This Martial Saint is too generous.

Chapter 105 I'm the only one who is honest

Say yes to take care of me!
When Qin Jinyang arrived at the door, Feng Duoying had already rushed in, spinning with two knives along the way, and took away one minion two or three times.

Still dual swords.

The master of the knife is skillful, gaudy, and a little blood can reap a dog's life.

This kind of knife technique saves energy, but the control of details must be extreme, and no mistakes are allowed. It requires a lot of hard work.

After all, he is the son of a martial artist, the second generation of martial arts, and his performance has surpassed that of Xia Santang.

Fang Yongli should not be Feng Duoying's opponent.

But not necessarily, Fang Yongli is now Ding Luchun's disciple, so it is inevitable that he has some trump cards hidden.

These scumbags all have their trump cards hidden.

Only I am honest.

Boom!

Seeing that Qin Jinyang and Feng Duoying had all entered the city, Wu Shengshi turned around and flashed outside the cottage in the blink of an eye.

With both palms, the thick door was closed with a bang. With chains on his shoulders, he bolted the door from the outside.

With a leap, Wu Shengshi turned back into the city again.

The gate is extremely high, and it is difficult for ordinary second-rankers to go over in one go, and first-rankers can only be locked inside.

Click!

Click!

Wu Shengshi broke down several big trees, and inserted the trunks deep under the gate of the city. The trunks went deep into the ground, and stuck the gate like a door bolt.

It's so safe, it's hard for me to get out!
The trunk is thick and the fire will take some time.

……

"Who... dare to kick the door of my Blue Gun Gang!"

As soon as Wu Shengshi locked the door, a roar followed, echoed in the sky, and came from the inner hall.

"Blue Mad Dog, stay safe..."

Wu Shengshi jumped up and fled towards the back hall.

He didn't have time to observe the situation of the two apprentices, so he had to contain all the masters immediately.

"Wu Shengshi?"

In the courtyard of the back hall, a man and a woman surrounded Wu Shengshi from front to back.

The man's face was full of flesh, and he was gnashing his teeth.

The woman is obviously getting older, but she is wearing a brand new red dress, just like the bride. Her face is painted with rouge and gouache, which is as scary as a zombie whose corpse has been blown up.

Behind the two, there is a group of warriors, all standing with swords, with nervous expressions.

There are many second grades.

But most of them are first-class.

This group of people were core members, who were flattering the two village owners, when they suddenly heard a loud noise outside the door, and before they could get out, a person rushed in with a slash.

Facing Sanpin, although this group of people were nervous, they were more excited.

Three grades only.

The two villa owners have experienced hundreds of battles, beheading an unknown number of third ranks.

This is an opportunity, an opportunity for meritorious service!

They just need to hold the line to ensure that they don't die.

The two village owners captured the third grade alive, and they could get a large amount of ransom.

"Haha, so it's the master of Helan Villa? Hahahaha, today is the birthday of the village master, and Helan Villa has sent a generous gift!"

"I captured you, a third-rank old man, and sold it to Xu Yuepai. You can get a good price."

Lan Hongmiao licked her red lips with a half-smile.

"Sister, don't underestimate the enemy. Wu Shengshi, the head of the Wealthy Hall, once faced the fourth rank head-on and retreated unscathed. He is not an ordinary third rank."

Lan Gumiao's expression was serious.

"I only know that he is the money sent to the door...Brother, kill!"

Lan Hongmiao let out a loud roar, and the blade glowed like an earth dragon, covering Wu Shengshi in an instant.

"Wu Shengshi, if you want money, you can discuss it with the village owner. In fact, there is no need to die... Don't you understand the principle of harmony and wealth?"

The corner of Lan Gumiao's mouth twitched, and he also attacked and killed him, but he still wanted to negotiate in his heart.

Wu Shengshi is really special.

Whoosh whoosh!

The blade of the third-rank martial artist is sharp, and there is a layer of terrifying blade light intertwined all over his body, clanging, sparks are constantly flying throughout the process, and the blade even hits with a pungent smell.

The second-rank warriors can still wander around, and the first-rank warriors dodge one after another. If they are not careful, they will kill themselves by mistake.

crackling.

All the furniture in the courtyard was torn apart. Wu Sheng used one against two, but there was no sign of losing the wind. The expressions of the two village owners became more and more serious.

At this time, several second-rank warriors also began to look for angles to attack and kill.

The pressure on the two village owners dropped sharply.

Wu Shengshi's fighting rhythm was interrupted several times, and some dangers arose.

"Wu Shengshi, can we negotiate?"

Lan Gumiao has been able to stand for so long because he is best at negotiating with the so-called decent families.

In front of silver, there is no so-called justice and morality. If you talk about benevolence and morality, shut up until you are moral and righteous, it is all for silver in the end.

"Yes! Use your head... as a bargaining chip!"

Hearing the first half of Wu Shengshi's sentence, Lan Gumiao sneered contemptuously, but the second half of the sentence directly made the smile freeze.

"Kill me... cut him once, and the reward is 100 taels of silver!"

Lan Hongmiao yelled hysterically.

Under the heavy reward, there was a brave man, and the eight second-ranks began to risk their lives.

Wu Shengshi was quickly suppressed, and Dao Mang was also at a disadvantage. He took a look... Well, eight second-rank students are all there, and it will be easier for the two disciples to be outside.

……

The cottage is in chaos.

The backyard is messy, and the front is even messier.

In just a few breaths, there were corpses everywhere.

All of these corpses had their deadly parts cut open, and the corpses were well preserved, so it wasn't too miserable.

Feng Duoying's eyes were bloodshot, and even his breathing was sticky with the smell of blood. The ants killed the elephants. Although he became more and more brave as he fought, there were many bandits who were desperate, and several bloody cuts were cut on his body.

"As long as I'm not surrounded by Yipin, I'm safe...Calm down, Feng Duoying, Feng Duoying, my father taught me from a young age to be calm in situations, so that I can get through danger, you must be calm..."

Feng Duoying couldn't remember how many bandits he had killed.

In his eyes, there is no human shape anymore, only the smooth neck, only the deadly part where the blood vessels are throbbing...

"Junior Brother Qin has not been in martial arts for a long time, and the crisis is more serious than expected. He will definitely be very dangerous. I have to hurry up, and hurry up... as long as I kill my way, I can go to help Junior Brother Qin... Calm down, calm down!"

Whoosh whoosh!

The pair of knives drew two indescribably strange arcs, like a sudden poisonous snake, cutting the throats of two first-rank bandits.

When the blood spurted out, Feng Duoying's body was already on the other side.

puff!
Unfortunately, he was shot again in the arm.

Fortunately, this kind of minor injury was not fatal, nor would it affect his ability to perform martial arts.

"Master has a good face, and he plays a big role in front of me and Junior Brother Qin. He is facing two third-ranks and eight second-ranks at the same time. How can it be easy... After helping Junior Brother Qin, I have to assist the master. Alas, three people Suppressing bandits is not realistic at all, the master is inflated and confused...he overestimated himself and Junior Brother Qin...but I, Feng Duoying, am a dark horse!"

All the pressure was on Feng Duoying, he felt suffocated by the mountains on his shoulders.

"I probably cleared half the distance, hurry up... hurry up... Senior Brother Qin, you must persevere... Senior Brother is here to save you, I really envy you, you have a good senior brother... Sigh!"

……

another way.

Limbs and arms are everywhere, and corpses are scattered everywhere.

Blood splattered on the wall and on the ground. Near the gate, the blood was sticky and black, and the stench was pungent.

Contrary to Feng Duoying's saber technique, Qin Jinyang's saber is only mighty, with a strong magical meaning.

Rampage.

Bloody.

Gods block and kill gods, demons block and kill demons.

Open and close, the knife can see the bone, and the knife can break the bone.

The killing was hearty, and there were corpses everywhere. Even though they were dead, the Bandit's expression was still terrified.

In front of Qin Jinyang were bandits who were terrified. They huddled together in the street and retreated step by step. Several Yipin had already peed their pants.

"It's over!"

Qin Jinyang didn't count how many bandits he killed, and the notification sound in his mind never disconnected.

This batch in front of me should be the last batch.

One street, kill empty!

Unfortunately, the son of the second head of the family has never been found.

"Young man, can't you speak well if you have something to say?"

There was a first-rank mountain bandit whose mouth was parched and trembling all over.

"Hey, when you slaughter the old, the weak, women and children, do you talk to them well?"

Whoosh!
A black light flickered past, like a jet of black oil poured into an ant's nest, and the knife light pulled out a sharp strip, like a red-hot knife cutting tofu, and several bandits were chopped off in the middle.

They still maintain a defensive posture with knives, but their upper bodies are already sliding.

They saw their legs, smelled the piss in their crotches, they felt cuts and pain like never before, and they couldn't breathe.

Qin Jinyang stood in the middle of the street, pinching the face of a bandit: "Where is the second head's son? I'm looking for the man with the scar on his face!"

"No...don't know!"

Click!

Qin Jinyang waved his hand and knocked his head against the wall decisively, no...it was a watermelon.

Whoosh!
The next person's face was pinched: "Speak!" Qin Jinyang's tone was very calm, as if he was joking with an old friend, but the more he was like this, the more frightened the bandits became.

"In the cell! Young Master is in the cell!" The bandit rolled his eyes.

(End of this chapter)