"Don't worry, even if there are a hundred of us, we will fight one by one. After the fight, if you win, go and fight your soy sauce." The strong man with the purple face looked at Nangong Haotian and said proudly and solemnly;
The soy sauce shop is not far from the entrance of the village, just turn left and you’ll be there!”
Hearing this, Nangong Haotian couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Of course, I'll fight them one by one. When I hit the seventh one, I will die of exhaustion even if I don't get beaten to death."
As soon as he said this, the people watching the excitement on the shore started to buzz and murmur.
The four flowers turned around and looked up, looking surprised.
Because, in just a few words, the number of people on the embankment had increased from a few dozen to nearly two hundred.
The four flowerheads were not afraid of being watched, but they were afraid that people would spread the word that they had hired help from the Beggar Clan. It would be very embarrassing for seven people to deal with a young man who was not yet twenty years old.
The strong man with a black face and copper bell eyes looked around, his expression also changed, his big copper bell eyes rolled around, and he suddenly asked angrily: "Are you scared?"
Nangong Haotian smiled and said: "I was afraid and ran away halfway. Why come here?"
At this time, the middle-aged Confucian scholar waved the delicate folding fan in his hand to signal the two powerful men to stop talking. He looked at Nangong Haotian and said calmly: "Little brother, I only want to ask you one question...
"
When Nangong Haotian heard that the middle-aged Confucian scholar called himself an old man, he couldn't help but frowned and replied: "May I ask if you have anything to say."
"Boy, at such a young age, how dare you confront a martial arts senior..." Just as Nangong Haotian finished speaking, the strong man with a purple face suddenly said angrily.
But as soon as the words were spoken, the middle-aged Confucian scholar had already waved his hand to stop the strong man with a purple face.
Nangong Haotian felt that the middle-aged Confucian scholar might have a great origin, and he also wanted to know the details of the other party. After thinking about it, he asked in a deep voice: "Instead, ask for the name of the senior!"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled indifferently and said: "We don't need to tell each other our names. We will know who it is in the future!"
Having said this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar paused, his expression changed, and he lowered his voice and asked: "Little brother, regarding the cause of death of the old hero Du..."
Although Nangong Haotian had expected it beforehand, he still couldn't help but feel shocked when he heard it.
Smiling slightly, Nangong Haotian remained calm and composed: "I don't know, kid..."
When the two powerful men heard this, they said angrily: "This kid has done something and dare not admit it."
"Hahaha... What do you want me to admit?" Nangong Haotian smiled casually and said in a deep voice: "Ask him how he died? You ask me, who should I ask?"
The two mighty and strong men stepped forward angrily, as if they were about to take action.
However, the middle-aged Confucian scholar calmly waved his hand to stop them.
The old beggar saw that Nangong Haotian didn't look like he was telling lies, confusion flashed in his eyes, and he asked in a low voice: "Then Miss Situ Meng..."
Nangong Haotian smiled coldly and said, "She was injured by my turning my palm."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar asked in a low voice with concern: "Then Du Mengsan..."
Nangong Haotian frowned and said without hesitation: "I was hit in the palm and vomited blood..."
As soon as the word "blood" was spoken, the strong man with a purple face said angrily: "I don't believe it, and I won't believe it even if I die."
Chang Lide, a middle-aged Confucian scholar and old beggar, lowered his voice and asked, "But he died of exhaustion due to vomiting blood?"
"Senior is joking. Although the boy has achieved some victories by relying on his strength, Senior Du, the powerful killing god, is also very impressive!" Nangong Haotian slightly cupped his hands and said: "When I left, he had stabilized his injuries and reminded me of some things.
Things you should pay attention to.”
The middle-aged Confucian scholar said solemnly: "But Miss Situ Meng insisted that you were the one who killed the old hero Du."
"She happened to faint at that time. When she woke up, old hero Du had already been killed, and I happened to hear the screams and turned back to check Senior Du's wounds..." Nangong Haotian also said in a deep voice.
road.
As soon as he finished speaking, the mighty man with the purple face said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, there is no such thing as a coincidence. We are here to see the truth. If you beat me within fifty moves, I believe you can do it."
The old man must be hurt, otherwise, we will repay the debt with blood, and today we will have you splashing blood on this place..."
"What a funny thing you said." Nangong Haotian heard this and smiled coldly, showing his white teeth, and said, "What if I get knocked down by your palm?"
The strong man with a purple face said angrily: "Just walk obediently, and you will never be allowed to walk in the world."
"No, your conditions are too harsh." Upon hearing this, Nangong Haotian smiled lightly, shook his head and said, "I still have my parents' blood feud to avenge, so I can't disappear from the world..."
As soon as the word "Lake" came out, the purple-faced man spoke powerfully but suddenly, interrupted his words, raised his eyebrows, drank loudly, flew forward, and said angrily: "I don't believe you can be so rampant.
Jianghu."
The two fists swung at the same time attacked Nangong Haotian's chest and front in two directions.
Nangong Haotian knew that he was alone, so it was not advisable to fight for a long time, and it was not advisable to hide his clumsiness and waste the power of Chaos, lest the opponent would use turns to attack and he would not be able to continue, just like the Demon Dragon Slayer King, who was consumed alive.
die.
After thinking about it, as soon as the opponent's punches were used, Nangong Haotian said loudly: "What a powerful force."
As soon as he said the word "good", Nangong Haotian slipped away. After finishing the word "dao", the purple-faced man screamed strangely and rushed several feet away.
While Nangong Haotian was speaking, the purple-faced man's right fist was firmly grasped by him. Nangong Haotian shook his left palm and flew several feet away amidst the howling sound of the purple-faced man.
go.
"Wow..." The figure of the purple-faced man was still in the air, but he had opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood, and fell to the ground with a "thud".
Gang Leader You was dumbfounded when he saw it.
There were already 300 people watching the excitement on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, and a thunderous cheer suddenly broke out.
When the mighty man with black face and copper bell eyes saw him, he shouted loudly, flew forward, swung his right palm violently, and struck Nangong Haotian in the back.
However, Nangong Haotian seemed to have two extra eyes on his back after he knocked away the strong purple-faced man with a palm.
Just when the opponent's right palm hit his ribs and shoulder, Nangong Haotian suddenly smiled. He turned around with a flash of lightning, and his left palm was like lightning, and slapped the black-faced strong man on the back with a "bang" sound.