Zhan Mo took out a silver ingot again, and the robber still didn't give up, still scaring Zhan Mo viciously, saying: "If you don't want to become a soul under the sword, you can ransom the soul money for Hades." ”

Zhan Mo was helpless, and took five ingots of silver to the robber one after another, but the robber got cheap, and his heart was bigger, so he directly put the knife on Zhan Mo's neck, "Just this money, do you think it is enough to buy your head?" ”

Zhan Mo clenched his fist with his left hand, thinking: If I fight hard, I don't necessarily have the ability to weaken you, I still have the ability to escape, but my father often teaches his disciples that when he goes out and causes trouble by mistake, he has repeatedly retreated, how can he bear it now, if the money is so squandered, he will starve to death before he finds his mother.

Zhan Mo suddenly made a move, flipped his right hand, restrained the robber in front of him, swept with his right foot, and the robber's center of gravity in front of him was unstable, and he poured a dog eating. The other robbers instantly attacked when they saw the war foam, and they all slashed out with scimitars in hand.

Zhan Mo jumped up, standing on the branch like a light fox, without extra words, and then a thousand Buddhas messed up, crackling a few feet on the robbers, and those robber knives fell to the ground one after another before they touched the war foam, begging for mercy.

Zhan Mo didn't expect that these seemingly strong robbers would be so vulnerable, and he couldn't help but look at his hands and feet with some pride, "It seems that learning martial arts is really good." ”

Zhan Mo slowly approached the robbers, "What, now it's your turn to spend money on heads, how much do you think it's appropriate to buy your own heads?" Hurry up. ”

Brush Brush Brush!

The robbers returned the money that belonged to Zhan Mo to Zhan Mo, and then you look at me, and I look at you.

Zhan Mo suddenly sensed danger, and a sharp knife came from behind his back, and he was already close to him.

At the last moment, Zhan Mo made a dazzling whirlwind, kicked the crooked robber's wrist, jumped to dodge the scimitar, and then stepped on the robber's spine with a hard kick, and the robber's face and chest instantly touched the ground.

Zhan Mo: "Want to plot against me?" It's up to you? The limbs are well developed, the mind is simple, hum, go back and practice, I haven't used a sword yet, but you are using a knife? ”

"We're wrong, brother, no, boss, you can spare us, we have eyes and don't know Taishan, please raise your hand and spare us."

Zhan Mo chuckled, put away all the sharp knives, left one sharp knife in each hand, and threw the rest of the knives aside, with a smug smile, "Don't talk nonsense, hand over all the silver taels, otherwise your life will be lost." As he spoke, he put the knife on the robber's neck, close at hand.

Seeing this, the robber began to reluctantly take out the silver taels, and his unwilling expression was more uncomfortable than suicide. After Zhan Mo took the silver tael, he thought: It's too little.

Urged again: "Hurry up, hand them over, if I find out that there is still a private collection, I will chop off your heads to set an example, although I robbed for the first time, but you have set an example for me, hurry up." ”

Sure enough, the robbers slowly touched from their sleeves, chests, and shoes, and after touching some broken silver, they handed it to Zhan Mo with a bitter face as if they had cut their hearts.

Zhan Mo put the broken silver in his hand and flipped it, staring at the robbers, the robbers looked at Zhan Mo with evasive eyes, and one of them said: "Hero, big brother, you just let us go, we have taken out all the private money." ”

Zhan Mo raised his scimitar and knocked on the backs, sleeves, chests, and round waists of the robbers, and some of them made a metallic sound, and Zhan Mo kicked his knees, making a sound of disjointed bones, and the whole person fell to the ground and began to cry wolf.

Seeing this, a few others were no longer ambiguous, and explained the only drinking money and private money they had on their bodies.

After that, several people began to beg for mercy: they had given all the money to Zhan Mo, and there was no more money on them, and they even spread their hands and let Zhan Mo search his body to prove that what they said was true.

Zhan Mo looked disgusted, rough and old, and his body was smelly and dirty.