V2.Chapter 32

The big man looked at Yuan Zhencheng with a gloomy face. Among these people, since he spoke first, he naturally attracted everyone's attention.

But yuan's sincere response was different. In the face of more than 30 red scarves robbers, he not only did not have any fear, but also took a hint of disdain at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

That scarlet thief is also well-informed, so it is naturally impossible to read this expression wrong. His eyebrows screwed up, and the people opposite him became more and more unpredictable in his mind.

"Brother Liao, talk nonsense with them. These horses are good. We'll all stay, and the big collar will definitely be rewarded."

A red scarves thief came out with his eyes shining, and his eyes were always staring at the red damask horse, but his heart was even more vicious, and he even wanted to leave all the horses. As for how the horse was handled after he stayed, he didn't even bother to mention a word.

Brother Liao was finally filled with fierce light in his eyes. He told himself in his heart that in this world, it is impossible to meet masters so easily. With his own eight layers of inner strength and more than 30 brothers with four or five layers of inner strength, he was enough to run amuck on this official road.

Indeed, how can a real master use the way of taking turns to get on the road? And it's so rare that a master is not a cabbage in the market. He wants as much as he wants.

Once he made a decision, his voice suddenly rose: "you guys, leave the horses and goods, and then you can go."

Yuan Zhencheng sighed quietly, "you want to block the way and rob."

Brother Liao hehe smiled and said, "we are not blocking the way to rob, but robbing the rich and helping the poor. You have so many horses, and the goods on your horse are not light. It must be unscrupulous merchants who are not benevolent for wealth. Leave things for me, and Lord Liao will leave you alive."

He Yiming puffed a smile. It was his first time to deal with horse thieves. He didn't expect to rob others' things, but there was a saying of robbing the rich and helping the poor. But after the rich are robbed, the money they get may not be able to be distributed to the poor.

Yuan Zhencheng was about to speak, but he Yitian said in a loud voice, "Uncle yuan, if we hand over the goods and horses, do you think these people will really save our lives?"

Hearing this sentence, brother Liao was determined. It seemed that he was really worried. It turned out that these people were just tall and deep in appearance, but they didn't have much foundation. His face had darkened in an instant, and he made up his mind to kill all four of them.

Yuan Zhenzhen hesitated for a moment and said, "the horse thieves naturally like to kill innocent people indiscriminately. Even our Jinlin country has heard of the reputation of red scarves thieves. They are cruel and ruthless. Even if we hand over things, they will not let our lives go."

He Yitian, with an expression of enlightenment, turned around and asked, "Liao is in charge. My uncle is right."

Brother Liao burst out laughing and said, "the old boy has been in the Jianghu for several times. Is he a little experienced? That's right..." he turned his face and said, "today, your goods and horses will stay, and so will your people."

Just as brother Liao and he Yitian were talking, the more than 30 horse thieves had already dispersed slowly, and came to the road, blocking the front and rear passages.

In their view, these four people are like turtles in a jar, and there is no chance to escape.

He Yitian shook his head slightly, as if he was talking to himself, "since it's the same to hand in or not to hand in, why should we listen to them and hand over the horses? Right, sixth brother."

He Yiming was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile, "elder brother is right."

He Yitian looked at the horse thieves who were approaching them gradually and suddenly said, "six brothers, but they are numerous. We might as well hand over some goods." He pointed to the knife bag of he Yiming's horse and said, "this thing is very valuable. Maybe it can buy our lives."

His voice was not low, and several horse thieves in front looked at the knife bag of he Yiming's horse along his hand.

There is he Yiming's dagger inside, which is more than one meter long. Because there are three stick knives inside, it is difficult to distinguish what is in it from the outside.

Brother Liao's heart moved. The horse he Yiming rode was a rare BMW colt. If he ran forward desperately, he might not be able to catch up. At least, without hurting Hongling Ma, he was not sure of being caught alive at all.

"Hey, boy across the street, what's in your package? Hand it in quickly. If it's a real baby, it'll be your life money." Brother Liao stared and said fiercely, "if you make Lord Liao happy, you may be merciful and let you live."

At this point, he Yiming had understood what brother meant. He smiled and said, "well, since you want to see it, then show it to you, but this thing is more than enough to buy our lives."

With that, he untied the knife bag from the horse's back, and then casually threw it over.

Such a heavy knife seemed to have no weight in his hand, just like a straw, light and indifferent.

A large package of more than one meter crossed nearly 20 meters in midair and fell from a height of nearly six or seven meters.

Under he Yiming's ingenious tactics, there was no strong wind. Anyone who sees this situation will think that this package is only ten kilograms at most.

Those horse thieves didn't have anything yet, and their faces were all with a trace of ferocious smile.

However, the faces of he Quanxin and his son and Yuan Zhenxin changed at the same time. After several days of traveling together, even yuan Zhenxin knew what was in this burden.

That's the famous weapon of Lord hewood when he was young.

However, he has always been very strange. Why didn't this weapon be passed to he Quanxin, the eldest son of the old man, or he Yitian, the eldest son and grandson, but to he Yiming, the sixth grandson.

But at this moment, he finally knew the answer.

This he Yiming is definitely not simple. Not only is his strength incredible, but also his internal strength is definitely higher than himself, and the wonderful use of internal strength is far beyond his imagination.

However, he did not know that even he Quanxin, who was on the 10th floor of inner strength, was surprised after seeing this scene.

With ten layers of internal strength cultivation, it is naturally possible to throw the dagger at such a height and distance, but if you want to be so understated, it is impossible without any prestige.

Brother Liao raised his head. His arrogant eyes stared at the cloth bag, carelessly stretched out an arm, opened the palm fan's hand, and looked at the middle of the cloth bag falling on his head.

Suddenly, his eyes changed. Just half a second after his hand contacted the cloth bag, the pride and evil spirit in his eyes had completely faded, and in an instant it was changed into incredible and a ray of fear from the heart.

He raised his other hand, as if to raise it high, but the speed of the cloth bag falling suddenly accelerated at the moment of contact with his palm.

"Dong..."

A crisp sound came, and the cloth bag fell hard and hit his head heavily.

Brother Liao turned over without saying anything, and his body on the ground couldn't stop twitching, like a sudden attack of epilepsy.

Many thieves stared at this scene with tongue tied eyes. They didn't understand what happened at all.

However, when everyone focused on brother Liao, they all gasped.

Brother Liao's front skull has shrunk down a large piece, as if he had been knocked on the spot by a huge hammer, breaking his head.

Red and white brains were faintly visible, and his body finally stopped moving completely after twitching for a moment.

Time seemed to condense at this moment, and a strong sense of unease surged in the hearts of all the horse thieves.

No one is stupid. After seeing this scene, even the most stupid people know that they are not ordinary people.

In fact, brother Liao is a cultivator with eight levels of internal strength. Although he can't be compared with he Yiming and others, he can't be killed by a 360 Jin dagger.

However, he underestimated the cloth bag, because when he Yiming threw it several meters high and 20 meters away, it was impossible for anyone to think that the weight of this thing had actually reached such a terrible level.

Moreover, he Yiming used a very clever force when throwing a big knife, and deliberately aimed at his head.

These factors add up, so that brother Liao, who has eight layers of internal strength, will die indistinctly, which can be called death in peace.

He Quanxin sighed and said, "one day, one sound, since we started, there is no need to be merciful. We can repay them as they want to treat us."

He Yitian and his brother answered at the same time. Their bodies suddenly jumped up from their horses and rushed into the brigands like two big birds.

Yuan Zhencheng moved and wanted to join the battle group, but he Quanxin held out his hand and said, "brother yuan, let them deal with it."

With a smile, Yuan Zhencheng immediately relaxed. If Li Ling Tonglai had come, he would have made the same choice. These brigands' martial arts are not strong, which is undoubtedly the best choice for younger generations to practice.

However, his eyes fell on he Yiming and suddenly asked, "brother he, what level of internal strength has Yiming's virtuous nephew reached now?"

He Quanxin smiled innocently and said, "his talent is good, so he is a little higher."

Yuan Zhenzhen nodded if he realized something, but how did he know that this so-called higher point was actually how unattainable.

After all, he Yitian is 24 years old. Under the deliberate exercise of his elders at home, he has also had several actual battles, especially when he was 20 years old, he once joined the encirclement and suppression of horse thieves organized by the government and fought with these fierce horse thieves.

Therefore, his ruthlessness is by no means comparable to that of ordinary young people.

A long sword danced loudly in his hand. Although the most powerful aspect of the earth skill was defense, when the strength of both sides was too far apart, the killing speed of the earth skill was also not slow.

The long sword danced on his hand like a fly, as if it had come to life. All the people who fought directly with him were three or two times, and he lifted the weapon in his hand, or left a transparent hole in his body. And he laid hands on it mercilessly, and in a flash, he had killed seven or eight people.

He Yiming's actions are definitely not as exaggerated as a day. He is walking in the crowd like a leisurely walk. But as long as there is someone in the place he passed, he will stretch out his hand, catch the person and throw it into the air.

This toss was immediately significant. Not only was he numb all over and difficult to use half his strength, but also he drew a beautiful arc high in the air and finally fell to the ground 20 meters away.

At this point, these horse thieves understood why the cloth bag looked light, but it could kill people.

Although the brigands are numerous and vicious, they can't escape he Yiming's side whether they are attacking with a knife, leaning back or turning around.

He Yiming just stretched out his hand to grab and throw. In addition, there seems to be no other means, but this simple and extreme technique has played an unimaginable power.

A moment later, all the twenty horse thieves who had stood in front of the crowd tried the taste of flying man in the air, and fell far into a corner of the official road, groaning in pain.

He Yiming just instilled a little bit of true Qi, which had confused their internal strength. At the moment, they couldn't improve their internal strength at all, and even vigorous exercise was impossible.

This is the gap between genuine Qi and internal strength, which are not at the same level at all.

After half a sound, some remaining horse thieves behind roared and dared not entangle with he Yitian any more. They turned and ran away. Their only hope was that no one would catch up.

He Yitian let out a long whistle and ran back and forth on the road in the shape of electricity. Most of the escaped people died under his sword. Only one person was so smart that he ran towards the river. As soon as he reached the river, he jumped into the river regardless of everything.

Although the river is cold, compared with life, taking a cold bath is nothing.

He Quanxin snorted coldly, not satisfied that someone had escaped, but he didn't help. He can't be ashamed to deal with these horse thieves who have only three to five layers of internal strength.

"What about these people?" He Yiming pointed to the meat mountain piled by 20 people and asked.

He Quanxin shook his head slightly and said, "Yiming, how did these people want to deal with us?"

"They want to rob our horses and money."

"After robbing?" He Quanxin still asked slowly.

He Yiming opened his mouth and did not speak.

He Quanxin sighed and said, "Yiming, you should understand why you asked them just one day." He paused and said coldly, "these people want to kill us on the spot after robbing the goods."

He Yiming glanced at brother Liao's corpse. This sentence was said by brother Liao himself. He Yiming would cut him and kill him.

However, looking at the group of wailing horse thieves, his heart hesitated.

Yuan Zhencheng remained silent. This is a good time for he Quanxin to teach his children. This is by no means a good time to intervene.

Seeing he Yiming's hesitant expression, he Quanxin shook his head again and said, "Yiming, you caught these people. What you want to do is up to you. We won't interfere."

After that, he patted the horse gently and said, "we'll wait for you in the town ahead. Your horse is fast. Catch up by yourself."

Yuan Zhencheng rode his horse, followed by he Quanxin. He Yitian wiped the sword in his hand on the body of the horse thief, then patted Yiming on the shoulder and said, "Yiming, no matter how you decide, I will support you."

With that, he jumped on his horse and chased after him.

Suddenly, only he Yiming was left here alone. Of course, there were corpses everywhere, wailing wounded people, and more than 30 mounts that had lost their owners.

So many horses are a great wealth, but now everyone is in a tight time, how can they have time to deal with this little thing, so they have to let it go.

He Yiming thought for a moment, came to brother Liao and took the long package back.

The package was stained with red and white brains and looked rather disgusting. He Yiming untied the outermost package and threw it away. Fortunately, the leather goods inside were not contaminated. He wiped it gently for a few times and it was cleaned.

Red Dama skillfully came to he Yiming's side, stretched out his big head and arched a confession on him.

The horse was a little unruly when he was with him at the beginning, but Dai He Yiming pinched it a little hard, and he became honest from then on.

Now, even in he family villa, except he Yiming, no one else can ride alone.

His eyes turned to the people who were crying together. Although these horse thieves cried out in pain, they were already frightened and pleaded one by one.

They all know that this is their only chance to live, so they spare no effort one by one.

He Yiming's face was changeable. Although there were few people on the official road, there were more or less people coming and going. But as soon as these people saw the situation here, their faces suddenly changed. They left quickly, and no one dared to stay for a moment.

Finally, he Yiming sighed softly, but he still didn't start.

Turning around, he rode on the red damask horse and gently slapped it twice. The BMW immediately turned into a red shadow and disappeared at the end of the official road.

It was not long before he caught up with them.

He Quanxin obviously slowed down deliberately, so he could catch up so quickly.

They didn't ask how he Yiming dealt with these horse thieves. Perhaps what he Quanxin needs is not the result, but just a process of thinking.

After the group gathered together, their speed was immediately raised, as if the little episode of the horse thief had not happened, and they hurried towards Jinlin.