In fact, Song Shan has seen a lot of people who beg for mercy on weekdays, not only this, but also those who flatter.

Of course, there are many people who are not afraid of power and dare to oppose him, but that was a few years ago, as his father stepped into the King Kong Realm, with those hard-boned ones disappearing one by one, there have not been many so-called martial artists who have done the right thing for heaven and chivalry over the years to trouble him.

It's rare to meet one, although it is a guise sent by the embroidery division, but he is still very happy.

I've been bored for a long time, and I suddenly come across something interesting, so I can't help but have more fun.

I'm happy today, so this farmer who is submissive and desperately begging for mercy didn't order a knife to be cut, but talked a little about sex.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine today." Song Shan didn't dare to grin too much when he smiled.

It hurts!

Seeing Song Shan smiling so fiercely, a little blood oozed out of the wound when he smiled, which scared the croppers.

He pointed out the door again, and regardless of whether the farmer understood it or not, he said, "You saw the man who chased him out on horseback just now." ”

He was referring to Fang Le Chi, and the farmer also knew it, so he nodded, wanting to run away quickly.

These martial arts practitioners, fighting, killing, and killing, can't take care of themselves, where can they take care of others? If you are injured by mistake, the good ones will be disabled, and the bad ones will die.

"His martial arts are very high, when he catches up with that thief, he only needs this, a knife!"

Song Shan suddenly slapped the table like this, wanting to scare and scare this farmer, trying to have fun.

The farmer was also very cooperative, and his face turned white with fright.

"I chopped off the thief's head with a single sword." Song Shan observed the reaction of the farmer, and when he saw that he didn't notice anything abnormal, he was secretly amused in his heart.

Sure enough, Uncle Fang was still too cautious, how could such a hillbilly and farmer be an assassin?

After a few scares, it didn't mean anything, he patted the postman on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Okay, go feed the little master's horse!" ”

The farmer was relieved and hurriedly ran out.

Song Shan looked at his back as he ran out, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, a guard took out a handkerchief and dipped it in water, and handed it over.

He wiped his hands, took a sip of water, and waited quietly for the Assassin who might kill him or the Assassin who had already taken the Assassin's room.

"Noble?"

"Huh?"

Song Shan looked back again, but saw that the farmer had gone and returned, and his arms were full of fodder and grass to feed the horses.

The farmer grinned suddenly, and his face was no longer timid.

Song Shan was shocked, instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and lowered his body to dodge.

The farmer threw the hay in his arms at the four of them, and the hay in his eyes obscured their vision.

The three guards were not strong outsiders, and when they saw the farmer's smile, they also felt that something was wrong, and they drew their knives one after another.

The hay fell to the ground, and the three guards glared angrily, glaring at the crop man, while Song Shan swallowed his saliva and lay on the ground with his left elbow propped up.

"Up! Give it to me! Kill him! ”

The farmer's face was full of indifference, his left hand was diagonally holding the sword, his eyes were sharp, like a sword and a knife, staring at Song Shan.

Song Shan was stared at by him, and the surroundings were quiet, and he could only hear his own breathing and heartbeat.

He glanced at his guard, who was still standing there without making a move, and then saw the farmer approaching step by step, annoyed and frightened, and shouted, "What are you three doing? Don't want to live anymore? Hurry up! Hurry up ......"

Song Shan was speechless all of a sudden, as if someone had choked his neck.

Knock - Knock - Knock -

With three sounds, the heads of the three guards fell to the ground, and then they lost their control and fell to the ground.

Blood stained Song Shan's brocade clothes red, splashing him all over the face.

Run!

Song Shan's face was covered with blood, looking at the farmer who was approaching with a sword in front of him, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Seeing that all three of his guards fell to the ground, he also knew that he was lucky just now, and subconsciously his feet were weak and he lay on the ground, so he could avoid the fatal sword. Otherwise, he is now in a different place, and he has no life at all.

Song Shan is an embroidered pillow, but he is also the young pavilion master of Tianwu Pavilion, and he is still a little anxious, he will never be weak when he should run, and his hands are so supported on the ground, it is a carp that fights and turns over, and the main gate has been blocked by this farmer, so he rushed to the back door.

The internal force and true qi were instilled in his legs, and he used all his strength to exert the Thousand Methods of the Heavenly Martial Pavilion's Zhen Sect's Peerless Divine Machine, brought out a string of afterimages, and ran out.

This farmer is actually the debt collector Wang Su.

Otherwise, it would not be such a coincidence, how could so many people be idle and panic to come to this wilderness to kill the young pavilion master of the Heavenly Martial Pavilion?

Wang Su saw the speed of Song Shan's escape, although he had already reserved it in his heart after seeing the boulder on the dangerous peak behind the temple, but when he saw it with his own eyes at this time, he was still secretly surprised.

Fortunately, I kept an eye on it and climbed up to take a look, otherwise I would have been deceived by this thief.

Song Shan's consistent arrogance is true, but it is false if he doesn't learn and has no skills.

Not to mention that Tianwu Pavilion has a lot of martial arts training resources, that is, the strange stones on the peak, the two add up, not to mention that Song Shan himself also has some ability, even if he brings a pig, he can cultivate a lot of eight or nine.

Wang Su just took a general look at it, and it was almost the same, this Song Shan's internal strength also has the Guanchuan Tongliu Realm, but the breath is slightly weaker, and it is not long enough, it should have just broken through, and the external strength is really a vertical and horizontal realm. This is in line with Wang Su's expectations, after all, Song Tianxing is such a son, he must have something good to use for his son, and he wants to come from urinating medicinal baths and medicinal diets, and under the accumulation, it is not difficult to cross the realm.

But the foundation is a little shallow.

Although Song Shan's magic machine thousand methods are extremely fast, Wang Su can also see that the foundation is actually unstable, most of them are piled up by those heavenly and earthly treasures, and they are both vertical and horizontal, compared with Fang Lechi and Wang Su, it is simply a difference between cloud and mud.

Because of this, Wang Su was not very panicked, although Song Shan's martial arts were beyond his expectations, they were still under control.

However, it is still necessary to make a quick decision, although I have already made arrangements, but Song Shan has also left a back hand, so don't be careless.

Wang Su's eyes were over, he held his sword, and he also used light skills to chase after him.

As mentioned earlier, although Wang Su's light skills are not as good as Tianwu Pavilion's Thousand Methods, although Song Shan's internal and external skills are in the same realm as Wang Su, the gap between different martial arts and different people in the same realm can be small or large, although Song Shan took more than a dozen steps ahead, but under Wang Su's luck, the gap between the two was quickly shortened to ten steps, and he was about to catch up.