The beard slowly got up, watching Lin Yuanqing in front of him pacing back and forth, slowly stepping back, he took a step back, Lin Yuanqing took a step forward, and the distance between the two of them was kept ten steps.

Suddenly, the beard turned around and ran back, Lin Yuanqing pressed forward again, at this time, the beard turned around and threw out a handful of sand, Lin Yuanqing raised his hand to block in front of him, his body froze, and the beard in front of him flashed around him and ran towards the village.

Lin Yuanqing was temporarily squinted by the sand, and could only chase while rubbing his eyes, and his speed was naturally lagging behind, only to see the beard running into the crowd not far away, which immediately caused a burst of exclamation, and the villagers scattered and fled, Lin Yuanqing couldn't care about his eyes, and hurriedly rushed into the crowd, but his blurred vision made him only see the figures one by one, and kept rubbing his eyes with one hand, looking for a beard.

At this time, a black shadow struck in front of him, Lin Yuanqing lowered his head to dodge, reached out and grabbed the opponent's arm and twisted it vigorously, and twisted the opponent's arm with a click.

The beard snorted, jumped up and kicked at Lin Yuanqing's chest, Lin Yuanqing, who was squinting, could only let go and retreat, and then heard a woman's scream, followed by a violent shout: "Don't move!

Lin Yuanqing rubbed his eyes vigorously again, and finally could barely see the person in front of him clearly, it turned out that the beard was holding the neck of a village woman with one hand, and looked at Lin Yuanqing fiercely, and his other arm was twisted and dislocated by Lin Yuanqing in the sneak attack just now, and it was hanging softly.

"Don't move, I'll really kill her if you move again!" Seeing Lin Yuanqing take two steps forward, the bearded woman couldn't scream anymore, her face was flushed, and she looked extremely painful.

Seeing this, Lin Yuanqing stopped, he looked at the villagers gathered in a circle around him, everyone was trembling, but when he looked at himself, there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Let her go, I'll let you go. Lin Yuanqing said calmly.

"Are you stupid or am I stupid?" said loudly, "You guys, all of you give me a step back and let me out!"

The surrounding villagers slowly retreated, and only one farmer knelt down with a puff, and said to his beard tremblingly, "Good man, let my daughter-in-law go!"

"Fuck off!" the bearded man held the peasant woman hostage and retreated to the path made by the crowd behind her.

The farmer threw himself at the beard, hugged his legs, and said with tears streaming down his face, "Good man, I beg you!"

", didn't you hear?!" the beard kicked the farmer down, but the farmer got up and grabbed his leg again, and then another kick, this time the farmer just hugged his leg tightly, leaving his mouth covered with blood.

"Hiss!" Lin Yuanqing took a deep breath and walked towards him, and when he saw his beard, he hurriedly shouted: "You come over and try it again!" The peasant woman had already rolled her eyes up at this time, and her hands and feet couldn't stop shaking, seeing this, Lin Yuanqing could only stop again.

"Good man, you can't kill my daughter-in-law! As long as you let her go, I can make you a cow and a horse! I beg you!" The farmer at his feet was already crying until he was hoarse, his forehead was broken, and his face was covered with blood and tears sliding down.

"Oh, be a cow and a horse, you go and pick up the knife, slaughter that bastard for me, and I'll let you go. The bearded man rolled his eyes and said with a dark smile.

The farmer turned his head to look at Lin Yuanqing blankly, then turned his head to look at his beard, wiped his face, stood up staggeringly, picked up the knife on the ground tremblingly, and slowly walked towards Lin Yuanqing.

The anger in Lin Yuanqing's heart rose again, but now that the beard was hostage, he could only watch.

The farmer walked towards Lin Yuanqing tremblingly, and said to him, "Engong, I'm sorry for you!", after speaking, he clenched his teeth, lowered his head and rushed towards Lin Yuanqing, holding the scimitar in both hands and waving it constantly.

Lin Yuanqing reached out and grabbed the farmer's wrists, and shook it hard, the farmer let go of his hand in pain, the scimitar fell to the ground, he pushed the farmer away, and looked at the beard fiercely.

From now on, you can't fight back, and if you dare to fight back, I'll kill her!" said the bearded man, and after he finished speaking, he said to the farmer who was sitting on the ground, "You!

"You!" Lin Yuanqing pointed his fingers into a sword and pointed at his beard, trembling with anger but not knowing what to say next.

The farmer beside him could only pick up the scimitar and continue to swing it at Lin Yuanqing, but Lin Yuanqing could only dodge.