Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 43 Immortal Technique, Palm Thunder (Three Thousand)
A fire stick is a prop that often appears in martial arts novels, and its function is similar to that of a lighter in modern society.

This thing really exists, of course it is not as convenient as described in novels. The real tinder is actually called tinder. There is a plant called hook-bud gerbera, which has a layer of lint growing on the back, which is extremely flammable. People pick fresh hook-bud gerbera, tear off the lint from the back while it is still damp, dry it, then grind it into a ball and pinch it on the flint, and then lightly scratch it with an iron flint, and the sparks that burst out can ignite the tinder.

This is a fire starter.

A breeze was blowing by the river, ruffling Gu Banxia's slender black hair.

Although she usually looks weak and seems to be just an ordinary maid, her expression became serious at this moment and she stood silently in front of Song Yan.

This situation seemed somewhat strange to the killers.

You have to know that they were bandits before, and they had killed at least eighty people. Most people would be terrified and tremble all over when facing them just by looking at them, but what was going on with these four people in front of them?
Why did the two strong men not care at all, and even had bloodthirsty and cruel smiles on their faces, as if they were the hunters and they were the prey?

Why was Song Yan also able to act so relaxed? He even had the mood to play with the fire stick.

Even a woman was hunched over, as if ready for battle.

Can't they see the difference in numbers?

Can't they see the shining knife in their hands?
This attitude of being almost ignored made the six killers feel a little angry. With a look from the boss, the six killers gripped their steel knives tightly and approached Song Yan and the other four.

At this moment, there was a hissing sound, and the next moment Song Yan suddenly raised his arm, and a stick-like object as thick as his arm flew straight towards the killer leader.

call!
This time, Song Yan used his internal force, and the stick-like object moved at an extremely fast speed. In an instant, a shadow was drawn and rushed straight to the face of the killer leader.

As if to deliberately show off his strength, the killer leader frowned, suddenly stretched out his left hand, and with a snap, he grabbed the hidden weapon just as it was about to hit his nose.

Is this a hidden weapon?
Whose hidden weapon is so big?

Wow, this is almost the same as my arm, right?
There was even a string hanging from one end of the hidden weapon, smoking.

This isn't a hidden weapon, it's... a firecracker?
The leader was slightly stunned, and even the other brothers beside him stopped involuntarily. Even though they were carrying out a serious mission like killing, at this moment, the group of killers really couldn't hold it back and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hey, little brat, are you trying to kill me with this firecracker?" The leader laughed so hard that tears were about to flow. He didn't throw the thing away, but instead held it tightly in his hand. Aren't these the things they set off during festivals, weddings, and funerals? They sound loud, but the lethality...tsk tsk, besides scaring away chickens and ducks, they probably have no other use.

Although this firecracker is a bit strange, it is a bit thicker than ordinary firecrackers and its surface seems to be made of ceramic. So, can this thing really explode?
sizzle sizzle...

The fuse was still burning, but it was drowned out by the grunting laughter. The boss was a third-grade warrior. The first three grades of warriors mainly used internal force to temper their bones, muscles, and flesh. When they were tempered to the extreme, they would be difficult to be injured by swords and weapons. Not to mention the boss, even these warriors who had just entered the grade would not care about things like firecrackers.

Facing the ridicule of many killers around him, Song Yan had a strange look on his face. Were people in ancient times so brave?

sizzle sizzle...

The fuse is almost burned out.

The boss suddenly felt reluctant to kill Song Yan. It was rare to find such a cute fool. "Little kid, I'll give you a chance. If this firecracker of yours can blast off a piece of dead skin from my hand, I'll spare you today..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a rumble...

An arm, as if torn off by brute force, shot up into the sky.

what……

Puff, puff!
Ding ding ding ding…

Some invisible and violent force instantly tore the killer leader's palms apart and pulled off his arms. The force was like a knife, cutting open the side of the killer leader's abdomen. His internal organs didn't even have time to burst out before they were minced into meat paste.

The ceramic shell exploded, and the rusty iron pieces inside flew everywhere, piercing through the body on both sides, tearing one bloody hole after another, and hitting the blade, making a tinkling sound.

Blasted.

It finally exploded.

At the moment of the explosion, Gu Banxia's face changed drastically as if it was pure instinct. Although she was slightly shorter than Song Yan, she subconsciously rushed over and hugged Song Yan in her arms. Then she felt a violent impact like a tide coming from behind. The hem of her skirt fluttered uncontrollably, revealing her slender and plump calves wrapped in black stockings.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu reacted even faster. They seemed to move out of nowhere and stood in front of Gu Banxia and Song Yan. The steel knives in their hands danced wildly, as if two shiny light curtains appeared out of thin air.

Screams and the sound of metal clashing turned into ripples that suddenly spread out.

Broken limbs, splattering blood, and shattered metal fragments flew everywhere. Even the ground beneath their feet shook violently. As flesh and blood flew, the figures on either side of the assassin boss were directly thrown several meters away. The pungent smell of gunpowder, the odor of burning cloth, and the aroma of burning flesh mixed together and filled the air.

In just a brief moment, everyone's eyes widened. They saw it but were completely unable to react. They had no idea what was going on.

boom.

The severed arm, having flown high into the sky, finally fell to the ground. Even after the impact dissipated, thick smoke still billowed out. After a few more seconds, the smoke gradually dissipated.

hiss……

Then, there was the sound of people sucking in their breath.

The assassin leader had fallen to the ground, a gaping hole in his abdomen, as if ripped open by the claws of some ferocious beast. Scorched intestines and entrails gushed out, emitting a sickening stench. The warriors on either side were instantly thrown back, their heads colliding with boulders, their skulls cracking and their brains splattering everywhere. The other, barely alive, was covered in burn marks from the intense fire. Fragments of iron and ceramic were embedded in his flesh, and blood oozed continuously. Soon, his clothes were soaked through, and he was clearly dead.

The bloody scene made Gu Banxia's face turn pale, her slender neck kept moving and she swallowed her saliva.

Isn't this what my uncle made these past few days? How could it have such terrible destructive power?
My brother-in-law is a miracle doctor. Now he can even make such a horrible thing. How many secrets does he have that she doesn't know?

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu's faces also changed drastically, and their bodies were trembling slightly. Even they didn't dare to say that they could withstand the explosion just now.

Could this be the legendary immortal palm thunder?
On the other side, the three men in black were also trembling all over. What kind of power is this?
A young man who couldn't even be considered a warrior threw a firecracker that actually killed a third-grade warrior and two first-grade warriors?
Since when did warriors become so vulnerable?

Everyone was shocked by the power of the grenade, except Song Yan, who remained calm. He even sighed with some dissatisfaction.

The power was still a little far from what one would have imagined. Just look at the crater on the ground, it wasn't that big. Even the iron pieces and ceramic fragments blown away by the explosion could be blocked by Zhang Long and Zhao Hu waving their steel knives. The firepower was really too poor, it was simply shameful.

Next time I’ll see if I can make it bigger and stuff as much gunpowder in it as possible.

As a rabbit, I still pursue thicker, bigger and longer ones.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s convenient or not, the main thing is that the hole created by the explosion must be big enough.

If it is made into an iron shell, stuffed with dozens of kilograms of gunpowder, and then launched by a catapult, its power on the battlefield will be no match for modern cannons, and in this era it is probably a dimensionality reduction attack.

Also, the fuse was too long. If the person had just thrown it away, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

Sure enough, only after experiencing actual combat can you know how to improve.

As he was thinking this, the three killers behind him suddenly let out strange cries, turned around and ran away. They had already lost their fighting spirit and didn't even have the courage to stand behind Song Yan.

monster.

This seemingly harmless boy is definitely a monster, otherwise how could he use such terrifying magic?

"Not chasing?" Song Yan blinked and looked at Zhao Hu and asked.

Zhao Hu's throat moved slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Sir, please don't worry. They can't get away."

He didn't even notice that his tone had become extra respectful when he was talking to his brother-in-law.

Song Yan nodded and said no more. He walked straight forward and squatted beside the corpse. He didn't care about the bloody and sticky touch at all. He reached out and started to feel around.

Touching corpses is a family craft, and we must not forget our roots.

Soon, Song Yan smiled and held in his hand a purse soaked in blood, which looked to be worth several dozen taels.

Not long after, he took out another silver note that was mostly stained with blood.

Can these killers afford silver notes?

After a casual glance, Song Yan's eyelids jumped, and he saw a familiar name on the title of the banknote:

Yang Miaoqing!
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