"So you're also for women."

The owner of Peach Blossom looked at Chen Leng, and the eyes under the mask looked carefully at Chen Leng's eyes, as if they wanted to find something in common.

At this moment, the strong man, who was two meters tall, walked to Chen Leng with a mace, and looked down at Chen Leng's urn and said in a muffled voice: "I don't care what women and men you are talking about, I heard you say you are worth 30,000 taels of silver."

Chen Leng raised his head and looked at the strong man, thinking that this guy was taller and stronger than Wang Kuohai.

"Will there be 30,000 taels if you kill him?"

The strong man asked the owner of the peach blossom.

The owner of Taohua nodded: "He is not worth it, but I will give you 30,000 taels."

So the strong man smiled grimly and smashed his head with a stick, without any warning.

Chen Leng held the black thread knife up, and with a sound, a mace hit the black thread knife and sparked a flash of Mars. Chen Leng's arms became sore and his wrists hurt.

The strong man thought that a stick could kill Chen Leng, but Chen Leng actually held it. He felt a little unhappy, "I hit you, why don't you die?" So the second stick swept across.

Chen Leng raised the black line knife, pressed the blade outward and pressed the left hand on the back of the knife. The mace hit the black line knife heavily. Chen Leng's feet slid out on the ground. The sound of the soles of the shoe rubbing against the ground could be so harsh. Chen Leng slid back at least three meters before stopping, so he got angry.

Because the shoes were made by Cha Ye, they slipped out three meters, how could the mandarin ducks on the soles of the shoes bear it?

The mace fell for the third time, and Chen Leng flashed to the side. The iron rod fell to the ground and smashed the stone slabs on the ground. Chen Leng swept out with a knife and went straight to the strong man's throat. The strong man's left arm raised and blocked the knife, and another spark of sparks flashed... There was an iron plate tied to his left forearm. It looked thick and thought it was a relatively large wrist guard. The sound of the black-line knife slashing on it made people's ears itchy and numb.

The strong man took a step back by this knife and suddenly became annoyed. In his opinion, Chen Leng was so weak that he forced himself to take a step back. He pressed his left hand down to Chen Leng's head, and the mace in his right hand swept straight to the side. If he was held down and swept by the mace, Chen Leng's head might be blown away dozens of meters away.

The moment he pressed his left hand down, Chen Leng's left hand also stretched out to hold a finger of the strong man, just like a child leading an adult's finger. But Chen Leng is not a child. After grabbing it, he clinged up and pulled it down. The swept mace hit hard on the strong man's own arm. This attack was so cruel that it made people dare not look directly at it. The mace broke his left arm and swept it through the joints of the elbow. Half of the arm was connected to his shoulders, and half of the arm was grabbed in Shen Leng's hand.

The cold black-line knife sprinkled two half-moon-shaped knife marks, one knife was on the left knee and the other on the right knee. The strong man knelt down with a wail, and his heavy body fell to the ground like a mountain collapsed.

Chen Leng raised his foot and kicked his legs as soon as the strong man knelt down, and his body turned and rose and fell on the strong man's shoulders. Just as the strong man stretched out his left hand to hold Chen Leng's head, Chen Leng also stretched out his left hand and pressed his head. The black-line knife in his right hand grabbed the knife high with his backhand. The tip of the knife stabbed in from the right temple and stabbed it out from the left temple. Chen Leng turned over and fell from his shoulder, reached out to grab the handle and pulled it out, and blood sprayed out from the wound of the temple like an arrow, and there was also a sticky white thing.

"It's about six."

Chen Leng stepped forward, and the strong man's body pounced on him.

Lin Luoyu looked at Chen Leng's killing with interest, thinking that these things were not military sword techniques, and the movement of jumping onto the strong man's shoulder was a light body technique commonly used by women, but he felt extremely masculine when he used them. He was curious that this guy didn't know where he learned these moves.

Chen Leng naturally learned from Cha Ye. Cha Ye has jumped on his shoulders like this many times and covered his eyes.

Something flashed in the eyes of the Peach Blossom Master: "It seems that you are really valuable."

With the sound of opening the door, the doors of the four single-family wooden houses in the garden were all opened. Standing at the door of the four-character door was an old man smoking a dry tobacco, or because he was too old and hunched, he was afraid that he would just be on the knees of the strong man, but there was a large round thing behind his back. He could not tell what it was until he was close.

A young scholar came out of the three-font door. He was wearing a crescent white Confucian shirt, holding a book in his left hand, and a folding fan in his right hand, looking graceful. On the crescent white long gown, there was a very beautiful plum blossom embroidered on the left side of the heart. The white red plum blossom looked even more extraordinary. He seemed to look down on the old man very much, and his eyes were squinting and looked a bit arrogant.

A woman in a dark green dress appeared in the second-font room. She looked like Lin Luoyu, but she was much more enchanting than Lin Luoyu. The strong smell of dust on her body would make many men crazy. The blinking was charming, opening her lips was charming, and walking was also charming. She held an oil paper umbrella in her hand, which was also dark green. It seemed very suitable for the drizzle and had a bit of the charm of ink painting.

The door of the one-size room opened, and the woman in a dark green dress shook her head slightly to the other side, so the people inside did not come out.

"Who is first?"

The short old man asked with a smile.

The scholar glanced at him: "You lower your mind, you first."

The old man curled his lips: "When I was young..."

Before he could finish his words, the scholar stopped him in a cold voice: "What happened when you were young has nothing to do with now. If you can't do it, you can't do it. To mention bravery back then is to prove that you can't do it now."

The old man couldn't say anything later.

"Then I'll do it."

He was so short that it made people feel that he was squatting and walking. The huge round thing behind him had been dragged to the ground and made a very displeasing friction sound. It was probably this kind of sound that he quickly rubbed against the stone with a knife, but he was not walking quickly, and the friction sound became longer, which made people even more displeasing.

"Thirty thousand taels."

The old man walked and sighed: "I can really retire after taking this money. I have been muttering to retire since twenty years ago, but I was worried that I would not have enough money to spend, so I took it all. For a while, I really went to cultivate and found a place with beautiful mountains and rivers for a while. Then I realized that my love for money was fake. I just loved killing people. I couldn't stand it, so I had to kill everyone in the nearby village. I was really happy at that time."

He stopped three meters away from Shen Leng: "It's happy to kill people without paying money. Besides, if you kill someone like you, who can have 30,000 taels, you will definitely be happier to kill you."

When Chen Leng heard the sentence he killed a village man, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and the index finger of his right hand holding the knife gently tapped the handle of the knife.

The old man took the round thing off his back and saw that it was a shield. It was just strange. The shield looked very thick and uneven. The shield had about half a circle of edges and was very sharp. There were several things like knife hilts on the other half circle.

"The ghost scholar said I'm old."

The old man smiled and showed his yellow teeth.

"But I know the joy of killing more when I get old."

He suddenly swung his right hand forward, and the shield in his hand was rotating straight for Chen Leng. The speed was very fast. The old man raised a little under his feet and landed steadily on the shield. He stepped on the shield and flew towards Chen Leng. The two sunken places on the shield were used by him. Chen Leng wanted to avoid one side. The old man twisted his left foot, and several sharp spikes on the shield shot out to seal Chen Leng's route to one side, so Chen Leng could only take it hard, and then avoided the other side.

Chen Leng's black-line knife stood up to block the shield. With a sound, Chen Leng's feet slid backwards. The old man immediately squatted down and pulled out a short knife and a short sword from the shield with his hands. The short sword pierced Chen Leng's heart's mouth, and the short sword swept across Chen Leng's throat.

This is the strangest way of killing Chen Leng has ever seen. His black-line knife is blocking the shield. At the moment when the shield is about to fall, one sword and one sword arrives at the same time, and it is a fatal blow.

Chen Leng suddenly leaned back and kicked under the shield. The old man squatted on the shield before he could fall, but Chen Leng kicked it into the sky. Chen Leng threw the black line knife out and straight upwards. The black line knife poked on the shield with a bang, and actually penetrated the seemingly thick shield. The black line knife had more than 40 kilograms of black iron. Coupled with Chen Leng's violent throwing power, it became natural to penetrate the shield.

The old man is very short and the knife is very long.

Probably, anal-door to chest cavity.

The black line knife stabbed in from under the shield, and then stabbed in from the old man's crotch. The knife went straight into his stomach, the handle of the knife stuck under the shield, and the tip of the knife stopped in the old man's chest.

With a bang, the shield landed and rolled out, because the black thread knife was stuck in the old man, and he was fixed there and rolled with the shield, and his internal organs were twisted by the black thread knife.

The shield rolled for several rounds before stopping. The old man's face was pale and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, as if he was scolding him for a very ugly word.

He killed many people in this way, and some people who were stronger than him were also defeated by his strange attack method. Many experienced gangsters were trapped in his hands. He really didn't take this young man with a beard with a long beard, so he was defeated.

Chen Leng didn't plan to stop like this. He still remembered what the old man said just now... He had nothing to do, so he killed a village.

He walked over and pulled out the black thread knife, so the old man fell to the ground. It seemed that the knife was pulled out of his body and felt relieved. He lay there and looked at Chen Leng, thinking that it was right that the killer would be killed in the end.

Chen Leng squatted down and asked, "How many people are there in that village?"

The old man was stunned. He was still sober, but he was confused by the cold question: "What village?"

"How many people were there in the village you killed when you retired?"

"Who remembers those? It's not important."

The old man thought for a while: "There are always hundreds of people."

"good."

Chen Leng fell down and cut off his right arm, and then began to keep dropping his knife, one knife after another, until one hundred swords, no more or less.

If you chop a person up by a hundred knives, the scene will look bloody and cruel.

Chen Leng's body was already full of blood. After chopping it up, his body was bleeding. The black thread knife pointed at the scholar wearing a moon-white long gown: "Is it your next one?"
Chapter completed!