Kong Fang looked at the gray-haired old man in front of him and smiled: "Silver, okay!" For your sake, we don't want much, take out five thousand taels of silver and we'll go." ”

"Five thousand taels, you're crazy!" A strong man beside the village chief was furious, and he swung his fist and hit Kong Fang.

This strong man is worthy of being a farmer, although he has not practiced any kung fu, but he has been farming all year round, and his fists are strong and heavy, and ordinary men may not be his opponents.

It's a pity that he met Kong Fang, Kong Fang's rivers and lakes congratulate the heaven-swallowing dog, although it is not a dragon or a tiger, but he is also a half-step and second-grade martial arts master, where can he let such a cropper hit him? I didn't see how Kong Fang moved, but he waved his hand, and the firewood knife in his palm flickered, and the strong man's head fell to the ground and rolled to the side, but his body still maintained a state of rushing forward, but because he had no head, he had to fall to the ground with inertia, and blood flowed all over the ground.

"Xiao Zhang!" The old village elder exclaimed.

"Master!" One of the villagers let out a cry of pain and fell unconscious.

"Brother Zhang!"

"Brother Zhang!"

"Brother Zhang!"

Looking at the strong man in a different place, there were bursts of exclamations from the crowd, and many people looked at Kong Fang and the others, their eyes full of anger.

The old village chief looked at the blood flowing all over the ground, and was so shocked that he almost fainted. But thinking that there was still the life of a village behind him, he had to grit his teeth to keep himself awake, but his lucidity at the moment brought him far more pain than coma.

The shopkeeper of the inn was also in the middle of the crowd, at the moment when the strong man was beheaded, he covered his wife's eyes, but his eyes were full of hatred and helplessness, how he wanted to stand up and protect the familiar villagers, but he knew that he didn't have this ability, he regretted it, regretted that he didn't study martial arts seriously, and he had the opportunity to 。。。。。。

"Hehe, that's what happens if you rebel against us, you see? I don't want to say anything more, take out five thousand taels of silver, I can spare you, otherwise, hehe。。。。。。 Kong Fang bent down, picked up the head that had been cut off by himself, took it to his eyes, looked at it, shook his head, and threw it in front of the old village chief.

"Hero, we really don't have that much money, see if you can 。。。。。。" The old village chief knelt on his knees, kowtowed like pounding garlic, and begged Kong Fang bitterly.

Kong Fang didn't know that there was not so much money in this village, but the blacksmith and maid before made him feel angry in this village. What's more, the group of water thieves around him, although they have been with him for a long time, where have they ever lived the days of licking blood with knives? Without blood, they will never be able to do great things. Kong Fang had already made up his mind that he would slaughter this village.

Seeing the old village chief kneeling and pleading, Kong Fang only felt that such an old man was really interesting. A humble person really has a bad roots, the more he bullies him, the more he respects you. Look, his spineless appearance really makes people want to bully him.

Kong Fang raised his feet and said to the old village chief: "Come, lick the uncle's shoes clean, I can consider thinking about it, hehe." ”

The old village chief looked at the shoes that were covered with dust and animal feces, and what he didn't know what it was because of too much time, and his eyes flowed tears that he hadn't shed for decades, and he had long forgotten what it tasted like. He tightened his teeth, but when the fierce water thief in front of him and the helpless villager behind him came into his eyes, he finally had to slowly loosen his clenched teeth. Only then did he realize that sometimes, relaxation is really more laborious than biting.

The old village chief finally slowly stretched out his tongue in humiliation and licked the shoes.

Kong Fang watched the old village chief lick his shoes little by little, with a playful expression of disgust on his face, flew up with a kick, kicked the old village chief out of a foot, and scolded: "Old thing, shameless thing, your saliva has stained Lao Tzu's shoes, in addition to five thousand taels of silver, you have to pay for my shoes!" I have a thousand taels of shoes! ”

The villagers watched the old village chief being forced to lick the dirty shoes, and their eyes were already full of tears, and they saw the old village chief being kicked away, which one could bear it? But looking at the swaying firewood knives in the hands of the bandits and the unchilled bones of the farmer surnamed Zhang on the ground, the villagers had to hold back their anger. It has never been cultivation that makes people endure humiliation, but fear. They could only stare at the group of water thieves in front of them with cannibalistic eyes, but unfortunately, apart from their eyes, their hands and feet were already weak.

"Report! Boss, this is the treasure that the brothers have found, you can see it. A water thief dressed as a water thief leader trotted in front of Kong Fang and said flatteringly to Kong Fang. Behind him, several water thieves were holding all sorts of things in their hands, and each of them had happy smiles on their faces.

Kong Fang took a tiger skin from the hands of the first water thief, put it on his body and tried it, and nodded with satisfaction. I saw that this tiger skin was integrated, there was no trace of splicing, Kong Fang turned over and over and took the tiger skin to see, not only did he not see the traces of splicing, even the wounds on the tiger's body when he hunted the tiger were nowhere to be found, this is really a rare treasure. Since ancient times, there are people in small mountain villages who can hunt tigers, which is as rare as a legend, not to mention that this tiger skin is not damaged, it can be called flawless, which makes this tiger skin more valuable. Kong Fang knew that hunting tigers depended on either kung fu or luck. On kung fu, even if he relies on his ability, he can only escape when he sees a tiger, a master can hunt tigers, it must be true, but he has never seen such a master, the second-class master meets a tiger, maybe he can escape a life, he has such a ability, when he encounters a tiger, he can only die. Orions want to hunt tigers, one is to arrange traps in advance, the second is to have the spirit of not being afraid of death, and the third is to have good luck, which is really not easy, so whenever there is a tiger skin on the market, even if it is the financial resources of the three masters of Shengjin Lake, they may not be able to afford it. Originally, he thought that he might not be able to have a tiger skin in his life, but he didn't want to meet a horse in this place where birds don't shit, and his previous dissatisfaction with the blacksmith and the maid was relieved a lot.

Watching Kong Fang try on the tiger skin, the villagers looked at one of their companions with strange eyes that seemed to be sympathetic and sympathetic. This strong man is eight feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, but his face is surprisingly soft, giving people a feeling of spring breeze and rain, and the eyes of the villagers are staring at him tightly, while his eyes are fixed on the tiger skin in Kong Fang's hand. His eyes were spewing fire, but he dared not speak with anger.