Chapter 170

It's not a simple town. It seems that the short man had heard about it. Even if he had prepared for it, he was first made difficult by the old man guarding the door, and then he was surprised to meet a guy with strong spirit on the street.

How can anyone walk out of the room? They are all so powerful?

The fierce burly man was the blacksmith Wang Meng who was driven out of the blacksmith shop by Gao Songtao. Now he looked down at the short man, his fists creaking, and his face was full of gloom.

"Little Shorty, I'm in a bad mood today. You can catch up with the good time."

With that, Wang Meng took a step forward and smashed his fists.

A fierce fist came out of the body and shot directly at the short man.

See this, that stature short man also quite helpless, cry mournful face backward abruptly withdraw one step.

Bang!

Just standing place suddenly burst out of a hole, mud splashed out.

Wang Meng's momentum did not decrease, and he once again yelled, "let's die!"

The body shape rushes forward again, a pair of fists seem to swing slowly, but when it is near the short man, it suddenly accelerates, the fists are vigorous, mixed with Qi.

Mud Bodhisattva still has three points of anger. On the face of the short man, there is a touch of gloom. Instead of retreating, he steps on the ground with both feet and waves his hands forward. He is not afraid to greet the fist.

The gas engine soared.

They collided with each other, with four fists against each other.

Boom!

A dull sound came out.

The air engine splashed out.

They stood still, with different looks.

As soon as Wang Meng's face changed, he seemed a little surprised. Did not expect that this does not show the mountain does not dew the small Shorty, unexpectedly can carry the next fist forcefully.

On the other side, the short man had a gloomy face. But inside, it's very different. It's a fierce fist Gang, not a Kendo man. So why is it here?

"Come again!"

After being stunned, Wang Meng couldn't help but raise his morale. After drinking heavily, he retreated for a few steps, and then rushed forward.

Seeing this, the short man finally changed his face and withdrew a few steps.

But Wang Meng's body rushed forward, but his hands smashed out of the void with his steps. In front of him, there appeared a series of boxing shadows, which were stacked together, just like a high wall, and rushed to the short man.

This time, the short man did not dare to raise his head. Instead, he suddenly clenched his teeth and put his hands on his chest. His momentum soared again. A flying sword appeared in his palm and jumped up.

Sword Qi against fist Gang!

With Wang Meng's body coming forward, the shadow of fist in the air kept piling up, just like a huge spray.

The short man frowned, held his sword in both hands, and said in a deep voice, "the sword opens mountains and rivers!"

The sword spirit emerged and went straight to the fist.

Boom!

The whole town began to vibrate violently, and the dilapidated houses not far away began to vibrate. Many people in the town could not help walking out of their own houses, and their faces became gloomy.

The air plane burst, like thunder, filled the air and poured into the surrounding houses.

Obviously, those dilapidated houses can't bear the impact of the burst of the aeroplane, and they are about to fall.

At this moment, there was an angry voice in the sky.

"Gao Songtao, take care of your servants!"

A little angry husky voice spread over the town.

As the angry voice came out, the turbulent Qi disappeared in an instant.

Even the two people's respective surging out of the gas engine, with this angry and instantly disappear.

In such a scene, the short man's face changed dramatically, and he withdrew a few steps back again.

The voice just now was clearly from the old man guarding the city. And just a word can make the turbulent gas engine dissipate like evaporation?

And Wang Meng, who had been full of murders before, made a fierce fist and looked back.

In the distance, a figure came.

"Wang Meng, are you making trouble for me again?"

In the blink of an eye, Gao Songtao, who was swearing, rushed to the front of Wang Meng and kicked out directly.

The burly Wang Meng was caught off guard and was kicked to the ground.

Gao Songtao, who came from the shooting, covered half of his face with a slightly strange look. After a slightly gloomy scold, he looked up at the little man not far away.

"Brother, this is not the place where you play sword. Take back your little flying sword as soon as possible. If you lose it, no one will take care of it."

Without saying a word, the little man quickly took back the flying sword hanging in the air, then squeezed out a smiling face and said, "OK, OK, I'm sure I don't dare to do anything. If it wasn't for your servant... "

"My servant, that's my business. It's not your turn to interrupt."

Gao Songtao looked very impatient. He glanced at the short man, then looked down at the shocked Wang Meng and said angrily, "go back, you are not allowed to strike iron these days."

Wang Meng just got up and trotted to the back of the town. However, he turned around in the middle and gave the short man a gloomy look.

Gao Songtao didn't care any more. He turned around and rubbed his cheek and went to his blacksmith's shop.

"You son of a bitch named Su, you are so cruel. Don't you know that I live by my face? How can I meet people now? "

Gao Songtao muttered and looked unhappy.

Under the face covered by his hands, he was black and blue, and was beaten by Su Chunsheng's fists.

The little man who stayed in the same place looked at the two people leaving one after another, frowned tightly, stopped a little, and then drank aloud: "Mr. Gao, my name is Cao Xi!"

Gao Songtao suddenly stopped, turned his head and frowned at the short man with a gloomy face.

"You want to die?"

Gao Songtao's face was unusually gloomy, and a light killing opportunity emerged.

All around, the already settled earth and the dilapidated houses vibrated in an instant.

Seeing this scene, the short man grinned and said with a smile, "do business."

Gao Songtao converges and goes away without looking back.

The little man, who claimed to be Xie Xi, grinned and then turned into a hubris.

Outside the gate, the thin old man sitting on the reclining chair looked up at the sky, sighed and murmured: "injustice. It's coming after all. "