I saw that the big man at the head only hesitated for a moment, and then a cruel smile slowly opened on his face, looking at the sour scholar with a white face in front of him, it was like looking at a heavy bag of silver, and the eye-catching scar across his forehead writhed slightly with his gloomy smile, like a little snake waking up from sleep.

The big man with the scar twisted his neck slightly, making a "clucking" sound, and then looked at the younger brothers behind him with a smile and shook his head at them, meaning that they could teach the scholar who was not very clear-minded.

"Stinky boy, let you take care of the uncle's idle ......"

His head was only halfway back, and before he could finish his cruel words, his words were interrupted by a fist that was embedded in his face.

Time seemed to stand still in that moment.

The big men who had just been instructed and had just shaken their heads and had not walked a few steps were all stunned as if they had seen a ghost.

One of the men, who had been holding a blade of grass in his mouth, didn't even notice that the blade of grass in his mouth had been in his mouth for an unknown amount of time and had fallen to the ground.

In their eyes, the scholar who was still amiable and stupid for a moment just took one step, and then his figure seemed to turn into a white phantom, and appeared in front of his boss in a flash, and then without pause, he pulled a punch on the shoulder, and then rushed straight out, embedded in the face of his boss.

In the next moment, the big man with the scarred face fell straight backwards as if he had just reacted, and flew diagonally a foot away before smashing to the ground, rolling his eyes, and seeing that he was unconscious.

Before a group of big men who were already stunned in place had time to come back to their senses, they looked blankly at the big brother on the ground who didn't know if there was any other life, and then instantly pulled their eyes back to the strange scholar.

The scholar's face had lost the kindness it had before, replaced by slightly narrowed eyes and a slightly wicked smile on the corners of his mouth.

Then the big men who were already shocked heard the scholar's words, obviously with obvious and incomparable banter, but they inexplicably felt a piercing chill:

"Gave you face?"

Hearing this, those big men were almost so frightened that they knelt down directly for this uncle.

They've almost figured it out, this isn't a fucking Shilaozi scholar, whose scholar can beat people out of a foot with one fist?!

It's either a ghost or a ghost who is so idle!

But no matter what it is, these cold sweats are falling like rain, and they almost feel that they are going to explain in this alley today.

The face of the man who fell at the end was even more frightened, and he almost couldn't help but turn around and give the young man who sold wontons another kick.

It's all your kid's fault, Lao Tzu hasn't even slept with a woman!

But when he thought of the scholar ghost who could scare a person to death, he stopped his impulse again, for fear that before he turned his head, he would fly to the ghost and tear off his head.

On the wall, not to mention the surprised scholar Jia Xianren, Jiang Sinan, who didn't care about it and looked like he was watching a play, looked at Xun Ming's sudden move and the sudden change before and after those big men, and he was also interested, and began to look at everyone carefully with some relish.

Well, this kid's face is full of pain, his brows are furrowed, and he is afraid and has a strong resentment at the same time, he should be a chick who has never touched a woman.

This older one, why is there still a little determination on his face? Life is so unsatisfactory?

While Jiang Sinan was looking at those men, Xun Ming, who was covered with a face, was also quietly looking at those people.

After just one glance, he rolled his eyes without a trace, a little disappointed.

Just when the group of men who seemed to be tormenting in the steamer began to be a little overwhelmed, the scholar who was probably a ghost threw the silver ingots at the feet of the big man who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and then sneered:

"It's embarrassing to come out with this little ability?"

Then in the eyes of those big men, the scholar disappeared suddenly, just as quietly as he appeared.

What they didn't see was that the scholar was halfway through his words, and he wanted to say something more, but in the end he didn't say anything.

After being stunned for a long time, the men who felt as if they had picked up a small life at the ghost gate gate slammed into the tightly blocked trolley at the entrance of the alley one by one as if they were frightened, and stumbled out wildly.

Of course, before leaving, they didn't forget to bring their eldest brother Scar, who was blessed by their ancestors and didn't punch the ghost to death...... and the silver of the ingots.

As for the wonton vendor who beat him half to death, naturally no one cared about it, and he fell in the alley with a bloodied face, his body arched like a cooked shrimp.

Walking on the stone road again, Jia Xianren was curious, but he wanted to ask but didn't dare, Jiang Sinan was also a little curious about Xun Ming's strange handling methods, but unlike the unlucky scholar, he asked directly to Xun Ming:

"Eh, Brother Xun, you wasted so much precious time to do such unfavorable things? Just play with those few people who aren't monks? ”

said that it was precious time, and naturally referred to the sentence "A moment of Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold", but Jiang Sinan was not opposed to saving the wonton dealer who was almost beaten to death, but he was a little strange about Xun Ming's way of dealing with too many crooked intestines.

Just a few people, isn't it over with one punch? How much time can it take?

What do you have to say to them about things that can be solved by hand?

Xun Ming, who had already labeled Jiang Sinan as a "reckless man", sighed a little "unexpectedly", and then gave Jiang Sinan an an extremely pitiful look, and almost wrote "You kid really doesn't have many brains" on his face.

Reckless men are reckless men, but Jiang Sinan, who can be a young sect master, is naturally not stupid, but can be said to be very smart, looking at Xun Ming's almost undisguised eyes, his mouth is almost crooked.

Damn, a little monk of the Cave Heaven Realm, dare to talk to Jindan Daxian like this? Kindness???

Then he saw the words on the face of the big garlic, which changed from "You kid really don't have many brains" to "reckless".

Can you still have a good chat?!

Suddenly blocked his heart in one breath, Jiang Sinan suddenly had the urge to draw his sword, but after the eyes that only saw a clear color suddenly flashed in his mind, he immediately became calm again.

Forget it, let this kid go.

Then he heard the incomparably unbeaten big garlic and finally put away the cheap look and began to speak:

"You thought of it, if you punch one by one today, and knock down all those ruthless big men, then the wonton seller will be lucky today and be beaten less, maybe it will be better luck, and it can be regarded as picking up a life."

"Then have you ever thought that after you finished being a hero today, and then you just patted your ass and flew away very chicly, then the wonton seller who was born here and grew up here, what will he do in the future?"

"Settle accounts for those people who have suffered a big loss, even if they are lucky enough to pick up a small life, then the days after that will only be more sad, maybe life will be worse than death."