Chapter 1: Fist and Kick Fight

The spring breeze is ten miles, dandelions are like snow, the stream is murmuring, and a clear river meanders around a village.

Under the blue sky, among the white clouds, in the fields far away from the village, villagers dressed as farmers are working in the spring. Some of them turned the soil, some sowed seeds, and some watered, and they had a clear division of labor and an orderly manner.

Occasionally, a few spring birds spread their wings and flew low over the little green in the field, and from time to time they made one or two crisp chirps, like singing.

"Arishiba, get out of the way?" At this moment, an urgent exclamation suddenly sounded, and then a figure suddenly sat up from the ground.

Then a pair of eyes full of surprise and astonishment opened, and then looked at the scene in front of them in amazement.

I saw that the field in front of me was in spring, but the land in front of me was purple and red, delicate and bloody!

"What is this place?" Wei Qing suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

He stood up suddenly, and then the next moment he suddenly let out an "ah".

He held his head in his hands and forced himself to calm down as he endured the sharp pain in his head.

After a while, the pain in Wei Qing's head gradually subsided, and he slowly lowered his hands holding his head.

Wei Qing, who calmed down a little, looked up at the world in front of him, and as his observation deepened and detailed, he found that the world in front of him was very different from the world he was in.

Because although the world here is still blue and white, the ground under its feet is purple-red, and the grass around it is not usually tall and lush, and even the saplings are thick and tall.

Looking up into the distance, Wei Qing found that the woods in the distance were dark green, like a sea of green.

And he visually measured the height of the trees, and conservatively estimated that almost all of these tall trees were above 100 meters.

"What the hell is this place?" The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and Wei Qing couldn't help but feel a trace of vigilance and vigilance in his heart.

However, at this moment, several frolicking children ran over and found Wei Qing standing in a daze.

The children were about ten years old, the eldest was twelve or thirteen years old, and the youngest was eight or nine years old, three men and two women, dressed strangely, and looked at them vigilantly.

The reason why these children are strangely dressed is that these children are not wearing exactly cloth clothes, but also some animal skin clothes, just like the primitive clothes of people in the slave society.

However, their clothes are close to the clothing of modern people.

Don't you see the little flower made of rope stuck in the heads of the two girls?

Seeing that he was being stared at like a monkey, Wei Qing's brows couldn't help frowning, and his eyes stared at the former.

"Gurgling?" Seeing Wei Qing's solemn expression and unkind eyes staring at himself and the others, the oldest child stared at Wei Qing and asked.

Hearing that he couldn't understand the language spoken by this kid at all, and he couldn't even hear the other party's pronunciation clearly, Wei Qing's heart suddenly cooled, and he wailed: "I'm fork! What the hell is this place? ”

Just as Wei Qing was wailing in her heart, the girl with what looked like a chrysanthemum headdress on her head suddenly turned around and shouted to the peasants working in the fields.

"Gurgling—"

Hearing the girl's shout, Wei Qing was suddenly startled, looked up, and couldn't help but curse "I fork" in his heart.

Because he saw that the peasants working in the fields suddenly put down their farm tools and ran over one by one.

Seeing seven or eight tall and sturdy peasants rushing towards him from all directions, Wei Qing's face changed suddenly, and he stared at the peasants running wildly in front of him in horror.

Because he felt a trace of primitive savage and ferocity from these seven or eight peasants, like wild beasts.

In almost a minute, the peasants who were a kilometer away rushed in front of him, and then the seven or eight peasants lined up in turn and surrounded themselves, staring at him unkindly.

Seeing that the farmers in front of him were nearly two meters tall and sturdy and burly, Wei Qing couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart.

Although he also practiced the fist and foot kung fu with a Jianghu magic stick, and achieved a little success, but at this time, he also trembled when he saw the seven or eight strong men in front of him.

Mud horses, these strong men who are about the same as O'Neill, how can they fight themselves?

If there is only one other party, it is okay, and you can still bite the bullet and bargain with the other party.

But now the other party is a group of people!

What else can I do?

Admit defeat decisively and pretend to be cowardly!

Wait a minute! He suddenly remembered a fatal question, he couldn't understand what the other party said!

Even if you pretend to beg for mercy, the other party doesn't know!

"Gurgling~" Sure enough, just as Wei Qing's mind was spinning rapidly to find a countermeasure, the strong man who was nearly two meters tall spoke up.

Seeing that the expression on the other party's face was becoming more and more fierce, Wei Qing couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, and then he saw the tallest strong man raise his hand, point at himself, and shout "grunt".

Suddenly, the two strong men beside him raised their hands and clenched their fists, strode forward, and walked towards Wei Qing left and right.

Seeing two strong men walking towards him, Wei Qing's body couldn't help but tense, and his heart hung up.

At this time, he was only more than one meter seven tall, thin and thin, although he had practiced boxing and kicking for several years, he had never fought with such a tall and strong man, and he was also a little stunned at this time.

However, when the other party raised his hand to grab him, Wei Qing stepped on the ground and twisted his body, dodging the big hand that rushed to the strong man on his right side.

When the strong man saw that he had missed, his expression suddenly changed, he roared a little angrily, and raised his foot to sweep towards Wei Qing, who was dodging.

"Whew~Whew~"

Two strong winds howled.

Hearing the whistling wind on the left and right, Wei Qing's heart was shocked, and he immediately squatted down, and two legs swept past his head. Then he tilted his body, rolled around on the ground, and stood up with his hands on the ground, breaking away from the left and right siege of the two strong men.

Seeing that Wei Qing was such a small point and got rid of the siege of two strong men, the faces of these strong men suddenly changed, and the eyes of the strong man who was obviously the leader stared straight at Wei Qing.

Obviously, he didn't expect Wei Qing to be so flexible in his hands and feet.

The two strongest deputies under his command failed to capture the kid in front of him.

Immediately, he let out a low roar, and the two strong men immediately turned red when they heard the roar of the head, and after glaring at Wei Qing, who had a solemn face, they retreated unwillingly.

The head stared at Wei Qing fiercely, and slowly walked forward.

Seeing the other party's head walking towards him, Wei Qing suddenly felt a trace of pressure.

Obviously, the man in front of him, wearing tiger skin and a string of bone teeth on his wrist, was much stronger than the two strong men just now.

"Gurgling~" The tiger-skinned man stared at him, looked up and pointed at himself from time to time, and then turned his head to look at the child who had been pulled aside by two female farmers.

Seeing this, even if Wei Qing didn't know what the other party said, he could guess what the other party meant.

He immediately pointed at the child, then raised his hand and waved his hand, shaking his head.

The tiger-skinned man's ugly face improved slightly after hearing this, but after the strong man who couldn't capture Wei Qing muttered, the tiger-skinned man frowned and turned his head to look at Wei Qing.

Seeing the unkind gaze of the tiger-skinned man, Wei Qing's heart sank again.

He knew that the other party would not give up unless he could defeat the perfect tiger skin man.

Thinking of this, he twisted his neck, shook his hand, and slowly clenched his fists.