"Xin Zhuo, the grandson of the bandits, is humble and lowly, ignores the laws of the court and the right way in the world, opposes the government, and repeatedly captures hostages.

Yellow-haired children, reckless and evil, not tolerated by heaven and earth, the rat still has fur, but you have no etiquette, do not judge yourself to thank the world, how can you have the face to live in the world?

No father and mother, a country mongrel, ignorant of the Four Books and Five Classics, not understanding the Seven Classics and Eight Meanings, rotten wood cannot be carved, and the wall of dung cannot be encircled!

You are disloyal, unfilial, unkind, unjust, unscrupulous, snake and rat, everyone gets and is punished, and you are extremely lowly......"

The person who spoke was a white-bearded old man with a majestic face and full of morality, and his mouth was like a river, and he was scolding endlessly.

There was silence when the mountain went up and down.

The words of this old man are not technical or squirting, nor are they the three-character spurts of the scoundrels in the market, but the scolding is ugly and harsh, and it simply degrades people to the dust.

Killing people is not a punishment, this kind of scolding is really a bit excessive, but ...... There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with scolding the bandits.

There are people who hate Xin Zhuo very much, such as Su Zefeng and the like, and they can't help but applaud.

There are also silent wait-and-see such as Shangguan Fan Qing and others.

Su Miaojin frowned slightly, and had the heart to say something, but she really had nothing to say.

Cui Ying'er on the mountain trembled, her face changed and changed, obviously angry.

"Big boss!"

Murong Xiu frowned and approached Xin Zhuo, and introduced: "It is the elder brother of the head of the Song family, the grandfather of Song Dong Xitang, and the old man of Song Mulian."

Xin Zhuo didn't make a sound, but his legs were no longer shaking, his back was straight, and there was a look on his face that no one could understand.

Frankly speaking, seeing so many people coming, the mind of holding the sacrificial spirit has faded, and it feels a bit of a mess, after all, there are many people and too ostentatious, how to calmly solve or leave is the last word.

Now his thoughts have not changed, and he can even scold back: "Haoshou horseman, gray-haired old thief, talk nonsense in front of me......"

But it feels really unnecessary and boring.

After a pause, he waved his hand: "Dagui go and take a look at the mountains and rivers in the back, promise to leave, Jiulang and Lao Bai will bring some people from the Tiger Village to bring Murong Lei and those people from the four families."

"Yes!"

Several people left in a hurry.

At this moment, the old man at the foot of the mountain suddenly stopped scolding, and stopped very abruptly, as if it was almost in high time, and it ended inexplicably, which made people unhappy.

I saw a middle-aged man beside the old man, taking advantage of the moment Xin Zhuo turned his head, he stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, bent slightly, flicked, and shot out five silver shining flying needles.

The five silver needles exuded a silver-red color throughout, and shimmered with a strange cold glow in the sun, which was obviously highly poisonous.

At this moment, two needles are on the ground, one on the left, one on the right, and one on the top, silently, going straight to Xin Zhuo's top and bottom left and right and the five death points in the center of the eyebrows.

I actually made a sneak attack plan that killed with one hit.

There are people with good eyesight at the bottom of the mountain, and they can't help but be in a commotion.

Murong Xiu also saw it, and exclaimed: "It's the Third Master Yuan's Soul Snatching Divine Needle!"

"Big bosses get out of the way!"

Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang didn't see it clearly, but after being reminded, they rushed in front of Xin Zhuo almost at the same time and blocked the needle with their bodies.

At this critical moment, Xin Zhuo's eyebrows furrowed, he quickly grabbed a few stones, and his figure flashed in front of Cui Ying'er's second daughter, and his fair and slender right hand turned mysteriously and weirdly, and then flicked it hard.

Xiao Xin Flying Knife!

Replace flying knives with stones.

The name of the second thief was not the second at all, and the seven hard stones drew seven black cold rays, and even the air was filled with a trace of ripples.

"Woo Woo Woo ......"

Five of them face five silver needles.

"Bang ......"

In mid-air, the stone struck the silver needle, making a crackling sound of objects shattering.

The stones shattered and fell to the ground.

The silver needle bent and fell to the ground.

However, the two extra stones, one ran to the old man of the Song family, and the other ran to the third master of the Yuan family, who used the silver needle.

This sudden secret weapon and countermeasure only happened in a short moment.

The ordinary people under the mountain looked lonely, and the martial artists of the eighth and ninth grades were a little dazed, but the people with advanced realms were shocked in their hearts.

Finally, someone reacted and shouted: "Uncle Song, Third Master Yuan, get out of the way!"

It's too late!

The old man who scolded people had studied scriptures and historical classics all his life, and his martial arts were only in the Eight Grades Realm, maybe he was scolding this time, but he only had to move his right foot in a hurry, and he was hit on the head by a stone.

Bang!

The neck was vigorously driven, leaned back violently, the body flew upside down, and the three people fell to the ground after smashing down, blood on their foreheads, their eyes closed, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

And that Third Master Yuan reacted very quickly, pulled out a crescent moon treasure knife, and blocked the stone with the knife.

"Dang!"

The stone shattered, the knife edge shattered, and he took three steps back, and the tiger's mouth exploded, and his face was already pale.

There was a dead silence.

Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang, who closed their eyes and waited for death, opened their eyes and looked dazed.

Murong Xiu looked at Xin Zhuo in horror, when did the big boss know the secret weapon? How clever is it?

The crowd under the mountain was also at a loss for a while.

Whether it was expecting Xin Zhuo's death, or some other thoughts, they were all shocked by this hand.

"Young Hall Master...... "Begonia girl is also a martial artist, and the shock on her little face at this time is beyond words, "This little thief has seven stars in one hand, and he is so good, that Yuan Sanye Seven Grades Realm, all of them have been resolved, what kind of hellish secret weapon technique is this?" ”

Shangguan Fan Qing's rare face was serious, and he stared at Xin Zhuo's right hand tightly: "I don't understand, martial arts in the world, I am not good at learning miscellaneous things, often a martial artist, I only practice one or two martial arts in my life." The clever secret weapon method, one of which requires technique, the second requires meridian reflection, and the third requires the blessing of a deep and dedicated mind.

It is extremely painful to open up the three meridians and five veins at the beginning, and this way is not fair, and most people are unwilling to learn it. Xin Zhuo's sword skills are profound and his palm skills are subtle, and he has actually cultivated the secret weapon to this point, which is more than one grade higher than that Yuan Third Master! ”

Haitang couldn't help but speak: "He is still good-looking, and his writing is good!"

"Take the mind of the jackal, tiger and leopard!" Shangguan Fan Qing said softly: "This kind of person can't look down on a maid like you!"

"I—I don't...... It's all you said......" Begonia was angry and stomped her foot hard.

At this moment, the sons, young ladies and warriors of the four major families on the mountain were brought over, and when they saw the dense crowd under the mountain, they were all a little unable to turn around.

"What does that mean?" Murong Lei looked at the bottom of the mountain in surprise, and then looked at Xin Zhuo.

Xin Zhuo's face was no longer polite from a few days ago, and he didn't even bother to reply, just looked at Huang Dagui who came from behind.

"Pass!" Huang Dagui lowered his voice, referring to the turbulent flow of the big river in the back mountains, and no one thought of it, so he could run away.

"Good!" Xin Zhuo nodded, making a gesture.

Cui Ying'er and a group of people understood, and immediately took a group of tiger village minions and kicked at the back knees of the four sons, young ladies and warriors.

In the past few days, in order to prevent them from recovering their strength and making a mess, a little frustration has been added to the meal, and they can't raise a trace of true anger at the moment, and they are kicked and kneeled.

Yuan Yourong and Song Dongxi were furious: "Xin Zhuo, what do you mean by this?" Didn't you say okay and let us go? ”

Kneeling in front of so many people, the humiliation of this life goes deep into the bone marrow.

Xin Zhuo still didn't pay attention, but waved his hand heavily: "Chop!"

"King Xin, slow down!"

Someone at the foot of the mountain finally saw Xin Zhuo's thoughts, and couldn't help but shout in panic.

It's late!

"Puff puff ......"

The four warriors of the Song family except for Song Dongxi and the seven warriors of the Yuan family except Yuan Yourong and Ah Da fell to the ground in an instant.