Moreover, the whole person was punched by Boss Ye and fell onto Dao Ba who was trying to get up. Dao Ba was swinging his knife to chop Ye Fan when he noticed a figure moving around in front of him. Knowing that it was Feng Shun, this guy immediately wanted to put away the knife. , However, Boss Ye’s punch was too strong.
The sword tyrant failed to stop his hand in time, and the thick, sharp and thick-backed saber struck Feng Shun in the chest as he rushed forward.
There was a click.
There was a hole in his back, and Feng Shun, who was still bleeding, was stabbed in the chest by Dao Ba. He was immediately disemboweled, and his intestines were dripping with water and blood all over the floor.
Dao Ba was stunned for a second, because Feng Shun's eyes protruded like goldfish before he died. He was full of unwilling anger. He couldn't believe that he actually died in the hands of the 'boss'.
"ah!"
When the sword tyrant let out the most terrifying screams and sounds of grief and anger, his body suddenly turned around. The saber danced in a circle.
The sword tyrant tried his best, and lunged forward fiercely. The ring of sabers formed around his body, like a rotating meat grinder, and chopped towards Mr. Ye's body.
Boss Ye calmly looked at the weird sword circle and thought, looking at the intensity of the wind brought by this sword circle, the sword tyrant should have the eighth level of open source skills. It is similar to Lang Potian, but it is a pity that you met If you fuck me, you deserve your misfortune.
At this moment, there was a bang.
Ye Fan noticed from the corner of his eye that a bearded guy was kicked against the cave wall by Lan Cunjun.
Then, Comrade Xiao Lan took a step forward and kicked the guy hard on the head with another kick at a very fast speed. The sound was actually the sound of blood spurting out when the head split open.
"Yeah!" Seeing Ye Fan in a daze, Dao Ba's knife circle was also approaching him.
However, Boss Ye snorted coldly. He turned and pulled away again, and swayed to the outside. The sword tyrant was indeed fooled, and adjusted the ring of the knife to rotate outside and chop it. However, it was just Boss Ye's feint. This The guy arrived on the right side early, and hit an iron rod hard on the knife circle that the sword tyrant spun out.
Bang, bang, bang...
A very harsh and strange sound that can make people's hair stand on end came.
The sword tyrant had already hit the wall of the cave more than ten meters away. His body was covered in blood, and his nose and ears were bleeding.
All that was left in his hand was a knife handle covered with genuine leather, and the top section was shattered into broken pieces of steel as big as a finger.
In the face of strength, all tricks are vain. Use the knife ring of the sword tyrant on a comrade of the same level or a lower level than him, and of course it will be like a meat grinder and it can immediately cut your flesh into pieces. . Like in Ye Fan’s hands, it’s just useless.
"My knife!" Dao Ba shouted hoarsely, but his mouth immediately started to bleed. Dao Ba smacked his lips in pain, pointed at Ye Fan and asked: "Who are you? You can't be Huang Qi, he You have no ability!"
"I don't understand, do you speak Chinese?" Ye Fan glanced at him, shook his head, and tried to speak. Unexpectedly, Dao Ba could speak Chinese, so he actually repeated it. Like some gangsters on the border near Donggong Most of them know some Chinese. Because they need to be proficient in Chinese to do their business. And in Vietnam, there are quite a lot of Chinese who speak Chinese.
Be on the sidelines!
The last harsh sound came, which meant that the last guy was also wrapped in red rose ribbons and flew against the cave wall. Of course, his head was blown and his whole body fell apart and he went to the "Western Heaven to obtain scriptures".
"Did I say I am Huang Qi?" Ye Fan glanced at Dao Ba and said lightly.
"Where did you come from?" Dao Ba twitched his lips and asked bitterly.
"Haha, do you want to get to the bottom of it? Now, I am asking you, you don't need to ask me. Well, I like eating bear cap mushrooms, so you can just take us to get them. As for your men and you, I
Not interested, do you understand?" Ye Fan snorted coldly.
"So what you want is the Bear Cap Mushroom, and I don't have any anymore." Dao Ba shook his head.
"Haha, okay, if you are gone, you will be gone too. I will count to 10. If you don't reply, this Wantong Cave will be the grave of you all. Do you understand the grave?" After Ye Fan finished speaking, he began to count.
Counted.
1…2…3…4…
"Can you promise not to spare our lives?" Dao Ba was struggling in his heart.
"You have no choice but to do as I say." Boss Ye said forcefully.
"Okay, I'll take you there." Dao Ba lowered his head, and Lan Cunjun went over. A rope tied this guy up tightly, like a dumpling. In fact, it's a bit redundant. Dao Ba is almost there, so it should be
It doesn't have much fighting power anymore.
Following Dao Ba, I turned more than a dozen turns and entered more than a dozen branch holes. The front suddenly opened up, and the light was dazzling. It felt like this because it was moving from darkness to light. It turned out to be a canyon inside.
A hut was built, and outside the house there was a group of bears with shiny black fur, which the Vietnamese call "Black Blind Man", playing. These bears were no different from ordinary bears, except for a tuft of white hair at the tip of their noses.
He is quite big, even taller than Ye Fan when he stands up. The bear's paws are as wide as a small basin when stretched out. If you give these guys a bear paw, it's probably about the same.
"Is there anyone else inside?" Ye Fan asked.
"I hired an old man to manage these bear hats. The old man is good at raising bears, and those cruel 'black blind men' all obey his orders.
Usually, he collects these bear dung and piles them together. As long as there is one seed of the bear cap mushroom, it will develop.
It's over there." Dao Ba pointed at a pile of black-eyed things fifty or sixty meters away from the side of the hut, and said, "The bear cap mushroom is in that pile of bear dung. The big ones are taken away every year, and the remaining ones are left.
The little ones will grow back a year later. I haven't taken them for two years, and I wanted to test whether the bear cap mushroom would grow bigger. So, I held back."
After Ye Fan and others approached, at this moment, a man slowly stood up from the dung pile. This man's whole face was wrinkled like old pine bark, and one eye seemed to be blind. He was wearing a suit and was washed white.
He was wearing light blue clothes and pants. He was holding a small rake as big as a palm in his hand and was raking bear dung in the dung pile. It was like raking rice in a farmer's house.
Ye Fan discovered that there were some small shiny particles in the bear excrement, which were similar to shiny fine sand. He wondered if these shiny fine sand-like things were nutritious, so he could cultivate these bear caps with particularly high nutritional value.
Come on.
"Gomba, dig up the bear cap mushroom and give it to them." Dao Ba preached to the old guy in Vietnamese.
"Are they your friends?" Gomba looked at Ye Fan and the other three and asked.
"This..." Dao Ba frowned in pain and did not dare to speak.
"Tell them to dig it themselves." The old man Gomba snorted coldly and threw the rake in his hand towards Ye Fan and others.
"Old guy, you have a bad temper!" Lan Cunjun was a little angry. He took a few big steps over and slapped the old man with his hand.
"Bar!"
A strange sound came, and in an instant, Ye Fan felt that he had just blinked. He found that Comrade Lan Cunjun had been kicked by the old man and fell from the air into a pile of bear dung.
Suddenly, the bear dung splashed up to a height of five or six meters, and the strange smell of dung made Mr. Ye frown. But Red Rose was a woman after all, so she immediately took out a handkerchief and covered her nose.
The smell is not terrible, the key is that this old man is too powerful.
"I didn't expect that you are still a master." Ye Fan coldly snorted at the old man. He could kick Lan Cunjun into the dunghill. Xiao Lanzi has seven levels of skills. Then this old guy has at least eight levels of skills. Maybe.
, or a hidden master.
Boss Ye secretly became vigilant.
"I'm just an old guy who rakes manure. Young people, you have to be merciful and merciful. You can take away 10 bear cap mushrooms, but you can't take more. Also, let Dao Ba and his gang go free," the old man said.
Chinese language actually spewed out from it.
"10, too few." Ye Fan shook his head, and the boss Lan Cunjun finally climbed out of the smelly dung pile.
This guy didn't even bother to wipe the bear dung on his face. He was so angry that he raised his fists and tried to fight, but he was caught by Boss Ye.
When Hong Rose saw it, she quickly took a step back, because Comrade Xiao Lan was really smelly. Even Boss Ye had the urge to cover his nose immediately. He just didn't do it like this out of consideration for Comrade Xiao Lan's face.
"Red Rose, bring him some water to wash him down. There should be some in the hut," Ye Fan said.
"Just go inside and wash yourself." Hong Rose frowned and said.
"Ten is too few, that's okay. There are quite a few in this dung heap. We haven't picked them in two years. Young man, as long as you have the ability, you can take them all." The old man was obviously a little angry, but his tone was still the same.
Said very calmly.
"Then I'm not welcome." When Ye Fan saw Lan Cunjun come out after washing himself, he took a big step, raised his fist and greeted the old man.
This punch was a test and only used 30% of the strength.
"That's it!" The old man frowned, obviously very disappointed, and he also punched him.
There was a muffled sound.
Boss Ye felt a burning numbness, pain and soreness in his fist, as if the joints were broken.
Boss Ye stared at the old man in shock and said, "I didn't expect that you are a master. You must be very famous in Vietnam, right?"
"Haha, what do you need those false names for? You China has five poles and six gods. Some of these people are not very respectable. Carrying false names for a lifetime is tiring! How can I raise mushrooms and grass like an old man?
Okay. You can swim freely in the vast sea and sky." The old man said calmly.
"Senior, have you been to China?" Ye Fan glanced at the old guy and asked.
"When I have free time, I like to wander around. Don't talk about China. I like to wander around the world." The old man said calmly.
"More kicks!" Mr. Ye said suddenly, and kicked him in the air. This time he used 80% of his strength, and the momentum was very different. As soon as his feet flew up, all the dung in the dung pile next to him was gone.
The air wave caused by this kick was so strong that it flew up again. It seemed that the hut was trembling and about to explode.
The old man was slightly startled. Immediately, a strange surprise flashed across his face. It was as if a fly suddenly saw a lot of stuff.