even a small pit was stepped on, causing the gravel to fly. But it didn't work, he smashed and hit only Yun Xian's shadow. Often, just by punching, Yun Xian left four or five attacks on him.

The big cow has rough skin and thick meat, and after dozens of blows, there will be nothing wrong, but Yun Xian is too fast, and the number of accumulations has become a qualitative change, which really hurts the big cow.

His figure, like shuttling through the clouds, is visible at one moment, invisible at the next moment, and appears on the other side. His hand is fast, but slow, and those who can see clearly will feel that it is a kind of enjoyment, because it is not a murderous hand, but a hand that caresses in the willow spring breeze. But in the eyes of those who can't see clearly and are beaten, this is not enjoyment, but torture!

According to the online game in the Common Era, Yun Xian couldn't break the defense of the bull at first, but the first time it couldn't be broken, and when it came to the tenth and hundredth times, it was all when it hit a part, and the defense was broken!

Maybe if the big bull hits Yun Xian, Yun Xian will fall, and he will be seriously injured or even killed, but he can't hit it! Yun Xian beats the big bull, and the big bull will be fine, but if there are too many of them, the big bull will really be injured.

"Bang, bang, bang." I could only hear the muffled sound of the fist entering the flesh and the roar of the big bull, but there was no sound of Yun Xian at all. The sound made by Yun Xian is the sound of a fist, and it is the roar of a big bull.

The leader of the wrestlers looked at it, his brows were already furrowed, and he knew that if he continued like this, he could only lose the big bull.

So he said softly: "Li Yun, you go up, bring weapons up!" We can't let that kid be arrogant there, let him know what the price will be for hurting our people. ”

"Yes." Li Yun answered, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and looked at Yun Xian.

In an instant, he moved, like a light gust of wind, and without anyone noticing, swept by, approaching Yun Xian. The fiery red talisman grazed the blade of the sword, and a trace of flame attached to the sword burned. He slashed towards Yun Xian, and the flame broke away from the sword and turned into a single strand, and in an instant, it was about to fall on Yun Xian's body.

Li Yun actually saw the trajectory of the cloud idle from the chaotic figure, and grabbed it.

(End of chapter)

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