Zhu Tianmao slowly restrained his smile and ordered: "You play with this Meng Gongzi first, and if you behave well, I will reward you with another hundred taels of silver." ”

Hearing such a rich reward, the triangular eye took a step forward and went straight to Meng Ran.

Seeing this scene, Meng Ran didn't ask any more questions, and after brazenly drawing his knife, he transported the true qi in his body, jumped up slightly in place, and slashed straight down towards the top of the triangular eye's head.

The triangular eye did not dare to face the blade directly, so it could only turn sideways to avoid its edge.

Meng Ran's knife momentum turned, turned into a flirtat, and went towards the front of the triangular eye.

The triangular eye made an iron plate bridge that was commonly seen on the rivers and lakes, and it was able to dodge the knife momentum.

At this time, Meng Ran's moves were old, and when his strength was exhausted, the triangular eye was already out of the attack range of the long knife when a donkey rolled.

After he got up, he didn't rush to attack, but patted the dust on his body and laughed: "Boy, if you kneel down and call me grandpa, I will let you die a happy death, if not, I will cut off your limbs first, and then chop you up and feed it to the dogs." ”

Meng Ran smiled and said in a cold tone: "Then let's try it, let me see your strength." ”

The corners of the triangular eyes and mouth were slightly upturned, and he said disdainfully: "It's you who are looking for death." ”

I didn't see how he moved, the long knife was already out of its sheath and slashed towards Meng Ran.

Meng Ran took a few steps back, avoiding the ferocious knife, with a slight force in his hand, the knife went with him, and he had already slashed back fiercely, colliding with the long knife with triangular eyes.

At this time, the triangular eye's knife momentum was already old, and naturally it was not Meng Ran's opponent who carefully swung a knife, and his figure retreated under the collision.

After Meng Ran took advantage, his body bullied forward, and the scabbard of his left hand slammed into Triangle Eye's chest, causing Triangle Eye to stumble and stagger, shaking and retreating.

Just when Meng Ran was about to kill the triangular eye in one go, there was a sound of wind coming from his side, and a Hu Cong with a face full of pockmarks pounced, and the direction of the attack with Mazi's right hand was Meng Ran's head.

Meng Ran raised his left hand, which was able to block the blow, but his left arm was also not lightly injured because of this, and he hung down unnaturally.

After Mazi succeeded in the first blow, he didn't pursue, just stood there and watched with his arms crossed.

After the triangular eyes stabilized their figures, they first wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths fiercely, and then rushed towards Meng Ran with a long knife, looking like they were not dying.

Meng Ran had an inconvenient left hand, so he abandoned the scabbard and only focused on the knife in his right hand.

Triangle Eye gave up other ways of playing, and just blindly swung his knife and slashed, as if he had made up his mind to fight Meng Ran hard, so as to exhaust the opponent's strength and make up for the mistake he had just been repulsed.

After Meng Ran resisted three times, his right hand was already trembling slightly, and the tiger's mouth on the back of his hand had begun to crack, and there were subtle traces of blood.

The triangular eye slashed again, Meng Ran leaned back slightly, and at the same time took a deep breath, and between his chest and abdomen he could dodge this terrifying knife.

After the knife, the triangular eye was already resting, and when Meng Ran was breathing and wheezing, he swept out the long knife horizontally, hitting the eye of the triangular eye.

Hearing only a scream, the triangular eye was already holding the bloody eye socket, fell to the ground, and shouted hysterically: "My eyes... My eyes..."

Meng Ran looked coldly at the screaming triangular eyes on the ground, raised his right leg without hesitation, and stepped on the dantian of the triangular eye, only to hear a muffled sound, the cry of the triangular eye stopped abruptly, his face changed from white to red, then from red to black, and finally turned into grass gray, and he was too dead to die anymore.

Mazi slowly lowered his arm, squinted at the murderous Meng Ran, smiled in his mouth, and said: "Yes, yes, I actually killed Kong Laoer, it's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, one generation is stronger than the next......

Mazi continued to chatter, but was coldly interrupted by Zhu Tianmao, "Chang San, if you don't fucking make a move, don't use your hands again in the future." ”

The pockmark named Chang San looked grim, smiled lightly at the master on the side, and then took a few steps forward, clenched his right hand into a fist, and went straight to Meng Ran's lowered left arm.

On the side of Meng Ran's body, although he had removed one-third of his strength, he was still knocked away by the fist, and his brand-new boots made a short mark on the ground.

Meng Ran grinned and took a few breaths of cool air to relieve the pain in his left arm.

The corners of Chang San's mouth curled slightly, and he looked at Meng Ran, who was pale with a sneer. He hooked his finger at Meng Ran very arrogantly, signaling Meng Ran to attack.

Meng Ran spat out, slowly adjusted his posture, and stood there slightly sideways, hiding his injured and drooping left arm behind him.

Chang San smiled, and after his body moved slightly, Huo Ran raised his right leg high and kicked it at Meng Ran's left rib.

Meng Ran had no choice but to go the other way, taking a step forward gently, and the long knife he was holding in his right hand had already been handed out. Hearing only a 'poof' sound, the long knife had been deeply inserted into Chang San's abdomen.

In the eyes of outsiders, this was a strange scene, Chang San actually took the initiative to throw himself into Meng Ran's arms and took the knife.

As a result, he didn't want to know it, although Chang San hit Meng Ran's head with his head, he also exhausted the last trace of his strength.

Meng Ran slowly drew the bloodied long knife, and Chang San fell to the ground with a bang, his face covered with disbelief.

Zhu Tianmao, who was watching the battle, was stunned for a moment, and then applauded, and the crisp applause spread far away in the wilderness, and he said with admiration on his face: "If it weren't for the two of us having a grudge, I would really be reluctant to kill you." In all fairness, it was an eye-opener for you to be able to do this at such a young age. ”

Meng Ran just grinned and said, "It's not worth mentioning." ”

Zhu Tianmao slowly took a few steps back, waved his hand at the remaining two servants, and motioned for the two to wipe out Meng Ran.

Meng Ran held the long knife, the tip of the knife pointed diagonally at the ground, he took a deep breath, and the true qi in his body exploded, flowing endlessly in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

Meng Ran made a single effort, and with one arrow step, he had already rushed towards one of the younger servants, and he was slashing at the head.

The young man only had time to hand out the scabbard and took the blow hard.

Meng Ran abandoned the long knife in his hand and punched the young face, causing the man to bleed and dizzy.

The slightly older Hu Cong had already rushed out when Meng Ran raised his foot, and when Meng Ran punched out, his right elbow slammed Meng Ran's back fiercely.

After Meng Ran vomited a mouthful of blood, he did not rush to move his body to dodge, but raised his right knee with all his strength and hit the root of the young man's thigh fiercely.

With a crisp 'click' sound, the young man let out a miserable howl, bent down and knelt on the ground, his hands covering a broken position.

At this time, the slightly older Hu Cong had already prepared a second attack, and he punched Meng Ran in the back, knocking Meng Ran out of his stomach, and his forward body slid several feet on the ground.

Meng Ran tried to prop himself up with his right hand, but his back ached, and he struggled several times, but he still couldn't stand up. He gritted his teeth, propped his already overwhelmed left arm under his chest, and slowly climbed up.

The handsome face was covered with dust and blood, and he laughed and said to the servant, "Why don't you kill someone with a knife?"

The slightly older Hu Cong pulled the corners of his mouth and said with a slight sarcasm: "At this time, you still want to sow discord, is it interesting?"

Meng Ran wiped his face with his sleeve and asked, "Isn't what I said telling the truth? Are you afraid that the three of them will rob you of your credit? The three of them are really stupid, and they have no credit for fighting life and death." ”

Hu Cong's face turned cold, and he said in a light tone: "What are you waiting for? Waiting for that old man to save you? He is still too busy to take care of himself, how can he have time to save you." ”

Meng Ran just clenched the fist of his right hand and did not answer.

Zhu Tianmao, who was standing outside the circle, urged impatiently: "What nonsense are you talking about him? ”

Meng Ran, who was embarrassed, smiled lightly, took a long breath, mobilized all the remaining true qi in the dantian, and then rushed towards the slightly older Hu Cong.

When the two were about to collide, Meng Ran's left hand suddenly spilled a cloud of loess, which instantly blindfolded the servant's eyes, and at the same time, Meng Ran's right hand pinched a phoenix-eye fist posture and hit the servant's temple fiercely.

After the slightly older Hu Zhong punched, his body became paralyzed in mid-air, but under the inertia of speed, his fist still hit Meng Ran's chest.

The two men fell to the ground in a ball, one dead and one seriously injured.

The corners of Meng Ran's mouth and nostrils were dripping with blood, as if he couldn't finish flowing no matter how he flowed. He just lay on the ground dumbfounded, staring blankly at the sky.

At this moment, Li Haoran, who had been dragged by the qi machine and didn't dare to move casually, suddenly moved, and with a sweep of his body, he had already picked up the long knife that Meng Ran had dropped on the ground before, and with a roar, a white horse slashed out, and Huo Ran cut off the qi machine that clearly existed in the air but was invisible to the naked eye.

His sleeves swelled up rapidly, as if a hurricane was blowing, and he exclaimed, "Do you want to continue to hide?

Li Haoran waited for a long time, but still didn't see a figure appear in the distance, the long knife in his hand pointed directly at Zhou Xiaowu and Zhu Tianmao, and said in a deep voice: "Do you really dare not start?"

This time, a figure appeared behind the woods not far away, it was the old man Hu that Meng Ran had seen.

Old man Hu walked slowly behind Zhou Xiaowu and whispered to Li Haoran: "This matter has nothing to do with my son-in-law, if you want to blame, you can only blame this eldest son Zhu, everything is his idea." ”

Li Haoran didn't answer, but said in a deep voice: "It only takes one pillar of incense to ride back to the city from here, I will give you two pillars of incense time, send the best tonic, and restore everything in the Nanhu Courtyard to normal, otherwise, I will go crazy again, old man." ”

Zhou Xiaowu saluted Li Haoran and said respectfully: "Thank you for your understanding, the juniors should do it." ”

Li Haoran snorted, hugged Meng Ran and rode away.