"Woo...... Catch him!"

The thick man covered his mouth and shouted at the beggar in the temple, "Catch him!"

He broke two of his front teeth, even a piece of his middle lip was missing, his speech was leaky and slurred, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dozen beggars in the temple hesitated a few times, looked at each other, and rushed out of the temple gate with a shout, surrounding Yang Xian.

"Stinky boy, the bad Lao Tzu knocked out two front teeth, see how Lao Tzu cleans you up!"

The rough man was furious, very angry, "If you don't let you be a slave for Lao Tzu for ten or eight years, how can it be regarded as revenge for my two big teeth?"

He waved his hand and commanded the beggars, "Tie him up for me!"

More than a dozen beggars, big and small, male and female, listened to the instructions of the big man, and wanted to tie Yang Xian with a rope.

"Wait!"

Yang Xian looked at the rough man and asked softly, "Why are you tying me up?"

When the rough man heard this, he said, "Why did you tie you up?"

He covered his mouth and walked in front of Yang Xian with two arms, "Your mother, this City God Temple is my Liu Qi's territory, you are a foreigner named Huazi who has quietly mixed in, it is not a good thing at first glance!

He looked Yang Xian up and down, with a hint of fierce light on his face, and said with a smile: "Thin skin and tender meat, like a girl, I don't know what it tastes like?"

He shook his blood-stained palm a few times, then touched Yang Xian's face, and said with a lewd smile: "Among men and women, in fact, the seventh master is the best man......

"Bang!"

Before he finished his sentence, a cold light flashed in Yang Xian's eyes, and the body of the "Seventh Master" was like being bombarded by a 10,000-pound hammer, and it flew out, flying straight out a few zhang away before it fell to the ground, and blood spurted wildly in his mouth.

Yang Xian's face sank like water, and he glanced at the beggars around him, "What is this rough man doing?"

A group of beggars were all taken back by his gaze, and a few of them fell to the ground in a hurry, and after a few rolls, they knelt on the ground and trembled, and kept kowtowing, "The immortal spares his life, the immortal spares his life!"

This "Seventh Master" is already a very powerful character in their eyes, but Yang Xian didn't raise his hand or move, just glanced at the "Seventh Master", and the "Seventh Master" flew out and saw that he was no longer alive.

Where have these people seen such miraculous skills, they all think that Yang Xian is performing demon methods.

An old man said in a trembling voice: "This Liu Qi was with us at the beginning, they were all fleeing the famine to ask for food, and later several young descendants had a dispute with him and were beaten to death by him, and he became the head of this temple." Normally, we go out to beg for food for him to enjoy, and several women here are also occupied by him. ”

When he said this, his tone was flat, there was neither anger nor dissatisfaction, and the whole person was numb, as if this had happened to someone else.

Yang Xian saw that he was old, hunched over, his face was full of wrinkles and never stretched for a moment, and at first glance he was a person who had suffered hardships and hardships.

This is the most common ordinary people in the Great Zhou today, who have always been obedient to power and swallow their anger. Now he is a beggar, and he is also obedient to those who are stronger than him.

Years of obedience have worn out their ambition and backbone, and all that remains is obedience and obedience.

If such a person turns over one day, he will generally treat those who obey them even more severely.

In essence, these beggars are no different from the "Seventh Master" who has just been beaten away.

If there is any difference, it is that the "Seventh Master" is just stronger than them.

Now Yang Xian is stronger than the "Seventh Master", and these people naturally want to listen to him.

After glancing at the old man, Yang Xian ignored it and turned around and walked outside.

Now with his own strength, it is difficult to save these people, even if he saves more than a dozen beggars in this temple, but there are hundreds of thousands of beggars in the world, how can he save them?

This kind of thing can be done by the power of one country, but not by one person.

"Hey, the ...... of the immortals"

Seeing Yang Xian turn to leave, several beggars looked at each other, all with blank expressions.

After Yang Xian walked away and could no longer see a shadow, several beggars glanced at each other and walked over to the "Seventh Master" who was lying on the ground coughing up blood.

"Ahem...... What are you going to do?"

Seeing more than a dozen guys who usually whispered to themselves surrounded by fierce eyes at this time, the "Seventh Master" was taken aback and struggled on the ground, "Do you want to die?"

When the beggars who came around saw him start, they were all startled, and they all retreated, their faces uncertain.

At this moment, the "Seventh Master" sat on the ground and his body was shocked, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, and he could no longer sit upright, and his body fell to the ground softly.

Several beggars gathered around again.

A beggar carefully took a half-cut brick and threw it at Liu Qi's head.

There was a "bang" sound, and his head was bleeding.

"Your mother, Zhao Laosan...... What are you going to do?"

The "Seventh Master" lying on the ground was out of breath, panting and scolding: "You...... Do you want to die?"

Zhao Laosan saw that he was just threatening in his mouth, but his body was struggling, so he breathed a sigh of relief and shouted: "He can't get up!

More than a dozen beggars did not hesitate any longer, and the long-term hatred made them grab everything they could catch and hit the "Seventh Master" on the ground.

The dull sound of "bang, bang, bang" was mixed with Liu Qi's faint voice begging for mercy: "Spare your life! Don't kill me......"

Although Yang Xian has gone far away from what happened in the broken temple, he already knows the result, and he is too lazy to care.

Soon after he walked out of the ruined temple, he walked towards the town not far away.

The town is small and deserted, with few pedestrians in the streets and alleys, only a few stalls on the side of the road, buying some shriveled vegetables and seasonal fruits, and the stalls have begun to close.

Compared with the previous cannibalistic town, which is still "rich" in one place, Yang Xian walked on the street for a while, and finally found a small hotel, pushed the door and walked in.

He was just a traveler and not really a beggar, he ate and lived as he pleased, and since he couldn't stay in the ruined temple, he stayed in a tavern for the night.

The shopkeeper really thought he was a beggar, but after seeing the silver in Yang Xian's hand, he didn't say much.

It's just a little strange, "If this person has money, why don't he buy a pair of shoes to wear?"

Yang Xian asked for a jar of bad wine and a few side dishes, and before he could eat a few bites, he heard the sound of someone shouting horses from a distance, and he was getting closer and closer to the town.

After a while, the shopkeeper also heard the noise, and hurriedly went out to check, and after a while, exclaimed, "The rioters are coming!"

At this time, the noise became louder and louder, and the people outside the town shouted and neighed, and the chaos became a mess, and someone shouted loudly, "Brothers, big guys go in together!"