Bending down slightly, he rushed in and grabbed his neck, twisted hard, and his elbows and arms formed a cross lock to lock the guard's neck, and Le Xisheng easily eliminated a guard. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info is no more ferocious than those Yellow Turban wrestlers who punch and crush meat, and Le Xisheng's killing method can be described as quite gentle.

The Crusader Fist's Cross Throat.

Although the Crusader Fist is not very popular, it is still somewhat useful against these guards.

After all, he is not a rookie who has just entered the illusory world, and the matter of killing has been refined into a habit in his previous life.

Le Xisheng, who did not take the yellow fu, only relied on the "Crusader Fist" given to him by Liang Shu, and within two days, he only trained his physical fitness to a level slightly stronger than that of an adult, and he may not have a human-level grade, let alone compare with those yellow turban wrestlers.

The earthlings who are willing to take the path of martial artists in the illusory world, and who live a few years without dying, are almost all experts in the human body - experts in how to destroy the human body.

Quickly killing a guard who doesn't know martial arts is not much more difficult for Le Xisheng than crushing an ant. Even, those overseers who were familiar with martial arts were not taken seriously by him.

He couldn't escape the mine, but he couldn't beat more than two overseers head-on, and he couldn't beat Liang Shu.

Moreover, escaping like this is not in line with his plan.

"Why don't you move?"

Chen Yan's cold voice came from behind. He grabbed the neck of a cowering Yellow Turban Lux with his right hand and lifted him up with ease, "Why don't you take the Yellow Fu?" ”

The yellow turban wrestler coughed up a few voices in his throat, and he struggled in the air when he was gathered by Chen Yan, took out an unused yellow talisman in his right hand, and began to look at Chen Yan with white eyes, revealing a look of fear and longing.

Chen Yan didn't look at the yellow talisman, but said coldly, "Don't obey my command, fear the battle, and intend to betray—" He pulled out a yellow talisman painted with a red talisman and spit out a word flatly:

"Die!"

Flames suddenly erupted from the Yellow Turban Warrior, and Chen Yan easily opened his right hand and let the burning man roll around on the ground. But no matter how the burning man rolled, the flames on his body did not weaken, and he could only let out one terrible cry after another, scraping in the hearts of other Yellow Turban wrestlers.

Le Xisheng glanced at it and turned his head away. He killed more enemies than ordinary Yellow Turban Warriors, and Chen Yan, a Taoist priest, couldn't tell that he hadn't taken the Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman.

He was not interested in commenting on Chen Yan's imperial methods, in his opinion, Chen Yan and the Yellow Turban wrestlers were just his pawns.

Of course, in Chen Yan's view, Le Xisheng, a slightly thin miner, is just an insignificant pawn.

"You mud-legged traitors!"

An overseer was shocked to turn into the mine with a whip, and when he saw the corpses of the guards and the Yellow Turban wrestlers all over the ground, he didn't understand what was happening. I saw him laugh angrily, "Okay, good, you white-eyed wolves are not familiar with it, slaughter it and recruit another batch of them!" ”

The whip shadow thundered, slashing in the air with a loud noise, and a yellow turban wrestler at the front couldn't dodge, raised his left hand to block, but only blocked partially, and the whip hit him heavily on the head.

There was a loud bang, and red and yellow things splashed everywhere. In the past, it was the Yellow Turban Lux who beat people out of red and yellow things, but now when they saw their companions being shot in the head with a whip from the overseer, new and old hatreds came to their hearts, and several Yellow Turban Lux rushed up.

The overseer was not afraid, in his opinion, these mud legs wrapped in yellow scarves were disorderly, and their steps were disordered, but one person was hard to defeat four hands, and the overseer forced back three yellow turban wrestlers with a whip, and took a step back but felt the cragginess of the stone wall behind.

There is no way back!

After a few muffled sounds between bones, Chen Yan stepped over the yellow turban wrestler who had been shot in the head, looked at the overseer who no longer looked like a human with great satisfaction, and ordered: "If you meet the mine supervisor, you need three yellow turban wrestlers to meet the enemy at the same time, but there is no less!" ”

"Understood!"

Chen Yan didn't notice that one of the thin yellow turban wrestlers slowed down and was always at the back of the team, and did not take the initiative to supervise the work.

Of the sixteen Yellow Turban wrestlers, except for those who were burned to death by Chen Yan, there were fifteen left.

There are a total of nine overseers and nearly 100 guards in the mine. However, most of the guards are outsiders, not miners, so there are not many guards inside the mine.

It's very lackluster below, just a pile of violence, yellow turbans, and plasma and brains. When you meet an overseer, you will go up to the Yellow Turban Lux to beat up, and when you meet the guards, the miners will go up to beat you, and then the Yellow Turban Lux will go up and punch it.

Soaring, nothing more.

But it's not for nothing.

Taoist priest Chen Yan looked at the little boy dressed as a man in front of him, there was no pity in his eyes, no abnormality, just asked lightly: "Who are you?" ”

All the way up from under the mine, except for a few overseers on duty and a dozen or so hapless guards, the rioting miners almost burst through the embankment like a flood and kept pouring up from the bottom of the mine. At this time, the pioneer's Yellow Turban Lux caught a ...... Well, woman.

I don't know if it's because of Huang Fu or other reasons, this little boy dressed as a man didn't suffer other physical ...... Well, treated, just driven in front of Chen Yan.

Li Junzi forcibly endured the panic in his heart, and asked calmly on his face: "Who are you?" ”

Chen Yan frowned, and wanted to flick his sleeves to signal, but found that he was only wearing the miner's short fight, and ordered angrily: "Kill." ”

"Hey, wait, I'm from the Li family!" Li Junzi hurriedly shouted, she was still a little sensible, and she didn't say that she was a princess. Theoretically, the people of the Li family are enough to make the group of thugs in front of them sell face.

It's a pity that Chen Yan is not a native of the illusory world, he doesn't even know what the Li family is, so he just asked sarcastically: "Your father is Li Gang?" ”

Li Junzi was stunned, the name of the head of the Li family was not Li Gang, so she shook her head.

"Killed."

"Hey ......"

At this time, a yellow turban wrestler suddenly rushed up and slapped Li Junzi, directly hitting her to the ground.

Li Junzi was stunned.

Chen Yan glanced at the yellow turban wrestler in front of him slightly.

The slightly thin Yellow Turban Lux lowered his head and said to Chen Yan: "Great Sage and Good Master, I know this little girl, she is a member of a big family, and she used to have a hatred with me, please let the Great Sage and Good Master hand her over to me for disposal." ”

"Big family?" Chen Yan's eyes narrowed, but he didn't speak.

After a while, there was another shout of killing in front of me. Chen Yan looked at Li Junzi, then at the Yellow Turban Force, and nodded indifferently, "Yes, but you move quickly." ”

The thin Yellow Turban Lux stagnated slightly, and then replied loudly in an irrepressible ecstatic voice: "Thank you, Great Sage and Good Master!" ”

Chen Yan continued to attack with the rioting miners, and many guards outside the mine also discovered that the mine had discovered some conditions, and more and more guards joined the battlefield.

When the miners passed by Li Junzi and the thin Yellow Turban Lux, most of them didn't pay attention to them, only a few lewd miners stared at Li Junzi with a lewd look that reminded Li Junzi of a spider in the night rain.

It's disgusting.

However, when the Yellow Turban miner, who had begged the mob leader for her and whose words were the most disgusting, straightened up, turned to look at her with a glowing look, she uttered the most feeble words in a trembling voice:

"You, what do you want to do?"