Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 334 Grandpa Comes To Tell You To Play With Sticks
Hearing the noise, I hurriedly put Suzaku back on the bed, and then rushed out, only to see a dozen or so people coming to the grain drying field in front of the house, and the leader was Xiong Wangfei.

On our side, Ma Xiaolong was drenched with feces all over his face. Although Ma Yi'ao didn't have any on his body, some yellow and black things were still stained on his clothes. Spit it all out for lunch.

Ma Xiaolong, who was drenched in a lot of dung, couldn't bear this treatment, he exploded immediately, rushing up to fight a man carrying a dung bucket, but the man just hid back, and the others were trapped come up.

The anger in his heart naturally has nothing to hide. Ma Xiaolong showed the methods of a practitioner, but Xiong Wangfei saw it in his eyes.

The guy said cheerfully: "Look, look, I told you, they have ulterior motives, you still don't believe it..."

Ma Xiaolong was furious, and roared, "I'm going to kill you."

He shook his fist and rushed forward. The people who stopped him smelled the stench of fermented excrement on his body, and they all frowned and retreated. Then two more came, holding smooth With a long stick, he hit Ma Xiaolong head-on and face-to-face.

Those people had been prepared for a long time, and their attack was extremely dark. Seeing their posture, they knew that they were not using it on ordinary people.

Because if Ma Xiaolong was an ordinary person, he would probably have a broken bone.

Bang, bang, bang...

The stick fell on Ma Xiaolong's body like raindrops, and this buddy was also annoyed at this moment. When he was impulsive, he forgot all his scruples. With a sudden pull, he wanted to grab the stick.

However, the person he was fighting with was specially arranged, and he was also an experienced practitioner. How could he be able to grab the blade with his bare hands, and he was holding on tightly at the moment, refusing to let go.

But the other person was holding a wooden stick as thick as a small bowl, and smashed it viciously towards Ma Xiaolong's back.

boom!
The stick was smashed straight on, and there was a huge "bang", and the stick as thick as a small bowl was broken directly.

What a great effort this is, those people really don't leave a way for people to survive.

Seeing the opponent's posture, I was sure in my heart that this Xiong Wangfei must have a ghost in his heart, knowing that we are here for him, otherwise how could he be so persistent?
I saw that Ma Yi'ao next to me didn't come forward, but took off his coat with a look of disgust, and frowned at the yellow and black spots on his trousers. I couldn't figure out what he was doing, so I shouted: "What are you doing?" Woolen cloth?"

Ma Xiaolong was already extremely angry at this moment, and he actually directly manifested his true nature, revealing the majesty of his Siberian tiger.

Xiong Wangfei was even more proud at this time, and said, "Look, Nightcrawler, hey, my sister An Li, look at who you have recruited into the village?"
He was talking over there, while Ma Yi'ao said to me: "It stinks..."

I was a little speechless, and said to him: "What should I do? Should I fight?"

Ma Yi'ao looked terrified, pointed at An Li strangely and said, "She told me not to move..."

Hey!
I can't count on him anymore. I saw Ma Xiaolong surrounded by four or five people. Among them were two men, one bald and the other short and strong. He went to get the net, without any hesitation, he rushed directly into the crowd.

Those people saw that I also made a move, and they became more and more happy. Xiong Wangfei laughed and said, Sister An Li, look, there is another one...

A kid with missing front teeth rushed from the slanting stab, and said with a smile: "Let me deal with this kid. I just learned the eight-step startling palm, and I just need an opponent!"

He laughed and slapped me suddenly.

This palm was really interesting, with a slash across the air, there was a palm wind blowing towards his face. Judging from the good fortune of his cultivation base, this kid is considered to be a leader among his peers.

It's just that he accidentally picked me as his opponent, which turned into a tragedy.

That eight-step frightening palm, after all, was just frightened when it met Tanlang's grasper.

Swish!
I stopped abruptly, stretched out my hand, avoiding his palm, then grabbed his arm, twitched him, and pulled him into my arms.

That man is also a stubborn stubble. After realizing my difficulty, he suddenly raised his arms and wanted to attack between my chest and abdomen, but unexpectedly, I slipped and staggered his body, and then grabbed him suddenly. Pushing the boat along the current, pushed the person directly onto the puddle of feces four or five meters away.

Snapped……

That person landed on several piles of filth, and fell into a shit-this time it was not an adjective, but a verb, and he really opened his mouth and posted it...

The stench and nausea made it difficult for him to fight anymore, and he vomited out on the spot. On the other side, I heard a scream and turned around suddenly, only to see Ma Xiaolong being chopped on the back by the bald man with a curved miao knife.

At this moment, Ma Xiaolong is two meters tall, covered in black hair, with the appearance of a tiger on his head. He is unreasonably mighty, and puts a group of people into chaos. , and the bald man was also extremely tricky, the knife came over quietly, Ma Xiaolong was surrounded by many, he could not care about the front, he couldn't care about the back, so he got the knife.

The bald man succeeded with the knife, knowing that Xiaolong Ma was going to fight back, he immediately backed away, letting the people around him hold up Xiaolong Ma who was in a frenzy.

I saw that Ma Xiaolong was injured, the bloody wound was shocking, and a large ball of anger welled up in my chest, and I rushed forward.

The people next to me saw that I was pretty good at dealing with the kid who made the eight-step shocker just now, so they immediately stopped me.

A man with a big mole on his face grabbed a thick stick and hit me on the head.

The other guy just broke all the sticks, and now he brought another one and poked towards me.

This group of people obviously knew that I was good at fist and kick, so they let these two people come over to deal with me.

It's just that they don't know that my spear and stick skills are far better than boxing skills.

Swish, swish, swish...

I avoided the opponent's consecutive sticks, not only because of my dexterity, but also because of my deep understanding of the method of spears and sticks.

In fact, although the two of them used sticks, although they had trained hard and had tricks, for me who had learned the nine-way turning cloud stick technique, it was still not enough.

A college student who has studied advanced mathematics and calculus will not be stumped by binary linear equations.

After a quick handshake, I reached out suddenly and grabbed the tip of the opponent's stick.

The man seemed to know that I would have such a means, and also knew that I was going to grab the stick, he was not surprised but happy, he grinned, then grabbed the stick with both hands, and pulled it back suddenly.

And at the moment when I was in a stalemate with him, the other person took the opportunity to attack and made a fierce effort, trying to concoct the previous cooperation, and broke my spine.

However, there are still some differences between Ma Xiaolong and I.

It was too late to say that, after I grabbed the tip of the man's stick, I squeezed my thumb and index finger suddenly, and a flame spread from here in an instant.

This flame is the power of turbid yin, it is extremely hot, the man's hand holding the stick was lifted, and he couldn't hold the stick firmly at the moment, so he let go of it suddenly.

When I controlled the stick, an indescribable wantonness surged out of my heart.

Come, my master will teach you how to use a stick.

The vanguard, the gate of life and death.

Two moves in a row, I directly lifted the stick that was attacking from behind, and then suddenly hit the man's thigh with a stick, but heard a click, the man yelled, and flew a few meters away away.

And then, I returned the stick to hide, and suddenly poked this man with moles on his face so that he fell down.

And then, I rushed into the crowd with a long stick in my hand.

When I rushed to Ma Xiaolong's side, he was already bloodied and disfigured, and he was also in a state of madness. Seeing me approaching, he subconsciously slapped me.

I stopped him with a stick and shouted loudly, "It's me."

Only then did Ma Xiaolong come back to his senses and withdrew his hand, but at this moment, a huge force came from behind him, but he heard a "bang" sound, and the Xiong Wangfei who had been on the edge made a move, and Ma Xiaolong was thrown away. Slap and fly.

I stretched out my arms to embrace Ma Xiaolong, who was flying up, only to find that he was directly hit by the palm, vomiting blood from the mouth, and passed out.

Seeing Ma Xiaolong covered in feces and blood, my brain exploded with a buzzing sound. I raised my stick and roared at Xiong Wangfei, "I drafted grandma's..."

Nine roads turn the clouds, Yin and Yang roads.

I hated this person so much, I used my ruthless hand as soon as I came up, that Xiong Wangfei fought me with bare hands for two rounds, and suddenly shouted behind him: "Give me the knife!"

Someone reached out and threw a Fenghan black iron seedling knife. Xiong Wangfei took the knife and came over with a stern smile. He slashed towards me and shouted loudly: "Boy, it's too early for you to act wild in front of your Lord Xiong!" Two years..."

The Miao Dao in his hand was powerful and ferocious for no reason. I fought him for two more rounds, and found that the Miao Dao had also been sacrificially refined. The pattern on it was strange, like runes, full of chilling air.

Apart from Xiong Wangfei, there are seven or eight people around me, waiting for the opportunity to move.

Surrounded by heavy siege, I glanced at Ma Xiaolong, who was unconscious at my feet, and then at Ma Yi'ao, who was standing indifferently beside An Li, with grief and anger in my heart, I slammed a stick forward.

Click...

Xiong Wangfei swung his saber, cut off the stick, then laughed loudly, the saber turned into shadows on the mountain, and shouted loudly: "That's all, die!"

He thought he would win, and a sneer appeared on my face with my long stick broken.

My best skill is not stick technique...

(End of this chapter)