A few grass cowards squeezed their eyebrows, as if they had the idea of retreating.

Seeing this, Wei Changpan didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of these three people, so he didn't dare to rush forward for a while.

Suddenly, Qian Erye moved, and the saber on his waist was unsheathed, it was a knife, a short-handled knife of three feet and two inches. In the Da Yao Law, the long-handled knife is a long blade, and each casting must be registered in the register, and the price is more than half of the price.

There is no fancy inlay of gold and jade on the swords of the children of the official eunuchs, and the sword of Second Master Qian is no different in shape from the knife of any ordinary Dayao soldier except for a dangerous blood groove. It's just that compared to blades made in batches by craftsmen, the material is better and sharper.

As if stunned by the cold light on the knife, Cao Kou stopped making eye contact and put on a posture of resisting the enemy, but his feet were rubbing back a little.

Just as the lean man at the head was about to turn around and run into the nest of the tree, his brain was not good, so he roared, strode forward, raised his knife and swung it at Wei Changpan's buttocks.

Wei Changpan, who couldn't drive his horse to avoid this blow, saw the woodcutter approaching, and he could only risk being cut in the arm to meet the dagger, and the blades intersected.

However, this dagger simply cut off the head of the woodcutter by a palm, which is no more difficult than cutting tofu.

The other two people, who had already been half of their bodies in the bushes, saw that he didn't know how to advance or retreat, and they gritted their teeth and stamped their feet to help, but Qian Erye, who didn't know when to get off the horse, stopped in front of the two, put the knife on his shoulder at will, and crossed his waist with the other hand.

"Qingshan Town, Qishan County, Sprinkle Jiaqi, domineering knife, Qian Cai, Qian Erye is also, the thief is rampant!"

The two grass cowards who heard Second Master Qian's name seem to feel familiar, and after a while, they seemed to remember something, pointed at Second Master Qian's nose and shouted:

"I know, you're just tired..."

"What a big boldness, dare to be distracted in front of the Sprinkle family's domineering knife, and you can't seek death?!" Second Master Qian's face, which was half covered by a beard, turned red imperceptibly, interrupted the words of the two grass cowards, and then swung a knife.

A single knife cut off the blades in the hands of the two people.

These are just farm tools made of wrought iron, and they are not qualified blades, and it is normal for them to hit other iron tools, but today they are cut off by people one after another, but it is too terrifying.

The lean man at the head speculated that either the blade in his hand was a divine weapon, or his martial arts were unfathomable.

Either way, it's not something their brothers can afford to mess with.

They dropped half of their blades, and their knees touched the ground:

"A good man spares his life. ”

Second Master Qian turned to look at Wei Changpan.

Horse battle is no different from missing two legs for him, Wei Changpan turned over and dismounted after breaking the slender man's knife head, but in a hurry, his foot and neck were stuck in the stirrup, and he pulled it out twice in a row, and at this time, the thin man forced up again.

Although the slender man is a fool, he is born with the strength of a bull, and his size is worth three or five years older. It's just that in the summer when I was ten years old, I lay down in the shade under the mill and took a nap, and kicked the mule that pulled the mill to the back of the head and flew out, and since then my head has been a little bad, and now I feel that the ground where I was kicked back then has a depression the size of a boy's fist, and someone has to slap it twice when it is really chaotic.

"You turtle knife is good, come, come, come to compare fists and feet. The tall and thin man threw down the half-cut knife that was not even sharp for chopping wood, and stumbled towards Wei Changpan.

It is in the arms of Wei Changpan.

Wei Changpan, who has not yet been taught the blade kung fu by Qian Erye, is still the best at splitting and collapsing. Although the dagger took a big advantage, it was still a little awkward, and it was far from being comfortable with fists and feet.

In addition, this dagger was still given by the master, if there was any accidental damage, he Wei Changpan would never be reluctant.

It was only after the first move that Wei Changpan was shocked that this slender man's strength was unusual, and he realized how powerful the previous knife was, and if he changed to an ordinary blade, he would definitely get rid of it.

After blocking a punch, he felt a pain in his wrist, so he took a step forward and made a stride punch, hitting the slender man without pain, Wei Changpan was thrown over and hit the side of the face, and suddenly there seemed to be countless mosquitoes and flies buzzing in his ears.

After a few more moves with the slender man, Wei Changpan's fists were all painful, but that person punched and punched, and the fist was to the flesh, even Wei Changpan, who was used to being beaten by Qian Erye, was a little unbearable, and the man was still violent.

Wei Changpan, who forcibly suppressed some tense feelings, was no longer in a hurry to share the victory with the slender man, and was caught off guard before, in addition to his strength far exceeding expectations, that is, his moves were completely different from when Qian Erye fed his fist, maybe it could be called unruly, but it was such a disorganized turtle king eight punches, and he would be forced to suppress the famous fist in Zhang Wu's hands.

Maybe this is the so-called indiscriminate punching to kill the master?

Around the two horses on the path, the two began to pick up their sons, the slender man saw that the other two grass cowards were captured, it can be said that he was eager to fight, and he wanted to kill Wei Changpan with one punch to save people, but he was played around by Wei Changpan and still couldn't touch the corners of his clothes, so he couldn't help it.

"You baby, why do you look like a fish curd. The panting slender man scolded, he had not been able to eat enough for several days in a row, and his physical strength was already a little exhausted at this time, his pace slowed down significantly, and he turned his head to look around, but he didn't see Wei Changpan's figure.

"Turtle, reckless..."

The stumbling scolding came to an abrupt end.

Wei Changpan got out from under the horse's belly, raised the dagger in his right hand and pointed it at the throat of the slender man.

The slender man who raised his hands was still muttering and scolding, all of which were foreign dialects that Qian Er Ye and Wei Changpan couldn't understand, and they didn't need to look at words and expressions to know that it would definitely not sound good.

Qian Erye kicked the three of them together, handed the knife in his hand to Wei Changpan, and took out two pieces of single clothes from his carry-on luggage and twisted them into ropes to tie them to the three of them.

After finishing all his work, he greeted Wei Changpan: "Let's go, go back to the county government of Qishan County to receive the reward, and take a big thief can take fifty taels of silver, and these three people can be worth two hundred taels of silver." ”

At this time, the weather had not yet warmed up, and the three straw robbers were still wearing patches and patches, and they were tied up and unable to move, and their hands and feet were stiff.

"If you want to kill or chop, whatever you do, Lao Tzu knows that it will fall into the hands of your turtle, it is better to kill you with a knife back then. ”

Second Master Qian, who could hear the words of the lean man at the head, snatched the knife from Wei Changpan's hand.

Then.