Chapter 11 The magic weapon is a farm tool, I am proud of it (2)
"Look at the beating!" Seeing him stop, Chu Zuo immediately used all his strength to hit the former on the shoulder with a stick.
The expected screams did not come.
"Click——"
Only this wooden stick made a crisp sound, and then broke into two pieces.
"This...how is this possible?" Chu Zuo looked at the wooden stick with a thick wrist in his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Jiang Tang turned around and twisted his shoulders.
It seems that the Golden Body Technique is still useful.
"Don't bully others too much." With confidence, Jiang Tang's dissipated anger surged up again. He slowly narrowed his eyes, and his voice unconsciously became cooler.
"I'll beat you, what can you do? Come on!" Chu Zuo sneered, waved his hand, and several disciples behind him immediately swarmed forward.
"I told you, don't bully others too much!" Rabbits will bite when they are anxious.
Jiang Tang took a deep breath, and after smelling an indescribable stench, he frowned, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He took out a shovel with his backhand and slapped the disciple who came first.
"Ah!"
A scream suddenly sounded out and spread across the sky.
The disciple was so slapped that his head was shaken. He staggered for a while, then his body went limp and he fell to the ground and fainted.
Just for a moment?
In just one move, he knocked out a disciple with the same cultivation level as him?
Jiang Tang held up the shovel and patted the disciples next to him.
They quickly dodged, but the shovel seemed to have eyes, and it landed on their butts every time.
There were several more horrific screams.
"Go back and apply the medicine properly." Jiang Tang felt funny as he looked at the disciples who were lying on the ground, touching their buttocks and crying in pain.
You deserve it.
"You brat, who are you trying to fool with a shovel?" Chu Zuo stood in the middle and asked through gritted teeth.
"Aren't you allowed to use a shovel? Then change it to another one." Jiang Tang snorted, put away the shovel, and held out a rake with soil in it.
Chu Zuo: "..." Who the hell are you looking down on?
He directly took out his long sword and slashed at Jiang Tang.
Jiang Tang is already planning to break the jar.
The worst thing is to get hurt.
So he fought with all his strength against Chu Zuo.
Chu Zuo slapped and slapped and found that his precious long sword actually cracked a crack.
After beating him, he discovered that he had only a shallow scratch when he hit someone with a sword, while he himself was beaten with a rake until his clothes were ragged and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
Chu Zuo felt that the script was wrong.
Shouldn't he beat Jiang Tang?
"Hey, senior brother, don't be distracted when fighting."
When this sentence came out, Chu Zuo suddenly came back to his senses and felt a chill running down his body.
It turned out that Jiang Tang raked over and broke his belt, and his trousers, including his trousers, were raked down... and were pulled down with the rakes!
"Jiang Tang, you are shameless!"
"Senior brother... who can be more shameless?" Jiang Tang carried the rake and pointed at the group of servant disciples who fell on the ground and howled.
"You!" Chu Zuo was so angry that he choked on his words.
"Jiang Tang, let's wait and see!" He glared at the former, lifted up his loose pants, found a deserted place and left quickly.
Jiang Tang glanced at the wailing disciples on the ground, pursed his lips, took out a bottle of elixir and threw it to someone, then turned and left.
The man held the bottle, stood up slowly, and looked at Jiang Tang with complicated eyes: "Jiang Tang, what do you mean?"
Jiang Tang held the nail rake in both hands and stopped to look back.
"Fighting is a fight, and saving people is a rescue. They are two different things. Why do fellow disciples have to kill each other? Isn't unity good for the outside world? If you can trust me, you can take this elixir internally and you will be fine in less than a day."
"We were obviously going to beat you hard just now." The disciple was startled.
"I said, a fight is a fight." Jiang Tang rolled his eyes.
"You...your weapon...why is it a farm tool?" Another disciple stood up and looked at Jiang Tang with complicated eyes.
"I'm just a tiller, what kind of sword, gun, sword and stick do I need?" Jiang Tang laughed, put away the rake, and pointed to his clothes, "I'm going back to take a bath."
When the disciples who got up heard this, they touched the back of their heads and laughed rather embarrassedly.
Watching Jiang Tang go away, a handyman disciple quietly said: "Is he really the murderer of those two senior brothers?"
"I don't think so." Looking down at the pill poured into his hand, the disciple shook his head.
If he really kills them, Kung Fu will definitely beat them to death at this moment, instead of giving them a bottle of such precious one-turn elixir.
Moreover, this elixir is full of medicinal fragrance and has not been damaged - he has not mixed it with poison. The elixir mixed with other debris does not have such a pure medicinal fragrance.
Several people looked at each other, each covering their buttocks, and limped back.
Since then, they have never caused any trouble to Jiang Tang.
Of course, this does not include Chu Zuo.
Jiang Tang returned to the courtyard, quickly took off his clothes, and soaked directly into the cold water in the tank.
It’s not too cold either, the water is warm from the strong sun.
He washed off the sour water all over his body, collected some fragrant spiritual herbs from the spiritual field space, soaked them, and then narrowed his eyes comfortably.
Recalling the fight with Chu Zuo and the others just now, Jiang Tang intuitively felt that he was a bully.
What are you looking down on? Farm tools are also magic weapons, and they can also be used to beat those of you who hold weapons.
I am proud to have farm tools, and I am proud to use them to make utensils.
Tell them to cause trouble, they deserve it.
After soaking for an hour, Jiang Tang stood up wearing obscene pants and was about to go back to the house to harvest crops in space and then meditate.
As soon as he stepped out of the big vat and put the water in, he stood up and suddenly met a pair of watery eyes.
Jiang Tang: "..." Is it his imagination? There is actually a woman here?
"Ah! I'm sorry, Junior Brother Jiang, I didn't mean it!" The little girl screamed immediately and covered her face with her hands.
Just through the gap between his open hands, Jiang Tang could see the little girl's shining eyes.
Jiang Tang: "..." It's not a dream, it's alive.
He wrapped himself in a robe and bowed to the little girl: "Sister, I was rude just now."
Hearing Jiang Tang open his lips, the little girl came back to her senses from her eight-pack abs.
This kid looks lean and thin, with well-proportioned muscles - coupled with his sun-dried wheat-colored skin...
No, the little girl thinks she is going to have a nosebleed.
"It doesn't matter. Well, Junior Brother Jiang is free?" The little girl coughed and waved her hands.
"Well, I'm free at the moment." Jiang Tang didn't talk to girls much, so he felt a little embarrassed.
What's more, the girl in front of him looks a little younger than him, and her face is so tender that she can squeeze out a handful of water.
"That's great, Junior Brother Jiang, come with me quickly." The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and she waved to him as she walked out.
