Resurrection of spiritual energy, I began to cultivate immortals from farming

Chapter 11 The instrument is a farm tool, I am proud I am proud (2)

"Look at the fight!" Seeing him stop, Chu Zuo immediately tried his best to hit the former on the shoulder with a stick.

The expected scream did not come.

"Crack-"

Only this wooden stick made a crisp sound, and then shattered into two pieces.

"This...how is this possible?" Chu Zuo looked at the wooden stick with a thick wrist in his hand, and his eyes were full of wonder.

Jiang Tang turned his head and twisted his shoulders.

It seems that the Golden Body Art is still useful.

"Don't deceive people too much." With confidence, the anger that had dissipated in Jiang Tang's heart surged up again.He slowly narrowed his eyes, and his voice became a little colder.

"Master beat you, what can you do? Come on!" Chu Zuo sneered, waved his hand, and a few disciples behind him rushed up.

"I said, don't deceive people too much!" Rabbits will bite people when they are anxious.

Jiang Tang took a deep breath, and after smelling an unspeakable stench, he frowned, finally unable to bear it any longer, backhanded a shovel, and slapped the disciple who came first.

"what!"

A scream rang out suddenly, spreading across the sky.

The disciple was photographed so his head was shaken, he swayed for a while, his body went soft, and he fell to the ground and fainted.

Only for a while?
With just this, a disciple with the same cultivation level as him was stunned?

Jiang Tang held a shovel and patted the disciples next to him.

They dodged quickly, but the shovel seemed to have eyes and landed on their butts with every stroke.

There were a few more terrifying screams.

"Go back and take good medicine." Jiang Tang laughed as he looked at the disciples who fell to the ground and kept touching their buttocks, crying in pain to the point of tears.

Deserve it.

"Stinky boy, who are you fooling with a shovel!" Chu Zuo asked while standing in the middle.

"Isn't it allowed to use a shovel? Then change it." Jiang Tang snorted, put away the shovel, and offered a rake with dirt.

Chu Zuo: "..." Who the hell looks down on.

He directly took out his long sword and slashed towards Jiang Tang.

Jiang Tang had already planned to break the jar.

It's a big deal to get hurt.

So he fought hard with Chu Zuo.

Chu Zuo banged and found that his precious long sword had actually cracked.

After hitting him, he found that he had slashed at the person with the sword, leaving only a shallow scratch, while he himself had been beaten by the nail rake, his clothes were ragged, his nose was blue and his face was swollen.

Chu Zuo felt that the script was reversed.

Shouldn't he hang and beat Jiang Tang?

"Hey, Senior Brother, don't be distracted when fighting."

When the voice came out, Chu Zuo suddenly returned to his senses and found that he was cold.

It turned out that when Jiang Tang came over with a nail, he broke his belt, and his trousers were nailed together with the trousers... they were pulled down together by the nails!

"Jiang Tang, you are shameless!"

"Senior brother... Who is more shameless?" Jiang Tang carried the nail rake and pointed at the group of handyman disciples who fell to the ground and wailed.

"You!" Chu Zuo was so angry that he choked directly.

"Jiang Tang, let's wait and see!" He glared at the former, picked up his loose pants, and quickly left in an unoccupied place.

Jiang Tang glanced at the mourning disciples on the ground, pursed his lips, offered a bottle of medicinal pill and threw it to someone, then turned and left.

The man held the bottle, stood up slowly, and looked at Jiang Tang with complicated eyes: "Jiang Tang, what do you mean?"

Jiang Tang carried the nail rake in both hands and stopped to look back.

"A fight is a fight, and saving people is a different matter. Disciples of the same sect, why do you have to kill each other, isn't it good for the outside world? If you trust me, you can take this pill orally, and it will take less than a day."

"We are just now, obviously we are going to hit you hard." The disciple was startled.

"I said, a fight is a fight." Jiang Tang rolled his eyes.

"You... your weapon... why is it a farming tool?" Another disciple stood up and looked at Jiang Tang with complicated eyes.

"I'm a farmer, what kind of swords, guns, swords and sticks do I need?" Jiang Tang laughed, put away the nails, and pointed to his clothes, "I'm going back to take a bath."

The few disciples who got up heard the words, touched the back of their heads, and laughed a little embarrassedly.

Watching Jiang Tangyuan go, a handyman disciple whispered, "Is he really the murderer who killed those two senior brothers?"

"I don't think so." Looking down at the medicine pill in his hand, the disciple shook his head.

If he really killed them, Kung Fu would definitely beat them to the brink of death at the moment, instead of sharing a bottle of such a precious one-turn elixir with them.

Moreover, this medicinal pill is full of medicinal fragrance and has not been destroyed - he has not mixed it with poison, and the medicinal medicinal pill mixed with miscellaneous things does not have such a pure medicinal fragrance.

Several people looked at each other in dismay, covered their butts, and limped back.

Since then, they have never troubled Jiang Tang again.

Of course, Chu Zuo was not included.

Jiang Tang returned to the courtyard, quickly took off his clothes, and directly soaked in the cold water in the tank.

It wasn't too cold either, the water was scorching hot from the sun.

He washed off the dirty water all over his body and collected some fragrant spirit grass from the spirit field space to soak in, and then he narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Recalling the fight with Chu Zuo and the others just now, Jiang Tang intuitively felt that he was a good cow.

What contempt, agricultural tools are also magic tools, and agricultural tools can also hang and beat you group of weapons.

I am proud of having farm implements, and I am proud of using them as implements.

Get them in trouble and deserve it.

After soaking for an hour, Jiang Tang stood up wearing salacious pants, and was about to go back to the room to harvest the crops, and then meditate and practice.

As soon as he stepped out of the big vat and put water in, he got up together, and suddenly met a pair of watery eyes.

Jiang Tang: "..." Is it his hallucination? There is actually a woman here?
"Ah! I'm sorry Junior Brother Jiang, I didn't mean it!" The little girl screamed and covered her face with her hands.

It's just the slit of the hand that can make Jiang Tang see the little girl's bright eyes.

Jiang Tang: "..." It's not a dream, it's alive.

He took out a robe to wrap himself up, and bowed his head to the little girl: "Little Senior Sister, I was rude just now."

Hearing Jiang Tang open his lips, the little girl recovered from the eight-pack abs.

This kid looks thin and thin, but his muscles are well-proportioned - coupled with the wheat-colored skin that has been tanned by the sun...

No, the little girl felt like she was going to have a nosebleed.

"It doesn't matter. Well, Junior Brother Jiang is free?" The little girl coughed and waved her hand.

"Uh, I'm free at the moment." Jiang Tang didn't chat with the girl for a while, so he felt a little embarrassed.

What's more, the girl in front of her, who looked a little younger than him, could pinch a handful of water with her tender face.

"That's great, Junior Brother Jiang, come with me." The little girl's eyes lit up immediately, and she waved at him as she walked out.

(End of this chapter)