()Hand grenades exploded one after another in the group of soldiers who were watching Wang Xiaobo's fooling around. These Nanman soldiers had just withdrawn their bullets very arrogantly, but now they were on guard and fled here and there as if a hornet's nest had exploded.
"Is there an ambush?" the big man screamed, staring at Wang Xiaobo. But Wang Xiaobo ignored him, his hands flew up, and a large number of two-inch nails scattered around.
Ta-ta-ta-submachine guns were fired at the Nanman soldiers from all directions, with the explosive sound of bowstrings, and amid the screams of ah-ah-all, lives were scrambling to report to God.
"You're really setting a trap for us." The big man roared and rushed towards Wang Xiaobo. He thought, it would be okay to catch one of them, and he would be protected.
Wang Xiaobo still stood there so comfortably, ignoring the big man who rushed over. The two-inch nails kept flying out of his hand, and then screams continued to sound from the crowd.
With one punch, the huge fist struck hard, and the strong wind that tore the air hit Wang Xiaobo's face first. He frowned, suddenly jumped up, and kicked the fist that was flying towards him.
There was a click, the toes and fists collided, and the big man's fist, which was as big as a football, was kicked back violently, and the man fell back five or six meters.
The big man now understood that the opponent was not a sick cat at all, but a fierce tiger. A tiger that could compete with him, and his heart suddenly became restless.
At this time, there were only a few of those southern barbarian soldiers left. Without weapons, how could they survive under the overwhelming blow of these masters of the Snow Wolf Army?
Flying cats, little snakes, red pandas and Yaonv were surrounding them from all sides. The guns of the first three were now firing casually as if they were shooting at targets, while Yaonu's bow and arrows refused to lag behind, and their arrows penetrated the Southern Barbarian soldiers.
throat, the air was filled with the smell of blood.
The big man's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. This time he brought twenty-three special forces to cooperate with the Red Se tour. Unexpectedly, the Red Se tour was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was killed by these five inconspicuous people at his doorstep.
. He is also one of the top masters in the Nanman army. He usually has his eyes higher than his head and no one looks down on him. Therefore, when he saw Wang Xiaobo's thin figure, he didn't pay attention at all.
Seeing that the situation was over, he also turned rogue: "Hey! Boy, if you are a hero, how about we fight one on one?"
Before Wang Xiaobo could reply, an old voice spoke from behind: "Ah! A sixth-level warrior is very powerful, ha-ha-"
Wang Xiaobo turned his head and said in surprise: "Grandpa, you are back."
Gao Jingtang nodded slightly, winked at him, and said teasingly: "Boy, now you've had enough. Level 6 is amazing."
Wang Xiaobo then looked at the other party seriously: "Master Bao, right? Didn't you just say three punches? Then, I'll knock you out within three punches, otherwise we'll each go half way towards the sky, okay?"
When Master Bao heard this, he thought to himself, "Is there anyone crazier than me? Knock me down with three punches?" This is simply a fantasy.
He said no more, took a deep breath, and looked at Wang Xiaobo with bright eyes.
Wang Xiaobo walked forward calmly and calmly, stopped two meters away from him, smiled and said: "Look, this is the first punch." With that, he waved his fist lightly.
Master Bao looked at the small fist and shook his head. This is also called martial arts. He was just kidding. Then he waved the huge fist out casually.
As soon as he swung out his fist, he felt something was wrong, and a powerful force hit him head on. The fist that had already gone out seemed to fall into nothingness, with no landing point at all. Only the strong wind coming towards him was overwhelming.
The ground rushed to his chest.
With a sound of "Bang!", the wind and thunder palm hit Master Bao firmly on the chest.
"Thum, thump, thump..." Master Bao took more than ten steps back, spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and his eyes were full of incredible surprise.
Wang Xiaobo was also surprised. He felt as if something was protecting the other person's chest. Could it be that he was wearing armor underneath?
He shook his head: "Okay, it's level six after all, so let's try this second punch."
Master Bao already knew how powerful the opponent was, and he would still be beaten passively, so he started to swim away. He wanted to leave immediately after receiving these three punches.
Wang Xiaobo still punched lightly, but changed his move midway and swept across, hitting the opponent like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
Seeing that the opponent was still using the same move as before, Master Bao became on guard. He took a step forward, trying to avoid the move that he had suffered from just now. Unexpectedly, the opponent actually changed his move midway. It was already too late to dodge any more.
Cross it and protect it on your chest.
But this time the strong wind that was coming changed its direction and went three ways down.
Master Bao immediately felt something was wrong, and when he tried to change his moves to protect his lower body, he was already too late.
There was a click, and Master Bao felt a pain in his lower body, and the femurs of both legs were broken. His huge body could no longer stand still, and he knelt down helplessly.
Wang Xiaobo walked up to Master Bao with a smile: "Do you want to punch this third punch?"
Master Bao smiled bitterly and said, "My skills are not as good as those of others. No need. Please give me a treat." After all, this man is a martial arts practitioner, so he is not a hero at all.
Gao Jingtang also walked up to Master Bao at this time and asked: "The martial arts you learned in Southern Shaolin? It's a pity that the basics are too poor, especially the lower body kung fu. It's too weak, too weak."
Master Bao looked at Gao Jingtang in surprise and exclaimed: "Master! I studied in Southern Shaolin for two years, but it's a pity that I didn't continue studying."
Wang Xiaobo looked at him condescendingly: "Are you wearing armor?"
Master Bao subconsciously protected his chest: "No - no!"
At this time, Feimao had also walked up to Master Bao, and without saying a word tore off his shirt. There was a metal plaque hanging on his chest, twenty centimeters square, shining with dazzling light.
When Wang Xiaobo saw it, it seemed like he had seen it before, so he pulled it off.
"Where did you get this from?" Wang Xiaobo asked in shock when he saw the metal plate.
"You also know this card?" Master Bao asked doubtfully.
Wang Xiaobo was noncommittal and stared at him seriously: "Tell me! Where did this card come from? If you tell me honestly, I will let you live."
Master Bao hesitated for a moment and said helplessly: "It belongs to my master."
"Your master? Who is your master?" Wang Xiaobo continued to ask.
Master Bao looked at Wang Xiaobo's sharp eyes and said hesitantly: "Master Heju from Southern Shaolin."
Wang Xiaobo frowned and said with some disbelief: "Master He Ju can give you this thing? It must have been stolen from him?"
Master Bao lowered his head and remained silent. Occasionally, he reluctantly raised his head and asked, "Do you know this thing? Is it a martial arts secret book?"
Wang Xiaobo suddenly realized that this kid had used this card as a martial arts secret book and had stolen it from Master Heju of Southern Shaolin. This kid must have been studying for a long time and couldn't figure out anything. He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed:
"It's just a map, where are the martial arts secrets?"
Master Bao's face dimmed, and he suddenly said excitedly: "Treasure?"
"How big is Bao?" Wang Xiaobo said, and struck him on the head and neck with his palm, causing Master Bao to faint.
Gao Jingtang came over and tapped him a few times and said, "It won't take more than three hours to wake up. Let's leave as soon as possible."
Wang Xiaobo nodded: "Collect the grenades on them. We will go out to make some noise to make them dizzy."
"Okay! These ungrateful Nanman brats, let them appreciate my Grandpa Fei's prowess today." Feimao got excited and happily collected grenades from the dead Nanman soldiers.
Yaonv also happily took Gao Jingtang's hand and said, "Grandpa, I killed six Nanman soldiers today. They still want to beat me, but there's no way."
Wang Xiaobo smiled, took out a semiconductor from his bag and handed it to Yaonv: "You performed very well today. This is your reward, a little talking box."
After he turned on the semiconductor, there was a burst of chatter. After adjusting the channel, a burst of singing came out. Since it was near the national border, domestic shortwave was easily received.
Yaonv looked at the small box in Wang Xiaobo's hand in surprise. Occasionally, she snatched it away and looked at the semiconductor in her hand with admiration: "It's really amazing that she can really sing."
