Happy Little Scholar

"Cut?"

Lao Fang looked down, then looked at the scarred man, and said, "It's a bit too much..."

The scarred man suppressed his nausea, wiped his face with his sleeve, and said solemnly: "It should be their accomplices, catch them first!"

When he finished speaking, more than a dozen bandits had climbed up the short slope.

The young man next to Lao Fang tied his pants, turned to look at him and asked, "Brother Fang, do you want to do it?"

Lao Fang looked around and nodded: "Let's do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than ten bandits flew down the short slope.

While the scarred man was stunned, a black shadow came down from above and kicked him off his horse.

His face was tangled with pain, and he looked extremely ferocious. He gritted his teeth and said, "Hurry up!"

There was no need for him to give orders, the rest of the bandits had to go up.

Because the two men, one tall and one short, one strong and one thin, had already come down from the short slope and rushed towards these bandits on their own initiative.

Although the thin young man was small, he was really good at leg skills. The bald man and the others were kneeling on the ground and couldn't see him take action.

Also because the opponent didn't take any action at all, just the shadow of the legs that couldn't be seen clearly was already dizzying.

The bandits who approached him all fell to the ground with footprints all over their bodies.

As for the big man, several people glanced in a certain direction, with extremely shocked expressions on their faces even though he was tied up.

The big man had no weapons. He only had a pair of iron fists and his body. No matter how dense the swords and swords were in front of him, he could not touch him at all. It is hard to imagine that a person with such a huge body could have such a flexible body...

The bandits who came into contact with his fists all fell to the ground. Just now, he even used his body to knock three bandits away several feet away...

This is not a human, this is clearly a ferocious beast!

The skinny young man kicked someone away again and couldn't help but praise: "Brother Fang, you are awesome..."

Lao Fang looked at him and said casually: "You are not a bad boy. Did you deliberately not get on the list?"

The thin young man smiled and said: "The sky list is a target. When you go up, you hang behind it. It's better to be safe..."

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The bald woman stared blankly at the two men, who were like tigers rushing into a herd of sheep, and turned around and asked, "Where did you recruit this person from?"

The bald man was stunned and murmured: "I, I don't know..."

The scarred man sat on the ground, his eyes widened.

After only a while, only a dozen of his men were still standing. Looking at it like this, the remaining ones wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

Who are these two guys!

There was a look of horror on his face, he looked left and right, and his eyes stopped on the bald man.

"stop!"

Lao Fang and the thin young man were fighting vigorously when a voice suddenly came from their ears.

Looking back, I saw the man with the scar holding the knife on the neck of the bald man kneeling on the ground, and said loudly: "You two, stop now. If you don't stop, I will..."

Lao Fang looked at him and asked, "What do you think?"

The scarred man said sternly: "I'll kill him!"

"Then you should kill him." Lao Fang kicked the last bandit down, crossed his arms, and said, "I don't know him anyway..."

"------" The bald man's eyes widened.

The angry expression on the scarred man's face froze, he swallowed and said: "I, I really want to kill..."

“If you want to kill, then kill, if you want to cut, then cut!”

Lao Fang looked at him and said: "I will still be threatened by you, and my head will be scarred as big as a bowl. Eighteen years later, I will be a good man again!"

Bald man: "------"

Seeing the monster walking towards him, the scarred man showed fear on his face and said tremblingly: "You, don't come here..."

Lao Fang sideways glanced at the skinny young man, who nodded. His feet turned into an afterimage, and a flying stone came through the air, knocking the knife out of the scarred man's hand.

The knife and stone collided, making a crisp sound. The bald man's ears were buzzing, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. From the corner of his eye, he saw the knife stuck diagonally in the tree, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

The stone was almost grazing his ear just now. If it had been moved a little further, wouldn't he have a headache?

The man with the scar was also shaken by the force of the shock coming from his hand. He took a few steps back and ran away without hesitation.

The bald man looked around, a look of relief appearing on his face.

No matter who these two people were, they were finally saved today.

Just as this idea emerged in his mind, there was suddenly a chaotic sound in his ears, and the ground under his feet began to tremble. The bald man turned around and saw a burst of smoke and dust splashing on the road behind him, as well as the figure in the smoke. His face turned pale again.

After a sound of reining in the horse, a tall and powerful man riding on the horse looked at Scar's face and frowned: "Scar, dozens of people can't beat these few, how do you do things?"

After the scarred man was stunned for a moment, a hint of joy immediately appeared on his face, and he said loudly: "Zhai Leader, we have already caught these people, but two thorny ideas came out of nowhere, and then... "

The mighty man waved his hand and said: "Okay, this time there is a large caravan passing by. This is a big fat sheep. If it scares me, be careful with your head!"

The scarred man was stunned for a moment. He wondered which caravan dared to pass by here. Isn't this stupid? But he quickly came to his senses and pointed at the two people in front, saying: "It's those two guys in front, village chief, be careful!"

The thin man looked at the dark crowd on the opposite side and asked: "Brother Fang, are you going to do it this time?"

"Fuck!"

Old Fang glared at him. There seemed to be more than 200 people on the opposite side. If they really wanted to do it, the two of them would be exhausted. They tore the ropes on the tied people in a few seconds and said: "Why are you still standing there? Run!"

The rope was untied, and the bald man immediately stood up, ignoring his bleeding thigh, and clasped his fists and said: "Thank you for saving me!"

Old Fang waved his hand, looked at the opposite side, looked back, and murmured: "It should be soon, right?"

"What?" The bald man asked in confusion. As soon as he said it, he saw a carriage coming out at the end of the road ahead.

Then came two, three...

When more than a dozen carriages obviously loaded with goods came from the front, the bald man was stunned.

He finally understood why the notorious Zhenshanhu of this generation would come out in person.

This, this caravan is so stupid!

How stupid must it be to pass through the chaotic land so openly?

"Brothers, the fat sheep is coming!"

The mighty man rode on the horse, with excitement on his face, and shouted: "After this job, it will be enough for us to be cool for a while, so cheer up!"

The old man glanced at the opposite side, clenched his fist, turned around, and said in a full voice: "Hurry up, it's time to work!"

Seeing that as the man's voice fell, many figures in the caravan came out, holding various weapons, and walked towards this side as if they were familiar with the road. The bald man felt that his brain was a little blank.

Are these people crazy, or has the world changed?

Since when did the fat sheep dare to attack the bandits? Isn't this rushing to die?

Who do they think they are? Do they think they are as powerful as the two men just now?

The mighty man on the opposite side saw this, but he laughed instead of getting angry. He waved his hand and said, "Why are you still standing there? Go!"

When the two sides collided, the bald man opened his mouth wide and never closed it again.

The brothers and the bald woman around him also had a dull look on their faces.

Destroying withered and rotten, really destroying withered and rotten.

What a bullshit mountain tiger, the name is loud, and it is said to be the most powerful bandit leader of this generation, it's all bullshit!

As soon as they met, he was pulled off the horse by any one of the group of people, kicked twice, and then lay on the ground motionless.

The others were also chickens and dogs, vulnerable. No, it's not that they are chickens and dogs, nor that they are vulnerable, but that they encountered a group of monsters.

One person, they can even knock down one of them...

Have you ever seen someone catch a blade with bare hands, or an arrow with bare hands?

Have you ever seen someone hit someone with fists, or a horse knocked to the ground with one punch?

Have you ever seen bandits robbing a caravan, or a caravan robbing bandits?

He really saw it.

When the big man stepped on the head of Zhenshanhu and asked him where their lair was and what valuables they had, the bald man felt that a certain belief that he had built up in his heart for a long time collapsed.

Who is the bandit and who is the fat sheep?

Is this world really the world he is familiar with?