Rise From Eight Hundred

Faced with the dozen guards rushing over aggressively, Mingxin was extremely decisive.

In the eyes of the onlookers who were filled with fear, he took a step forward.

Before the guard leader could even roar in his usual way: "Who is so bold?", a fist that was not big but extremely hard hit him in the face.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the burly man in a dark jacket with a face full of flesh flew out before he could even make a sound.

The punch seemed slow, but it was magically faster than the burly man's arm that stretched out to block it, and hit him hard in the chest. The force was unexpectedly strong, directly knocking a man weighing at least 150 pounds two or three meters away.

"Fuck you, you are looking for death!" A guard standing on the side was also a gangster, with a fierce look in his eyes, picked up a wooden stick as thick as an egg in his hand and hit Mingxin.

That stick carried at least tens of kilograms of force, plus the hardness of the wood itself. If it hit, no matter where it hit, it would definitely result in broken tendons and bones.

Some of the timid people in the crowd closed their eyes, unable to bear to witness the tragic scene of Mingxin being hit by the stick and bleeding.

The young Taoist priest Mingxin had a delicate appearance, a gentle face, and an upright figure. Even if he was the first to beat up the black-hearted shopkeeper, it would be difficult to leave a bad impression on people.

The mentality of judging people's likes and dislikes by appearance actually runs through 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 insists on making a living by his fists, or, his JIO.

The guards were more cruel than people imagined. The heavy wooden stick whistled towards Mingxin's head with the sound of the wind, and they wanted to kill him with one stick.

But one leg was faster than the whistling wooden stick, and a side whip kick was kicked out, hitting the center of the wooden stick.

The guard's eyes showed pride. Although Mingxin's kick was very fast and powerful, it was all within his expectations.

Since Mingxin punched his boss away, he knew that the young Taoist priest in front of him was a master. His seemingly sure-kill stick was not as confident as he showed.

In fact, he wanted the young Taoist priest in front of him to block with his arms, so that he could maximize the benefits of this stick.

The wooden sticks that their guards usually carry are all selected jujube wood. They are soaked in tung oil for half a month, dried, soaked, and dried again. This is repeated three times. It not only maintains the original hardness of the jujube wood but also increases its flexibility. It is the most suitable for beating those untouchables. One stick can even break the thigh bone. A kick like Mingxin's, the bone and stick will only end up with the leg bone being broken.

If the leg is broken, no matter how good the young Taoist priest is, he can only let others beat him.

This guard is definitely a veteran. After fully estimating the strength of the opponent, he is both resolute and strategic. Many big guys actually broke at 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 finished.

But what if Mingxin is so powerful that it exceeds the guard's understanding?

The result will naturally be different.

The leg and the stick met, and there was a crisp "crack".

What was broken was the jujube wood stick soaked in a special way, not the leg.

Because the upper half of the jujube wood stick was thrown far away, but Mingxin's leg did not stop. After kicking the stick, it chopped down like a battle axe, and kicked the guard's shoulder fiercely in the horrified eyes.

The guard flew more decisively and farther than his leader, and his heavy body hit the counter, and the groaning of wood and human beings mixed together.

But this is not the end. The determined Mingxin Taoist adheres to the principle of eradicating all evil and continues to move forward...

The shopkeeper Wang, whose half face is dry and thin and the other half is rosy and round, opened his mouth with two missing front teeth and just watched the gentle little Taoist priest, like an angry lion, rushing into a dozen guards and crushing them.

No one can be his opponent. One punch, one person flew away. One kick, one person also flew away.

Even the last guard turned around and tried to escape, but the little Taoist priest picked up one person with one hand and threw him as a weapon. The two of them rolled on the ground in the backyard.

What a cruel little Taoist priest! Not to mention that the shopkeeper Wang was so scared that Xiaojiji shrank into his abdomen at that moment, and regretted that he had cheated those poor ghosts today to make a few dollars. Even Lu Zhongda, who was watching all this from a distance, took a breath of cold air.

He had originally estimated Mingxin's strength very high, but Mingxin was even stronger. He defeated a group of well-trained armed guards with his bare hands. Until now, the sword on his back has not even moved, let alone unsheathed.

Of course, compared with fist and foot kung fu, Mingxin is not dragging his feet at all. Since he wants to fight, he will not leave anyone alive. This is more in line with Lu Zhongda's imagination of him as a special forces soldier. This is not a person who cultivates his body and mind. He is a typical soldier.

That's because Lu Zhongda doesn't understand people who cultivate Taoism. They can be compassionate, but they are extremely firm in their beliefs. The Taoist gods who defend Taoism, Tianpeng Yuzhen Shouyuan Zhenjun, Tianyou Renzhi Lingfu Zhenjun, Yisheng Baode Chuqing Zhenjun, Yousheng Zhenwu Lingying Zhenjun, which one doesn't have a killing aura when they appear?

Once they are identified as demons, killing demons and defending Taoism is just a round Tao heart.

This is because Mingxin only regarded these guys as little ghosts who were causing trouble in the world, and they had not risen to the level of demons. Otherwise, the Qingfeng sword on his back would have been unsheathed long ago, and he would never just beat them up like now.

To a certain extent, Mingxin Xiaodao at this time was a stubborn defender of the Tao, defending what he believed in, trying his best to save those he thought should be saved, punish those he thought were evil, and get rid of those he thought were demons.

For this, he was willing to sacrifice his life, and there was no question of style or not, pure and almost simple.

If such a guy went to the battlefield of hand-to-hand combat, what kind of great killer would he be? It would definitely be a great disaster and great fear for the Japanese army.

Regardless of whether the head was rolling or the intestines were pierced, the battlefield was filled with a strange smell of blood, organs, feces and urine. It is very likely that for this person, there was no psychological burden. The Japanese devils were all demons, get rid of them!

"Are there any accomplices who are helping the tyrant to commit atrocities? You can shout them out again, and I will take care of them for the people here." After Mingxin knocked the last guard away, he glanced at the young men in the grain store who were hiding in the corners around him, and cast his eyes on the still standing shopkeeper Wang.

"Little Taoist, do you know who you have offended? I tell you, you are in big trouble. Do you know who is behind my boss?" Shopkeeper Wang, who had a fat and thin face, trembled, but his mouth was very hard.

"I don't care who is behind your boss? I only know that you are still bullying and harming ordinary people in such an extraordinary period. You are demons and monsters. If I didn't see you, it would be fine, but since you have fallen into my eyes, I will take care of it." Mingxin's face was indifferent, and he sat directly on the bench in the lobby of the grain store that had been smashed into a mess. "Go! Let you go and shout at those sources of trouble!"

Oh my, this is a tough guy! Not to mention the stubborn shopkeeper Wang, who was dumbfounded, even the onlookers gasped.

He beat the dozen guards who were responsible for guarding this big grain store to pieces with his own strength. If he were a smarter one, he would have run away! Leave Xuzhou before the military and police arrive. In such a chaotic time, who has time to really chase such a strong man!

Don’t think that shopkeeper Wang was stubborn just now. Although the young Taoist priest was merciless, the guards were lying on the ground, but they were still humming and groaning to show that their lives were not in danger, which shows that the young Taoist priest did not kill them and was not a big thief.

With this guarantee, the attitude expressed in that way is actually just to find a way out for himself. People can be beaten, but the powerful momentum cannot be lost, otherwise don’t think that he can be so arrogant in the future.

Unfortunately, the young Taoist priest is so stubborn that he has the momentum to fight against thousands of troops.

Just so tough!

Perhaps, only a few wise people like Lu Zhongda know that Mingxin Xiaodao is not unwilling to leave, but cannot leave.

If he leaves, the Tang's grain store will definitely put the blame on the pale refugees outside the door. Their fate may not be as simple as starving.

However, what should he do when the backer of this grain store comes? Can he resist bullets with his flying knife skills alone?

Looking at the two young men running out of the side door of the grain store and running to the left side of the street, Lu Zhongda frowned deeply, pondered for a moment, stomped his feet hard, and turned away.