"Xiao Yan! Oh no! Xiao Yan come out quickly!" Just as Lu Yan was about to continue teasing the cute girl in front of him, an eager voice shouted from afar.

"Little brat, it's all a fuss about big farts things!" Through the window, looking at the thunder that burned his buttocks, Lu Yan muttered dissatisfiedly, as if he had forgotten that he was only fifteen years old in this life.

"Xiao Yan is not good! Kill people, the Golden Shark Gang is going to kill people!" Lei Lei is the son of Mei Kaitai, the number one good man in the village, and he looks very honest, but he has inherited his father's excellent genes, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a height of nearly one meter eight. At this moment, he was sweating profusely, swishing into Lu Yan's house, and said incoherently.

"Golden Shark Gang" Lu Yan walked up to Lei Lei and said without doubt, "Go!"

Lei Lei opened his mouth in surprise, as if he felt that the partner in front of him was not the same as usual, but he didn't think much about it, and was busy trotting to lead the way.

Mimi blinked, bit her index finger, and followed.

No matter what the two of them thought, Lu Yan frowned deeply, and followed Lei Lei towards the center of Zhuangzi.

Lu Yan opened the memories of the Golden Shark Gang as he walked, but the more he thought about it, the more gloomy and anxious his face became.

The Golden Shark Gang, one of the two major gangs in Hailong Town, has thousands of gangs, most of them are a group of ruffians and hooligans, whether it is a fishing shop, a restaurant, or a casino, they have their figures, colluding with the government and running rampant.

But its core members are all authentic monks, and its gang leader is a very clever martial artist, and it is rumored that he can crush boulders with his fists and crack his feet, which is probably the strength of self-cultivators.

Every week, the Golden Shark Gang will regularly collect fish from various villages to squeeze the fishermen's hard-earned money.

The fish caught by the fishermen cannot be sold alone, otherwise they will be hit by the fish gang, not only swallowing the hard-earned fish, but also blatantly crippling people and even beating them to death.

"A group of Diao people actually framed us for deducting two pounds, they really deserve to be beaten!" Before we reached the square in the center of the village, I heard an extremely arrogant voice from a distance.

This square is used by Zhuangzi for New Year's festivals and other large-scale activities on weekdays, and the ground is all paved with rocks, which is very wide, and can accommodate four or five hundred people without necessarily being crowded.

Lu Yan walked closer in three steps and two steps, squeezed into the noisy crowd, and saw a thin senior man sitting on the Taishi chair with a golden knife, pinching his nose with one hand, and seemed to dislike the strong fishy smell.

"It's actually the strength of the third layer of gas storage!" Lu Yan's pupils shrank. An ordinary third-layer cultivator with a gas storage layer must have two or three thousand catties of strength, in the words of his previous life, he has just awakened, and now he is not even in the gas storage period, and he is not his opponent at all. Moreover, there were three or four monks on the first and second floors of gas storage around him

"But your action is too vicious, even if the child says the wrong thing, you can't do it!" Just as Lu Yan was thinking about how to solve the problem, angry voices immediately sounded.

He noticed that the little friend not far away was curled up on the ground at the moment, in a semi-comatose state, and even the screams were weak. And his mother held his hand tightly, crying vigorously, why hasn't Lang Zhong arrived yet.

"Damn!" Lu Yan roared, the green tendons on his forehead bulging, and his eyes seemed to be able to spew angry flames. Although he is not a monk at the moment, his eyes are still vicious, and he can see at a glance that the meridians in the lower yin have been destroyed by a skillful force, even if he is lucky not to die, but in this life

This is more cruel and vicious than breaking people's arms and legs, and it is completely an act of cutting off people's incense.

"What! Do you still want to rebel? Those who frame and slander our Golden Shark Gang deserve to be beaten, and even if they are killed, they deserve to be killed!" In addition to the middle-aged man and a few monks, there are also more than 20 black men in strong suits, who look like ruffians and hooligans, which is not a good thing. Hearing the rebuttal of the villagers, he immediately started pushing and shouting.

"Okay!" The man sitting on the Taishi's chair stopped the noisy crowd with a loud shout, "I think you are a group of stubborn people, and the uncle is too lazy to bother with you, but our Golden Shark Gang's mental damage must be compensated, and today's fish don't want money!"

"What, why don't you grab it!"

"We've got a couple of gallfish here!"

"I won't sell it to him, it's a big deal if the price is low, sell it to the Shuanggong Gang!"

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"Hmph!" the middle-aged man, snorting coldly, instantly raised his leg and kicked in the chest of one of the villagers who shouted the most.

"Poof!" a mouthful of blood spurted out of Meishan's mouth, and his gray beard was dyed red.

"I've changed my mind now," the middle-aged man glanced at everyone with disdain, "From now on, the price of your fish will be reduced by seven layers, if anyone dares to say that you sell fish to the bullshit gang, then"

Speaking of this, the corner of the man's mouth tore out a cruel smile, and he said coldly: "Then I have to ask Wang Yongzhong to take charge of things, and let his old man be the master and destroy your group of Diao people!"

"What's the difference between this and killing us, fight with them!"

"Fight with them!"

"Fight!"

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The folk customs here were already very strong, and seeing the villagers being bullied one after another, the Golden Shark Gang was still blindly squeezing, and the anger finally broke out, and they all held the harpoons and spearguns in their hands. Even if most of the heroes in the village have gone to sea, they have to fight to the death today.

"It's really overwhelming" The middle-aged man looked at the angry fishermen cruelly, and slowly pulled out the saber on his waist!

"Damn! I can only gamble!" Seeing that the big battle was about to break out, Lu Yan knew that the villagers were no match for this group of people at all, and the final result could only be the slaughter of the villagers, which he never wanted to see.

The warmth that he didn't get in his previous life, he doesn't want to lose it just after he got it in this life!

No!

Absolutely not!

finally

Rumble!

Just as the middle-aged man drew his saber, he suddenly felt an incomparable will full of murderous intent, like a wave, slammed into his mind fiercely, crushing over and over again!

Unparalleled martial will!

Although Lu Yan does not have the strength of his previous life at this moment, his will will not become weaker, and he is still like steel and a spear piercing everything!

It is rumored that some people who have cultivated to the advanced level can hurt people with their martial arts will alone, and can even directly kill the enemy!

Although Lu Yan is not so powerful at the moment, he can still lock the opponent and affect the enemy's mind!

The middle-aged man's eyes were confused, and his hallucination suddenly appeared, as if he saw a strange monster, opening his bloody mouth to devour himself, and as if he saw people dying at his hands, becoming haunted by evil spirits, his face was blue for a while, and white for a while!

"Bang!" he landed on the ground with the saber in his hand, his nosebleed flow, and he almost fell.

The villagers looked at the middle-aged man who had just died, and suddenly they were stupid, and even nosebleeds flowed out, and the subordinates around him were all stunned.

The villagers were stunned, and no one knew what was going on.

"Go, go, go!" The middle-aged man who came back to his senses wiped his nosebleed indiscriminately, didn't even bother to pick up the saber, and ran away in horror. The same is true for his subordinates