Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

The suona's voice was high-pitched, loud, and whimpered.

The extremely contradictory characteristics, coupled with the cheerful greeting tune, and the girl's cry and the woman's scolding, all these elements combined, in this deep mountain, can't help but send chills down the back, a sense of horror. However live.

Peng Xingfa, the yamen who was walking in the front to open the way, stopped, turned back and shouted with a trembling voice: "Lang Jun!"

Cheng Lingdao: "Don't be afraid, just walk carefully. Are you planning to scare yourself in the clear sky?"

He asked Yao Qing again: "After this hill, is there a village in the Tongshan Col in front?"

Yao Qing was a little dazed when he walked, his legs and feet seemed to be filled with lead, and his head was dizzy.

At this time, they happened to have passed the obstruction of the tree in front of them. Peng Xingfa headed, and for some reason, he suddenly stepped on the air.

"Ouch!" Peng Xingfa shouted in fright, and his whole body rolled down uncontrollably.

Below that is a slope, and further down the slope is a winding mountain road.

The mountain road undulates along the mountain, but it is not too narrow. It is about six or seven feet wide. Above it, there is a welcoming team walking on the ground.

The moment Peng Xingfa rolled down, someone in the wedding reception team shouted: "Mother! It's the one who grabbed the relatives!"

"Copy guy!"

"Fuck those bastards!"

Excited roars rose and fell in the team, the suona sound stopped suddenly, and the suona players drew various weapons from their waists——

There are iron drills, wooden sticks, and most importantly, there are short hoes!

Peng Xingfa was so frightened that he was so scared that he shouted in his heart: Mother's death!

What kind of person would actually bring all kinds of weapons when welcoming their relatives? Even though the prototypes of these weapons are just agricultural tools, the lethality of these agricultural tools is undoubtedly the same as the murder weapon.

Seeing the cool breeze from the mountains and a short hoe reaching the door, Peng Xingfa closed his eyes in despair.

In the next moment, the expected pain of annihilation did not appear, only to hear a painful cry from the opposite side: "Ah!"

boom!

It was Cheng Ling who made the shot. She lifted her body lightly, and a pebble shot out from between her fingers. In a split second, it hit the swinging short hoe like a small cannonball, sending out a heavy hit. sound like.

At the same time, the man holding the short hoe only felt severe pain in the tiger's mouth. He couldn't stand the shock, so he let go of his hand subconsciously, and the short hoe came out, bang! Hit him again.

The man screamed in pain again, his fingers connected to his heart and his toes.

This collision is almost like a half-life.

But this time, it was like poking a hornet's nest.

I saw that the entire welcoming team of about ten people exploded, and the men rushed towards Cheng Ling with a roar. howled.

She dragged her tune, crying like a song: "Kill a thousand knives, lose your conscience!"

"People from Hei Zongzhai are here to rob relatives. This is to force the people of our Qishan Village to death!"

"It was agreed that the well water would not cause the river water. If we made an agreement at the beginning, now I will go to heaven with a loud fart..."

"Black heart and liver, sores on the top of the head, pus from the bottom of the feet..."

Xi Niang sang a lot of information, and Cheng Ling already knew that the other party had misunderstood. But the villagers who rushed over were all ruthless and ruthless. Those hoes waved and iron drills poked over, and they were killing them!

There is no room for explanation at all, even if Peng Xing ran rolling and crawling, shouting: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

But no one listened to him.

Cheng Ling's eyes narrowed, and he waved his sleeves away and rushed to the few people in front of him. With the other hand, he picked up Peng Xingfa's collar and threw him to the hillside behind.

Yang Lin caught Peng Xingfa on the slope and shouted, "Master, my disciple is here to help you!"

Cheng Lingdao: "You and Ning Xun shot, let me see what your brothers and sisters have learned recently."

As she spoke, she tapped her toes, her figure soared, and her whole body was like a geese flying into the sky, and she returned to the back hillside gently.

Ning Xun put down his burden and rushed down the hillside, but Yang Lin took a step slower.

Some of the villagers below exclaimed: "No, this idea is tricky, let go of the geese!"

Ning Xun and Yang Lin just rushed down at this moment. There, there was only a "quack" sound. Yang Lin looked up, and the first thing he saw was a white shadow.

Bai Ying fluttered his wings, stretched his neck and descended from the sky, and a flat and long iron mouth slammed into Yang Lin's eyes.

Yang Lin has been practicing martial arts with Cheng Ling for a long time, and he also learned swordsmanship with Xiao Man in the middle. He was very confident in himself, but he was not afraid of encountering a white geese poking his eyes in the mountains.

All of a sudden, all martial arts and rules have become false. Yang Lin was really empty for a while, and only this iron mouth was left in front of him.

On the hillside, Peng Xing said anxiously, "Lang Jun, Brother Yang, this..."

The voice fell, but he saw Ning Xun's shoulder pole swaying across the river, and the big goose was shot and flew out in an instant.

Another big goose also flew over, and Ning rolled along the ground. Although the rules were not very good-looking, he just happened to avoid the big goose's attack completely.

When Ning Xun rolled to the ground, the pole swept across the ground again, like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, and after a while, several villagers who rushed close were swept down by the pole.

"Ouch!" the villagers exclaimed.

For a time, I could only hear goose flying and goose jumping, mixed with the roar of villagers and the sound of weapons and flesh hitting each other.

Both sides were angry, Yang Lin had just lost his face, and now he rose up even more. With Xi Niang's crying, this scene is so chaotic, it's really eye-catching... Alas, I really don't know whether to cry or laugh.

Fang Langzhong rode on the donkey, patted his liver carefully and exhaled, and also said "Ouch": "Damn, why are you so angry!"

The people on the hillside did not know that on the high mountain in the west, which was still some distance away from the mountain road, another group of people were crouching and observing the movement here.

The people on the mountain chatted in a low voice: "Second master, there's actually a bunch of beards cut across, shall we go down?"

The man known as the second head of the family looks quite young, except for the short beard under his cheeks, the whole person is even a bit handsome.

But his expression at the moment was terrifyingly gloomy. He was holding a slender lancet in his left hand, and the back of the hand holding the handle was bulging. Obviously, he was in a very uneasy mood at the moment.

He was silent, struggling.

After a while, I saw that the scene on the mountain road below had changed again.

Seeing that Yang Lin and Ning Xun were about to sweep the villagers, Xi Niang, who had been crying for a while, suddenly got up from the ground. As soon as she turned around, she threw herself in front of the wedding sedan, opened the sedan curtain, and dragged out the bride who was tied up with five flowers inside!

The bride's hijab was torn off, her eyes were full of tears, but her mouth was tied with a rope and stuffed with a cloth, and she was speechless.

Xi Niang slapped the bride in the face, and then she grabbed the bride's neck fiercely, and shouted: "Sangmenxing, it's all you slut who caused the disaster! All of you who are stealing kisses stop, who dares to do it again. , I strangle this scourge to death!"

On the mountain, the second master, who was originally squatting, held a lancet and suddenly stood up.