Cao Tianhua is in his early thirties, with a yellow face and a slightly chubby body.

Like all nouveau riche, this guy wears gold and silver, black sunglasses, a fancy plaid shirt, and has a big back for an official.

At the moment, he was sitting under a parasol, sipping foreign red wine that he couldn't even name.

Looking at the villagers who dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak out, Cao Tianhua showed his two golden front teeth and smiled proudly.

He enjoyed the emperor-like feeling, and he loved to see the frightened eyes of the villagers.

"Shunzi, let Ermao dig faster, Boss Xu is urging over there, be sure to finish digging all today!"

Cao Tianhua played with the beads in his hand and commanded the subordinates beside him.

"Yes, Master Cao!"

A mustache next to him, holding a tweeter in his hand, coughed dryly twice: "The horse is a bastard, Master Cao has an order, hurry up the fuck!" ”

The excavator is very orderly from the east, and it will soon dig to the ancestral grave of the Ding family.

"The surname is Cao, you stop for me!"

With a loud shout, an arrow whizzed through the glass of the bulldozer, and the frightened driver quickly stopped.

"Who is so bold as to dare to spoil Cao Ye's good deeds?"

Junko pushed aside the thug in front of him and roared with a trumpet.

"If you want to damage my ancestral grave, don't blame Lao Tzu's arrows for not having long eyes!"

Father Ding pushed aside the crowd, held a bow and arrows, and shouted with an iron face.

"It's Ding Ye! Our best hunter in Huangqiao Town! ”

"Only Ding Ye dares to come forward."

"So what, I heard that Ding Ye was injured by Cao Tianhua's martial artists last time, and I'm afraid that I won't even be able to save my life if I come out again."

"Then let's not follow along, let's watch the show honestly, hey!"

The villagers, who were like stagnant water, began to talk one after another.

Father Ding had a white cloth on his head, a hemp rope around his waist, and his eyebrows were angry, obviously with a mortal heart.

"Lao Dingtou, it's just a dead man's grave, do you really want to die against Lao Tzu?"

Cao Tianhua stroked the big back of the water, played with the beads in his hand, hugged his shoulders, walked over angrily, and asked with a sneer.

"Cao Tianhua, you ruined my Ding family's grave, and you still want to bury tons of chemical waste in Huangshiling, you are the people who want to harm the whole town, do you still have a conscience?"

Father Ding patted his chest and scolded in pain.

"How many cents is conscience worth? Bury a few piles of garbage, and you can't die, you old man will do it again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will bury you too. ”

Cao Tianhua pointed at Father Ding, grinned with big gold teeth, and said.

"Folks, if the chemical waste is buried, the water and soil in our village will be completely damaged, and our people will get sick if they eat it!"

"Folks, let's form a rope and fight with his surname Cao for the sake of our ancestors and sons."

Daddy Ding raised his arms and shouted, wanting to arouse the angry villagers.

However, no one came forward, they were too afraid of the Cao family.

"Haha, just these seeds, I buried them, and they didn't dare to fart."

"Who dares to touch Lao Tzu, you are looking for death if you are not interested, understand?"

Cao Tianhua glanced at the audience and laughed loudly.

The bastards on the side also held up their machetes and shouted in unison: "Long live Cao Ye, long live Cao Ye!" ”

"I'll kill you, a ghost who lacks virtue!"

Father Ding's face was cold, and in a fit of rage, he pulled the arrow according to Cao Tianhua.

"Cut!"

"Master Xing, it's up to you."

Cao Tianhua didn't even bother to move, and snorted coldly with disdain.

"Even a mere hunter dares to make a fool of himself in front of me?"

The sound was cold, as cold as a knife.

A black-robed monster came out of the crowd, stretched out two fingers, and easily caught the arrow.

The black-robed guest parted his fingers, pinched off the arrow, and slowly revealed the front.

But seeing that this person is about forty years old, with long hair and a shawl, thick eyebrows and tiger face, a burly figure, and a fierce body, at first glance, he is a ruthless man who has seen blood.

In particular, his hand that received the arrow was as black as ink, and he was obviously a master of cultivating evil skills.

"It's you!"

Father Ding shouted in horror as if he had seen a ghost.

"I didn't kill your old dog with one palm last time, and I dared to come to die, and I will definitely take your dog's life today."

The criminal master said coldly.

"It turns out that you old bastard hurt my grandfather, and I will kill you!"

Ding Yong and the barbarian glanced at each other and ran over with their hoes.

Both of them have a bit of a crop bottom, and their strength has to be hundreds of pounds, one smashes his head and the other shaves his neck.

It's also a way to play without risking your life.

The fellows around him, all of them raised their hearts to their throats, if this is really sincere, I am afraid that I will have to see Lord Yama on the spot.

What a Master Xing, don't dodge or dodge!

When the hoe and shovel came close, with a wave of the iron palm, Ding Yong and the barbarian were like lightning strikes, vomiting blood and flying out.

Yes!

The two of them fell to the ground and rolled more than a dozen times in a row, injured by the poisonous internal force, and rolled in pain, where to get up.

"Brave son, barbarian!"

Dad was afraid that Master Xing would kill him, so he hurriedly protected the two of them.

"Master Xing, just do it, kill Lao Tzu and bury it as garbage." Cao Tianhua licked his lips and said indifferently.

As if it weren't three people, but three old dogs.

"Old dog, do you think you can stand in my way? Lao Tzu will send your grandchildren to the Yellow Spring. ”

The rise of Master Xing's killing, he was unforgiving, he caught up, and he was about to kill Father Ding.

Father Ding saw that the black palm was about to fall, where could he dodge.

He is just an old and weak hunter, and this Master Xing is a real martial arts master.

In front of the crop style, the martial arts master is a fairy-like existence, where can he resist.

Ay!

Oh my God, you don't have long eyes.

The wicked are in charge, where is the way for us ordinary people to live?

I don't want to die!

Father Ding closed his eyes and waited to go to Huangquan together.

At this moment, Master Xing, who was originally murderous, changed his face and flew out like a cannonball.

Ouch!

Master Xing planted a in the grave, and the sharp white bones of the dead man pierced his mouth, stabbing a bloody hole.

Suddenly, Master Xing, who was originally chic, had a face full of mud and a mouth full of blood, so he was not embarrassed.

"Whew!"

Master Xing suffered a big loss, spit out a mouthful of blood flowers, jumped into the grave, Ma Li took out a handful of medicinal powder from his pocket to plug the wound, and stomped his feet in anger and screamed.

"Who? Who is impatient to live and dare to sneak attack Lao Tzu! ”

Master Xing opened a pair of copper bell eyes and looked around and shouted.

"Are you blind?"

A playful sneer was heard.

Everyone looked at the tall, thin young man in a long shirt and mille-feuille shoes.

He stood here like a javelin, arrogant, giving people a sense of crisis.

But the villagers don't know martial arts, judging from the size alone, Qin Yi is a young and powerless scholar, and it is definitely not a wise move to come out.

Isn't this typical, jumping out and sending to death?