Facing the dozen or so nursing homes who came in an aggressive manner, Mingxin was extremely crisp and clear-cut.
Amid the fearful eyes of the onlookers, he stepped forward.
Before the head of the nursing home could roar in a normal way: "Who is so bold?", a fist that was not big but very hard hit him head on.
"Boom!" There was a muffled sound, and the burly man in a dark black jacket with a sinewy face flew out just after opening his mouth and not even making a sound.
That punch seemed unpleasant, but it was miraculously faster than the big man's arm that stretched out to block, and hit him hard on the chest. The force was unexpectedly strong, and it directly knocked a big man weighing at least 150 kilograms two feet away. Three meters.
"Fuck you, you're looking for death!" A nurse standing on the side was also a member of the martial arts world. With a fierce look in his eyes, he picked up a wooden stick as thick as an egg in his hand and smashed it at Mingxin.
That stick carries at least tens of kilograms of force, and coupled with the hardness of the wood itself, if it hits it, no matter where it hits, it will definitely result in broken tendons and fractures.
Some timid people in the crowd couldn't help but close their eyes, unable to bear witnessing the tragic scene of Ming Xin being hit on the head with a wooden stick and bleeding.
The little Taoist priest Mingxin has a handsome appearance, a gentle face, and a tall and straight body. Even if he is the first to violently beat up the Black Heart King shopkeeper, it is difficult to leave a bad impression on others.
The mentality of judging people's likes and dislikes based on appearance has actually been throughout the entire civilization of mankind. Being handsome is a kind of capital in itself.
However, Mingxin is the kind of person who can rely on his face but chooses to rely on his fists to make a living, or his JIO.
The nursing home was more cruel than people imagined. The heavy wooden sticks were whistling towards Ming Xin's head with the sound of wind, as if they wanted to beat him to death with a stick.
But one leg was faster than the whistling wooden stick, and he kicked out a side whip, hitting the middle of the wooden stick.
Gu Yuan's eyes showed pride, even though Ming Xin's kick was so fast and awesome, it was all within his expectation.
From the moment Mingxin punched his boss, he knew that the little Taoist priest in front of him was a master, but he was not as confident in his seemingly sure-kill blow as he showed.
In fact, he wanted the little Taoist priest in front of him to block with his arms, so that he could maximize the benefits of this stick.
The wooden sticks they usually carry in the nursing home are all selected jujube wood. They are soaked in tung oil for half a month and then dried again, soaked and then dried again. This is repeated three times, which not only maintains the original hardness of the jujube wood but also increases its flexibility, and is used for beating. Those untouchables are the most suitable. A stick can break even the femur. A kick like Mingxin's and the sticks connect will only end up with the leg bones being smashed.
If the leg is broken, no matter how expert the little Taoist is, he can only let others make mistakes.
This nurse is definitely a well-known veteran. After fully estimating the opponent's strength, he is determined and strategic in his actions. Many big shots have actually fallen into the hands of such seemingly insignificant little people.
Just like a lion as powerful as the king of the grassland, if it is stung by a poisonous scorpion, it will be dead.
But what if Mingxin is so powerful that it exceeds the understanding of the nursing home?
The result is naturally different.
The legs and sticks connected together, making a crisp "click" sound.
What was broken was a jujube stick that had been soaked in a special way, not the leg.
Because the upper half of the jujube stick was thrown far away, but Mingxin's legs did not stop. After kicking the stick off, it chopped down like a battle axe. In the horrified eyes of the nurse, it was fierce
Kicked him on the shoulder.
The guardian flew more decisively and farther than his leader. His heavy body hit the counter, and a mixture of wooden groans and human groans sounded.
But this is not the end yet. Mingxin Xiaodao, who has a firm Taoist heart, adheres to the principle of eliminating evil and doing everything possible and continues to move forward...
Shopkeeper Wang, who had half his face dry and skinny and half his face rosy and plump, opened his mouth wide with two missing front teeth. He stared at the gentle and jade-like little Taoist priest, like an angry lion, rushing into the crowd of more than a dozen people.
In the nursing home, everything is in ruins.
No one can be his enemy. With one punch, one person will fly; with one kick, one person will also fly.
Even when the last nurse turned around and tried to escape, the little Taoist priest who wanted to beat a ghost to death picked up one of them with one hand and threw him as a weapon. The two of them became a rolling gourd in the backyard.
What a cruel little Taoist priest! Not to mention that Shopkeeper Wang was so scared that Xiaojiji shrank into his abdomen at that moment. He regretted so much that he cheated those poor guys today just to earn a few dollars in price difference. He just watched this from a distance.
Lu Zhongda also took a deep breath.
He originally had a high estimate of Mingxin Xiaodao's strength, but Mingxin was even stronger. He defeated a group of well-trained armed guards with his bare hands, not to mention the sword on his back.
It was unsheathed and didn't even move.
Of course, compared to boxing and kicking skills, Mingxin is not sloppy at all. Since he wants to fight, his attitude of not leaving anyone behind is more in line with Lu Zhongda's imagination of the special soldier. He is not an outsider who cultivates his moral character. He is a typical
Military style.
That's because Lu Zhongda doesn't understand Taoists. They can be compassionate, but they are extremely firm in their own beliefs. The Taoist gods of defense, Tianpeng Yuzhenshouyuanzhenjun, Tianyourenzhilingfuzhenjun, Yisheng
Baode Chuqing Zhenjun, Blessing Saint Zhenwuling Yingzhenjun, which one does not appear with a killing aura?
Once they identify you as a demon, killing demons, defending the Way, and restoring the world is just a matter of perfecting the Taoist mind.
This means that Mingxin only regards these guys as the little devils who cause trouble in the world, and they have not yet risen to the level of demons. Otherwise, the green-edged sword on his back would have been unsheathed long ago, and he would never be just fighting with fists and kicks now.
Just add.
To a certain extent, Ming Xin Xiaodao at this time is a stubborn defender of the Tao, defending what he thinks is the Tao, trying his best to save the people he thinks should be saved, punishing the evildoers he thinks, and getting rid of the monsters he thinks should be saved.
For this reason, I do not hesitate to take care of myself. There is no question of style or lack of style. It is almost pure.
What kind of killer would such a guy be if he got on the battlefield of hand-to-hand combat? The cliff was a catastrophe and a great fear for the Japanese army.
Regardless of whether his head is rolling or his intestines are pierced and his belly is rotten, the battlefield is filled with strange smells composed of blood, organs, feces and urine, etc. It is very likely that there is no psychological burden for this person.
The Japanese devils are all monsters, get rid of them!
"If there are any accomplices who are helping Zhou to commit evil, you can call out to the shopkeeper, and the trail will be cleaned up for the people here." After Mingxin smashed the last guard house away, he glanced at the grain stores around him that were hidden in nooks and crannies.
The boys turned their attention to Shopkeeper Wang, who was still standing there.
"Little Taoist, do you know who you have offended? Let me tell you, you are in for a big disaster? Do you know who is behind my boss?" Shopkeeper Wang, who had a fat and thin yin-yang face, was trembling, but his mouth was full of laughter.
Very hard.
"I don't care who is behind your boss? I only know that in such an extraordinary period, you are still doing this to bully the market and harm ordinary people. You are like monsters. If I didn't bump into it, it would be fine, but now that you have fallen into
In the eyes of the small road, the small road must take care of it." But Ming Xin's face was indifferent, and she sat directly on the bench in the lobby of the grain store that had been smashed into a mess. "Go! I'll let you call out the source of the trouble!"
Gosh, this is a tough guy! Not to mention the tough-talking shopkeeper Wang who was dumbfounded, even the onlookers were gasping for air.
He single-handedly wiped out the dozens of guards who were responsible for guarding this large grain store. Now it's time to replace him with a smarter one. Don't run away! Leave Xuzhou City before the military and police arrive.
, in such a chaotic time, who has time to really hunt down such a strong man!
Don't look at Shopkeeper Wang's tough talk just now. That's because although the Taoist priest was merciless and the nursing staff were lying on the floor, they were still moaning and groaning to show that their lives were safe. This meant that the Taoist priest had not done anything to kill him and was not a big thief.
With this as a guarantee, expressing your attitude like that is actually just to find a way for yourself. You can be beaten, but you can't lose this powerful momentum, otherwise you won't be able to think about being awesome in this area with inferior quality in the future.
It's coaxing.
It's a pity that the little Taoist priest is so single-minded, and he will have the momentum to defeat the Taoist priest with thousands of troops.
So hard!
Perhaps, only a few sensible people like Lu Zhongda know that the path to enlightenment is not that you don’t want to walk, but that you can’t walk.
If he leaves, Tang's Food Store will definitely put the blame on the pale-faced refugees outside the door. Their fate may not be as simple as starvation.
But what to do when the backend of this grain store comes? Can he withstand bullets with just his knife-throwing skills?
Looking from a distance at the two young men running out of the side door of the grain store and running towards the left side of the street, Lu Zhongda frowned deeply, thought for a moment, stamped his feet fiercely, turned around and left.
