The bandits scolded, and the nine guys at the bottom of the mountain were defeated.

Just kidding, although those nine guys are not good birds, they will get a lot of foul language, scolding ordinary people, enough, more than enough, compared with the bandits who are swearing all day long, then they are really small, not at all.

The mantis arm is a car, and the grasshopper shakes the tree.

The grandson and the great-grandson are older than the great-grandfather, how can there be a reason not to lose?

Defeated!

I didn't say anything, those nine guys were angry, angry.

But what if you are angry?

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, tigers can't bite wolves, not to mention that there are thousands of bandits, and they are all good at scolding, and they are in a high position, and they are only nine, and their mouths are relatively clumsy, whether in terms of momentum or "depth of scolding", etc., they are worse than bandits I don't know how many levels, it is normal to lose, if you win, then it is called a ghost.

It's just scolding, it's not a good thing, if you lose, you lose, it's nothing, it's a bandit, so many people have won nine of them in terms of lip service, what is there to be proud of, so angry?

Not ashamed, but proud.

What a shame!

The nine guys thought about it and were relieved.

However, it is impossible to let them go away and let the bandits go, absolutely impossible, and if they don't clean up the bandits today, they will never give up.

The bandits don't fire cannons, smash stones, scatter lime, or throw fireballs, and the nine guys below don't throw shells at the hill anymore, although there are still a lot of them.

Of course, it's not that the nine guys are bored or don't want to throw it, it's really because Long Xiaoyao let the bandits pull several nets, and the * they threw on them were basically all bounced back, almost no killing effect, and it was just a waste of effort to throw them again.

Yes, they are not very smart.

However, even if they are stupid, they are definitely not pigs' heads, they still have a little brain, and they naturally won't do it if they work in vain.

It's a man, just solve the problem in a man's way.

"Turtle sons, that's what old ladies and shrews do, it's nothing to do, if you are standing and peeing, if there is a kind, come down and fight with Lao Tzu! Oh no, you are so useless, all pus and big waste, Lao Tzu is so tough, if you are single-handed, Lao Tzu is bullying you too much! If you don't dare, hum, then don't be embarrassed here, hurry up and go back and beat your mother's ass once......"

Furious!

It's so arrogant!

Is it tolerable, which is unbearable?!

All the bandits were so angry that their teeth creaked and their mouths and noses were spewing heavily, not to mention how angry they were.

In particular, the big bandit leader was even more angry in his eyes, and his heart and lungs were full of anger, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he suddenly waved his hand and swept away the bandits, and spoke: "Who is going to kill that bastard for Lao Tzu? Who is going to ?! it?"

No one!

Just kidding, anger is anger, I want to think about it, but this doesn't mean that all the bandits are brain-pumping, and it doesn't mean that they are all brain-dead idiots and big fools, and they still have self-knowledge.

Kill that guy?

Hmph, this is not a dream, nor is it a playhouse, where is it so easy?

You know, that bastard is not a general, he is not an embroidered pillow, absolutely not, from the fact that he was able to walk around the courtyard in the midst of the indiscriminate bombardment of the bandits just now and was unharmed.

He's strong, very strong.

Playing with him, where are these minions who only have three-legged cat kung fu?

If it doesn't work, it's definitely no fun.

What's more, how can he believe him when he says that he is one? What if a few other big guys suddenly join in? Not to mention that they only have one life, even if they have ten or a hundred, I am afraid that it will not be enough to die at all.

Hitting a stone with an egg is difficult to have a good child.

They haven't lived enough, so how can they die on their own?

Impulsiveness is the devil.

Do what you can, otherwise you will regret it, and there will be no place to cry when the time comes.

Wise self-preservation, the choice of the wise.

Don't go!

Resolutely not go!

The bandits shut up, their heads lowered, their bodies shrunk, and they prayed in their hearts that they would not let the big bandit leader see them, don't.

Can not see?

Hmph, how is that possible?

Just kidding, the big bandit leaders are not blind, and they are not ants or fleas, they are all so big, and they are so close to the big bandit leader, how can the big bandit leader not look at them?

I can see it, and I can see it very clearly, it's so clear that many guys can see a few cold hairs on their faces.

didn't say it, the big bandit leader was very angry, gritted his teeth, his fists were clenched so loudly that he couldn't help but want to catch a few guys and flatten them all, but the minions present retreated together, and the people were angry, just in case, he didn't dare to rashly use force against them, so he could only wave his hand and sweep away the bandits, and scolded angrily: "Seeds, waste, a group of rice buckets!"

What is there to be a bad seed? Lao Tzu doesn't care, hum.

Hehe, waste is also better than dead things.

If we are a rice bucket, then you are a big rice bucket, an old rice bucket!

You have a kind, you are powerful, you can do it......

The bandits were unhappy in their hearts, but no one dared to open their mouths to refute them, so they could only slander them in their hearts.

"Aren't they all quite gentlemen on weekdays? What's wrong with it, what's the matter, are you scared?" The big bandit leader swept away the bandits, and the nest fire in his heart was almost about to spontaneously combust: "Usually one can blow more than the other, and when eating, drinking, and playing with women, one is more active than the other, and one is more fierce than the other, what's wrong now? Why don't you squeak? Why don't you rob it?!"

Weekdays are weekdays, and you also said, that's normal, is it ordinary now? Obviously not! Since it's not, why should Lao Tzu be positive?

It's unprofitable, what's the squeak? It's a waste of words, it's a waste of effort, Lao Tzu doesn't have nothing to do, I'm in danger, I'm sick?

Hmph, Lao Tzu hasn't lived enough, why should he rob? What is it like to be brain-dead?

......

The bandits were still silent, their eyelashes were blurred, and no matter how the big bandit leader scolded, insulted, and provoked, they didn't pay attention to him at all.

The big bandit leader was so angry and angry, but he couldn't do anything: "Cowards, a bunch of cowards! Lao Tzu's face has been lost to you!"

"We've lost your face? Hmph, where have we lost your face? We're obviously protecting your face, okay?" The second village master really couldn't help it, looked at the big bandit leader, and shouted very dissatisfied: "The guys below are not easy to look at, they are definitely not something we can destroy, the brothers will die if they go down, and there is no possibility of survival! What do you want the brothers to go down? Do you give it to the trainers? The brothers go down and are slaughtered like melons and vegetables by that guy, and your face will be bright? Is it?

"Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu ......"

"You want to go down? Of course, this couldn't be better! After all, you are our boss, and you should take the lead! What's more, your cultivation is the highest, and even if you can't win if you go down, you should not worry about your life, and it is still relatively safe. You, the most suitable!"

"Fit a fart!Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu ......"

"What's wrong? Are you afraid of death?"

"You!"

"Then you're going down, aren't you? Okay, it's worthy of our boss, it's the master!" the second village master said, waved his hand at the bandits, and said: "Brothers, the boss is willing to personally slash the bastards below, it's amazing, let's give the boss a chirp, okay?"

"Okay!" all the bandits shouted in unison, and then clapped vigorously.

At this moment, the big bandit leader was embarrassed, his head was confused, and he really didn't know what to do.

Seeing this, the second village master secretly sneered, and then said loudly: "The boss is mighty! The brothers are optimistic about you, don't let the brothers down! Go down, kill that guy!"

I want to kill you!

You bastard, you are a sinister son, you are really hateful, you are so hateful!

The big bandit leader hated the second village master to death, and he really couldn't help but want to immediately slash the second village master, chop it up, and feed the dog!

However, before he could make a move, the second village master waved his hand at the bandits and shouted: "Brothers, beat the drums!"

"Good!" the drummer replied, and then the deafening sound of war drums sounded "dong dong", so that it was not violent.

At the same time, many bandits brandished their blades and shouted the slogan "The boss is mighty, the boss will win......