Seeing the flying fists hitting Dian Wei, he also punched him out.
Click!
Long Gang let out a scream and his whole body collapsed.
It was Dian Wei who broke Long Gang's wrist with one punch, and his fist as big as a bowl did not stop.
A sound of bones breaking came from Long Gang's chest.
As a large mouthful of blood spurted out, he rolled his eyes and died immediately.
At this time, Jiayi and others also led their respective groups to attack Xiang Yong in Wangjiabao.
One block, two stabs, three cuts...
There are no fancy martial arts skills at all, they are all one-shot kills.
Wangjiapu's Xiangyong usually bullies and bullies the common people, but he has never seen such a desperate move, and he was stunned for a moment.
The little sheep that were running away just now have now turned into ferocious wolves.
Within a few breaths, half of the heroes fell down, hugging their arms and legs and wailing loudly.
"Hangcao, what's going on?"
Master Du, who was still shaking the folding fan in his hand, was also stunned.
The living king of hell, Long Gang, was the number one master in all areas of the country, but he was killed with one punch.
There were also these country warriors running around with their heads in their hands, and a few of them knelt on the ground, raising their weapons with both hands.
"Master, don't kill me, I surrender..."
Seeing blood splattering everywhere and corpses strewn on the ground, some timid villagers knelt down directly.
The common people, who are just ordinary people, have never seen such bloody and violent scenes.
Out of more than a hundred people, only about twenty people were still resisting in an instant, but they were annihilated in the blink of an eye.
"It's over, it's over!"
Master Du opened his mouth wide and murmured to himself, these people don't look like refugees, but they are warriors and devils in hell...
Whoosh!
Just as Master Du was about to run away, a long knife suddenly fell from the sky, and he felt a chill on his neck.
It was Jia San who had been paying attention to Master Du for a long time.
"Master, don't kill me, I'm just a nobody..."
Master Du was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy.
"Master Du, do you want to die or live?"
Jia San pressed down with his long knife, and a streak of blood seeped out from Master Du's neck.
This scene made the people of Wangjia Village dumbfounded. The refugees armed with poles and hoes actually killed hundreds of people from Xiangyong.
"Fancheng is going to change..."
The village chief of Wangjia Village is more knowledgeable than the villagers, and he murmurs to himself.
Of course, there are also some villagers who make sarcastic remarks. There are more than 500 village warriors in Wangjiapu, and these people are only one-third, so they are just waiting to be retaliated against.
"My eldest son, Wang Liuzi is about to die. Please take a look at him quickly."
Several people carried Wang Liuzi, who was covered in blood, and hurriedly came to Liu Qi.
This kid is a desperate man, he rushes the fastest, and with a desperate attitude, he knocked down three local warriors by himself.
He received a knife on his back and a stick on his chest, and he was about to die.
"Xiaodie, bring me my medicine box."
Listening to his subordinates talking about the bravery of this boy, Liu Qi ordered the little maid.
"This man is about to die, can he be saved?"
A villager in Wangjia Village muttered when he saw Liu Qi cutting open Wang Liuzi's clothes with scissors, pricking his acupuncture points with gold needles, and applying herbs.
Not to mention such a big wound, even a broken finger or something like that might not survive.
There are doctors only in the city among the eight villages within ten miles of Fancheng, and each visit costs one and a half taels of silver. Therefore, people in these eight villages and ten miles away just resign themselves to fate when they get sick.
Everyone saw that Liu Qi's hands were like butterflies piercing flowers, and the golden needles in his hands kept pricking down. After a stick of incense, Wang Liuzi's closed eyes suddenly opened slowly, and there was a trace of blood on his face.
"Zhoucao, this is a miracle, a miracle doctor..."
The villagers in Wangjia Village murmured to themselves, "Today is really an eye-opener. He can save the dead, but he is a miracle doctor."
The villagers of Wangjia Village were completely shocked as they saw everyone being saved regardless of how injured they were.
"Father, this young master's medical skills look very good."
Huang Xu said while covering his chest, and there was silence for a long time outside Huang Zhong Station.
The people the eldest son Liu Qi saved were all wounded by swords and bullets on the battlefield, but Xuer's illness was not that simple.
But I also had a change in my heart, what if the eldest son could cure his son's disease.
I kicked him away rudely at first, without giving him any face.
At this moment Jia San walked over. Despite his thin figure, he frightened the people in Wangjiacun.
This person seemed harmless to humans and animals, but the long knife was very sharp. At least five villagers died under the sword.
"Master Jun, I wonder what your instructions are?"
Village chief Wang Dashan said tremblingly, and all the villagers were so frightened that they backed away.
"Don't be afraid, fellow citizens, I am here to deliver a message on behalf of my eldest son."
"My eldest son has a kind heart and a benevolent heart as a doctor, and his medical skills are at the pinnacle..."
As expected of Jia San, he calmed down the panic of the people in Wangjia Village with just a few words.
It turns out that the eldest son wants to treat us with free medical treatment for various difficult and complicated diseases, but there are only three places a day.
The people in Wangjia Village said with joy that the medical skills were excellent and it was free.
"Master Jun, is it really free?"
A villager asked in the crowd with some doubts, and the others were also dubious.
At this time, Jia San clasped his hands towards the east and said solemnly: "My eldest son is Liu Qi, a clan member of the Han Dynasty, whose courtesy name is Boyu. How can he go back on his word?"
The cheering people quickly saluted Liu Qi in the distance.
Although people in Xiaoshan Village don't know who Liu Qi is, no one dares to pretend to be a Han clan member.
As soon as this sign was displayed, no one dared to question what Jia San just said.
"Master Jun, I signed up for my father. His cold legs are so painful that he can't even get out of bed..."
"Master Jun, I signed up for my mother, she can't see anything..."
In the blink of an eye, more than ten villagers signed up, and three people a day filled the queue for five days.
Huang Zhong did not expect that the villagers would act so quickly. When he was hesitating whether to sign up his son Huang Xu, he was delayed several steps later.
"I regestrated."
"It's too late, please sign up again in five days."
Huang Zhong really wanted to slap himself. Which was more important, Xu'er's life or his face?
Liu Qi naturally saw all this from a distance and smiled slightly in his heart.
"Okay, my eldest son has something to do today. The first person to sign up in three days will come first."
After Jia San finished speaking, he took out pieces of bamboo slips, carved symbols on them and sent them out.
"Brother Boyu, you, the bodyguard, have a lot of talk."
The genius Guo Jia naturally heard the kind words of those doctors just now, and they were so beautiful.
If this guard wasn't too old, Guo Jia would have wanted to accept him as his disciple.
The most important thing for a counselor is to have two mouths. Otherwise, Zhuge Liang later cursed Wang Lang to death, and Cao Cao relied on one mouth to persuade Guan Yu to let him go.
It can be seen that the first thing a counselor must practice is the art of speaking, such as spitting lotus flowers, speaking out and writing, and being able to tell the dead that they are alive is the highest state that everyone pursues.