The crowd was divided, and four fiery figures crashed into view.

One tall and three short, one bald, three hats, the contrast is particularly strong.

The four walked side by side, as if four steel knives were dragging them along: the wide streets, because of their presence, seemed to accommodate no superfluous people: so that it was difficult for the people to notice that the bald man was followed by a man in Tsing Yi.

Mu Yuanlang noticed it, so he reacted instinctively and told Thirteen Lang about his identity.

He shouted, "It's you, it's you!"

At the same time, the people around them also exclaimed, and automatically reported the identities of these people.

"Angry Bannerman!"

"Horned Clan!"

Once it was clear who these people were, the momentum of the crowded side suddenly disappeared, and those who originally planned to come out retracted their necks, and several surrounding patriarchs also retreated, and the crowd flashed to both sides with a brush, leaving a large gap.

Thirteen Lang handed Xiao Ziyi to Mu Yuanlang, who was a little frightened, gently brushed off a trace of wrinkles on the hem of his clothes, and stood up.

He said, "Qiu Ba, it's really a dog. ”

Qiu Ba was very angry, angry at the appearance of the Wind Splitting Beast, angry at the disappearance of the Wind Splitting Beast, and even more angry at the sudden prosperity of the Mu Family Village, especially at the young man in front of him who called him a dog.

It took a huge price for the Luka to lure the Wind Splitting Beast to Mujiazhai, and after only one attack by the dragon, the damn beast disappeared into thin air and never appeared in Yunli again. And the news that came later was even more desperate, in just two months, the strength of the Mujiazhai people had been significantly improved.

Originally, the Luka clan wanted to annex the other party with only three points of certainty, but if they could get rid of the old immortal Ah Gong and the injured and immortal Mutu, the advantage could be expanded by seven points. The current situation is that the two divisions are evenly matched, and Ruka has no advantage at all except for having a disciple who has been able to enter Huoyun Mountain.

And all this is said to have originated from this young man with eight fingers: what is especially incomprehensible is that with a good face, he somehow got involved with the old witch of Mrs. Mei, and performed a long-lasting good show. After this annual meeting, Mujiazhai has a bumper harvest, not only getting acquainted with a large number of surrounding tribes, but also improving its strength again. In the long run, how will the Ruka deal with themselves?

If you can't annex Mujiazhai, you won't be able to satisfy the appetite of the angry envoy: if you can't satisfy his appetite, the children of the clan won't be able to gain a foothold in Huoyun Mountain: if you can't gain a foothold, you will in turn affect the Luka tribe. After repeating the cycle like this, I am afraid that if I can't wait for the day when the disciple comes out, the Luka Department will be dragged down, so how can he not be in a hurry.

Endure until now, the arrival of the angry envoy made him see the hope that Kouqiu Ba used a little trick, and the angry envoy himself was eyeing Mujiazhai, so everything was logical.

The bald man is the angry messenger, and as the name suggests, the angry envoy is always full of anger. At this moment, after hearing Thirteen Lang say two insinuations in a row... , After the scolding, anger made the adults even more angry, and they were on the verge of going berserk.

The fury was tall, with thick bones, and his entire skull glowed red, looking like a burning fireball. Walking all the way with the four people around him, the angry envoy looked at the gentle young man opposite, and an evil fire was born in his heart for no reason.

"Mrs. Mei hooked up with this kid? It's no wonder that the girls like this kind of delicate-looking man, Qingqi makes this so, this one...... , even more so. ”

Walking all the way to the three feet in front of Thirteen Lang, the angry envoy looked down at Thirteen Lang, and the corners of his mouth flashed a cruel smile.

"You're Xiao Bazhi?"

His voice was a little loud, his voice was a little rough, and as he spoke, the air around him seemed to be about to burn, and there was a sense of anxiety. ...,

Shisanlang frowned slightly, looked back at Ziyi, and found that the little girl was not so frightened, so he was relieved.

"Take Ziyi inside. ”

After commanding Mu Yuanlang, Thirteen Lang turned around and said to the angry envoy who was already impatient: "I am Xiao Bazhi. ”

He added, "Who are you?"

Knowingly asking is naturally disrespectful.

The angry envoy was furious, laughed back in anger, and shouted: "Good boy, you have a kind! dare to say that you don't know this seat!"

Shisanlang asked curiously: "I naturally have a kind, don't you have it?"

Such a blatant provocation really should not come from the mouth of a mountain man. Don't say it's an angry envoy, even to strangers, Thirteen Lang has never been so engraved. The people around looked sideways, wondering if this little brother was crazy, could it be that he was teaching the little girl to be distracted by cultivation, but he was refining his anger.

Even more outrageous was still to come, Thirteen Lang looked at the angry envoy seriously and said, "It's really like." ”

"You're looking for death!"

An angry roar suddenly sounded, but it was not the anger that caused him to attack, but Qiu Bakou's eagerness to show loyalty, and at the same time eager to ignite the fire, Qiu Bakou didn't even think about it, and hurriedly stepped forward and raised his hand to grab Thirteen Lang's neck.

He is a standard two-star war spirit strength, how can he care about a little qi refining cultivator. Although because of that message, it is rumored that Thirteen Lang hid his cultivation: but the Angry Envoy is here, and there are three foreign masters to suppress the formation, if Qiu Ba is afraid, he is not worthy of being the head of the clan.

When he started, Qiu Ba had already secretly made up his mind that no matter what the other party had, he would force him out of the prototype. If he's just a weak teenager as he seems, he'll be abolished!

Anyway, if there is an angry envoy present, anything can be taken care of, even if the Four Treasures Garden is a little dissatisfied, it is not a big deal.

With murderous intent in his heart, Qiu Ba added three more points of strength when he probed his hand, and a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

Things happened so fast that before the people around him could even figure out what was going on, Qiu Ba's palm had already reached the eyes of Thirteen Lang. Seeing that the head of the clan himself had intervened, the people exclaimed in unison, and the faint-hearted even closed their eyes, unable to bear to see what was to come.

The five fingers were like hooks, drawing an afterimage in the air, straight to the young man's throat.

The next moment, Qiu Ba's palm touched a real thing, and he instinctively shook it violently.

"Ahh

A terrible howl to the extreme, intermingling with the neat exclamations around it, made it difficult to discern what was going on.

"Poof!"

Qiu Ba knelt on the ground and knelt in front of Thirteen Lang, hissing and wailing continuously.

One of his hands held the ground hard, struggling to keep his head from touching the ground, and the hard bluestone was smashed to pieces, showing the force of it.

His other hand...... If that can still be called, he was tied into a ball of twist by Thirteen Lang, twisted behind him, and lifted it high, and then pressed down hard.

"Ahh

Qiu Hachi let out a wail again, and finally couldn't resist the pain of his swollen shoulders as if he was about to shatter and crawled to the ground.

"Ho!"

"Faxiu double cultivation!"

"More than two stars...... Could it be Samsung!"

There was an uproar, and the crowd around was like oil in a frying pan, completely boiling.

A teenager, the double cultivation of the Dharma body defeated the two stars! In connection with the previous rumors, people's eyes when they looked at Thirteen Lang changed, from simple friendship to awe, and there was deep incomprehension.

A common question arises: Who is he?

Before people had time to think about it, the next scene once again attracted all attention, and also allowed them to see another side of this handsome young man: brutality and indifference...,

Thirteen Lang's face did not change at all, and he was as calm as if he had a clear spring. He lifted his right foot and crushed it with his left hand, which was on the ground.

"Click!"

Qiu Ba suddenly screamed, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His inner house was unharmed, but it suddenly changed, and extreme humiliation, remorse, fear, hatred and resentment were intertwined, causing him to vomit blood.

He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to connect: the physical pain, as well as the consequences of the disability of the limbs, instantly came to his heart, and he instantly fell into despair.

He didn't even want to think about what awaited him next: because he knew he was gone!

The right hand was twisted into a ball of flesh and blood, and the left hand was completely trampled into a dough, such an injury, what kind of elixir can heal? What does the destruction of the hands mean to the war spirit, anyone who thinks that the brain capacity exceeds that of an earthworm can imagine it.

For Qiu Ba, the whole shijie has come to an end, and at this moment, he has nothing to fear.

Therefore he hated, hated and complained, complained and cried, howled with his life.

"I'm going to kill you! I swear with the life of my whole clan that I'm going to kill you! I want you to live better than die, I want to..."

He didn't want to beg for mercy, and he didn't want to call for help from the envoy: he just wanted to exchange his own life for the other party's life, as long as he could arouse the envoy's greater anger, even if he died, he would drag the other party to die together.

However, Qiu Ba soon found that what he had to endure was far from over.

What is more terrible than death, Jusan Lang told him with his actions.

In front of everyone's eyes, under the gaze of the angry envoy and the three aliens, Shisanlang raised his right foot and lightly tapped Qiu Ba's knee.

"Click!"

It's as if a hammer hits a straw pestle, and it couldn't be easier. Qiu Ba let out a miserable howl again, and his body was even lower.

With a slight twist of his wrist, Qiu Hachi, who was already limp on the ground, spun like a spinning top, and then he stepped out again, tapping on his other knee.

"Click!"

Shisanlang closed his feet, still grasping the arm that was about to be torn off in his hand, lifted it, and then pressed it down.

"Bang!"

Qiu Hachi struggled to raise his head, his chest hitting the ground, and squirting another mouthful of blood.

"It's going to hold up. ”

Thirteen Lang sighed, raised his hand again, and pressed it again.

"Bang! bang!"

Blood continued to spurt out of Qiu Ba's mouth, staining a piece of bluestone red, staining the entire ground under his body red, and continuing to spread.

All around, one after another, the dull and dazed gaze moved up and down, rising and falling with the rhythm of Thirteen Lang. In the distance, Mrs. Mei quietly poked her head out, her face was as pale as paper, and her whole body trembled violently, and she couldn't suppress it.

"Bang!"

"Ahh......h Help, Lord, help me!" As the head finally collided with the ground, Qiu Hachi finally gave up his dignity and wailed bitterly.

"It's good to be like this earlier. ”

Thirteen Lang let go of his hand, took out a silk scarf, carefully wiped the blood from his hand, and then raised his head.

Looking at the angry envoy with calm eyes, he said, "I'm Xiao Bazhi, who are you." ”。 ）