It turned out that Zhao Daring saw that this group of strongmen was full of watermelons, and they actually trampled all the good watermelons on the ground, which was obviously a way to live and did not leave him a way to live, and he was immediately angry at the side of the gall, and the timidity on weekdays ran away, full of courage, and said in his heart: I don't want to live anyway, I will work hard with you!

grabbed the flat pole next to him, jumped up from the ground, and when Yu Renxiong was distracted from talking, a flat pole smashed down on his head, "bang", and hit him on the spot. But I didn't want to, I was kicked out in a blink of an eye.

At that moment, Yu Renxiong was in pain, rubbed his head with his left hand, and said angrily: "Give it to me! Fight to death!" When a dozen strong men heard this, they wrestled with a group of sumos and beat Zhao Daring. All of a sudden, "ping pong", punching and kicking, the sound was endless.

Suddenly, a person shouted, "Stop!" The sound came, like a huge thunderclap, deafening. The group of strong men was startled, they all stopped, looked at him together, and saw that it was a young man in a red shirt, tall and burly, riding on a horse, majestic, and at a loss for a while. Yu Renxiong reprimanded: "Hit me! Don't stop!" The strong man was also obedient, don't turn around, and continue to beat.

When the red-shirted young man saw that they did not step on him, he was immediately furious, and in the roar, the man had already flown off his horse, pounced forward, slashed out, and slashed at Yu Renxiong's door. Yu Renxiong raised his knife to block and protect the door. How do you know that the red-shirted young man's move is a false move, halfway through the move, he changes his move halfway, a sweep, the knife has already stood on Yu Renxiong's head and neck, the tip of the knife is tightly against it, as long as the hand is slightly harder, immediately see blood. Yu Renxiong was frightened, and with a "dang chang" sound, his hands trembled, and the machete in his hand fell to the ground. When the strong men saw that he was captured, they stopped their fists and feet, and stared blankly.

The red-shirted young man scolded: "Scoundrels, bullying people for no reason, beware of being struck by lightning!" Yu Renxiong snorted and said: "Do you know who I am? Yu Renxiong felt a chill on his neck, and knew that he was red, so he cried and begged with a sad face: "A good man spares his life!" The red-shirted young man took a sip and said angrily: "Boy, if you dare to bully people in the future, beware of me taking your dog's life! Don't get out of here!" Yu Renxiong knew that his life was at stake, so how dare he talk back, and said straightly: "Yes, yes." The red-shirted youth let go of his knife and pushed him away. Yu Renxiong wanted to pick up the machete on the ground, but when he saw the angry eyes of the red-shirted youth, how dare he pick it again, and shouted: "Go!" turned his head and ran. When the strong men saw that he had fled, they also ran with him. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared around the corner.

The red-shirted young man stepped forward and helped Zhao Daring up, seeing that his eyes were closed, his face was bruised and swollen, and he had fainted for a long time. The red-shirted young man said: "This big brother, don't be afraid, the bad guy has been beaten away by me, so you can go home and recuperate." Zhao Daring came to his senses and wanted to stand up, but with an "ouch" sound, he couldn't stand up. It turned out that after he was beaten by that group of strong men, he was covered in injuries and had multiple fractures in his bones, where could he stand up again. The red-shirted young man said, "Don't worry, I'll send you home." Zhao Daring was suddenly terrified, and cried, crying while saying: "Today the strongman is gone, but tomorrow he will still come to beat me, how is this good." A young man in a yellow shirt next to him asked, "Do you recognize this group of strongmen?" Zhao boldly sobbed: "The monkey-like leader is Yu Renxiong, the second son of Yujiabao, who doesn't recognize it in Yinghao Town." The yellow-shirted young man pondered for a moment and said, "Fifth brother, you go north to explore the road first, find the hero village, and then come back here, we will meet at noon, see you or leave." A young man in a green shirt said, "What about you?" The young man in a yellow shirt said: "The matter here, the four of us can handle it, you can take care of yourself, and then contact." The young man in the green shirt said "En", and without saying much, he rode his horse to the north.

The horses galloped wildly, nearly thirty miles, and the trees and fields glimpsed along the way, and a village in front of them came into view, and when they went further, they had already entered the village. With a "bang", the young man in the green shirt grabbed the reins of the horse, his eyes wandered around, but he didn't see anyone, and said strangely in his heart: Where did everyone go in the early morning?

The young man in the green shirt looked at it for a while, lifted the reins of the horse, and urged the horse to hurry. The horse was in pain, but it was also well-behaved, and with a "bang" sound, he spread his hooves and galloped forward.

The road to the north is a sheep intestine road, the mulberry forest on both sides of the road, only one horse is allowed to pass through in the middle, it is narrow, the end of the mulberry forest, the road is wide, but it is a green meadow, on the grass, hundreds of people are fighting, so it is not lively. The young man in the green shirt did not know why, and it was inconvenient to step forward to intervene, and when he was three feet away from the grass, he immediately stopped the horses and stood far away, watching intently.

The fight of hundreds of people was indeed fierce. Ping Pong, the dead, the wounded, but they are fighting with their lives, and no one will let anyone. When he looked at it, he saw two people in the center, with red scarves and yellow scarves on their heads, riding on horses, slashing and killing each other, like two leaders, suddenly remembering something and falling into deep thought.

Suddenly, I heard a loud shout: "Go!" When I came back to my senses, I saw the red scarf man swinging a knife and cutting horizontally, slashing at the chest and abdomen of the yellow turban man. When the knife was about to get close, the yellow turban man shrank back, and the blade swept obliquely from an inch in front of him, and the yellow turban man stabbed back a sword, attacking him in front of the door, and the red turban man avoided it sideways, and the two went back and forth, and had already fought for three hundred rounds, exhausted and sweating.

It was the height of summer, the heat was unbearable, these hundreds of people started to fight from the hour, and now it has been nearly an hour, like this, everyone has already sweated like rain, dry mouth, poor physical strength, has fainted from heat stroke, I don't know, I think the person is dead.

The young man in the green shirt looked up at the sky, the sun was already old, and it was hot and hot on the ground. Suddenly, a large dark cloud drifted in the sky, and the black pressure obscured the sun, and the sky suddenly became dark, but the weather was still hot. When I looked at the middle again, I saw that the two were still fighting, one with a big beard and the other with a pointed chin, not relenting, never dying, and thinking: I can't make a mistake. Having made up his mind, he rode his horse closer, took out his bow and arrows from his body, bent his bow and arrows, and with a "whoosh", shot a sharp arrow, and flew towards the pointed chin door. The arrow shot so fast that it swept through the sky and whined. With a terrible scream, the pointed chin was already dead.

Thinking about the pointed chin, the martial arts were originally not weak, but because the fight was too long, the strength was exhausted, and the arrows were hidden arrows to hurt people, and the sneak attack came, and the momentum was extremely fast, and when I found out, I couldn't dodge it, and with a "bang" sound, the sharp arrow came out of the brain, piercing the temple, and the pointed chin screamed "ah", and fell off the horse and died.