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"What is the strength of that bandit leader?"

"Can the outcome of this death be changed?"

Su Qi frowned.

Just as he was pondering, a picture appeared in his eyes.

In the morning, under the morning light from the sky, the mountains were thick with humidity, and the mist shrouded the small mountain village.

And at the foot of the small mountain village, at this time, there were a hundred or so men with brown turbans, slovenly, and fierce looking men with knives, looking at the location of the village.

"Master, this is a small village. Looking at those earthen houses, there should be several hundred people, us?"

Standing in front of a hundred or so bandits was a burly, dark-skinned, vicious man with a scar on his face.

Hearing this, the other party immediately grinned, and said with a ferocious face, "Of course the man and child were killed, and the woman stayed and took away!"

After the words fell, loud shouts came from the crowd, and the bandits showed excitement in their eyes, as if they couldn't wait.

At this time, Cao Yan, the second master, looked at the scarred face of the eldest master, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Brother, are you sure, how can there be hundreds of people in this village?"

Hearing this, Lu Ming patted his chest confidently, and said proudly, "You think I'm not sure, just those people in the village?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Yan thought of something, he let out a breath, and smiled suddenly, "That's right, with your strength as a third-rate warrior, brother, how can that village resist you, let alone brothers?" , that village has no power to resist."

Although a third-rate martial artist is not even considered a master in the arena, he can be regarded as a master at most, and he can be regarded as a guy with some strength.

However, in this remote village, that is definitely considered a top-notch expert. In this ordinary small village, no one can resist.

At this time, the other bandits couldn't help laughing and echoing.

"Yes, the power of the master!"

"This small village, as long as the big master takes action, it's still easy to catch!"

"Hahaha……"

Between laughing and laughing,

These more than a hundred bandits couldn't help casting admiring and envious glances at the head.

Third-rate warriors, martial arts practitioners of this level, no one knows their strengths better than them.

After all, they stayed beside the head of the house, and they had seen the strength of the head of the house more than once. It was really strong. It was not difficult to fight with more than a dozen heroes with weapons and kill them.

Of course envy is nothing but envy, they also know that with their martial arts talents, if there is no chance in this life, it is impossible to become a third-rate martial artist.

Even the masters with decent talents have been training unremittingly for more than ten years, and only became third-rate warriors at the age of thirty-seven, let alone them.

As far as their rotten talents are concerned, they can only practice the three-legged cat's kung fu at most.

Some people were very disappointed and sighed in their hearts.

At this time, the head of the house, Lu Ming, made a move and shouted, "Let's go!"

As he spoke, he took the lead ahead and strode towards the small mountain village.

A group of bandits behind him reacted and quickly followed, everyone's eyes were shining with excitement and bloodlust.

In the early morning, the villagers who got up early were busy talking with each other while laughing.

There is a stream in the small mountain village, and a famous woman can be seen washing clothes.

However, at this moment, the quiet and peaceful mountain village was broken by the arrival of a group of people.

Looking at this group of guys with fierce faces and weapons, who are not good people at first glance, the villagers were shocked.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" A middle-aged man in his forties stood up and asked.

However, in the face of his question, Lu Ming, the leader, didn't even have the intention to answer. He waved his right hand to the back and said indifferently, "Kill it."

A young bandit stood up, his eyes were full of excitement, he grinned grinningly and rushed over with a knife.

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to run away immediately.

It's a pity that it was too late, and in an instant, the big knife gleaming with cold light slashed at his running back.

"what!"

The shrill screams sounded.

The next moment, screams of panic resounded everywhere.

"what!"

"Killer!"

"Run!"

Lu Ming sneered, "Come on, don't let them run away!"

A bandit held a big knife and slashed at the villagers with a grinning grin.

At the same time, there are also some bandits around the village. They surrounded the place to prevent these villagers from running away.

For a while, screams continued to ring out in the village.

An old man in his sixties with a white beard and a cane said in despair, "Our village is over..."

"I don't want to die anymore, woo..."

"Woooo..."

The villagers were full of despair.

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"What is the strength of that bandit leader?"

"Can the outcome of this death be changed?"

Su Qi frowned.

Just as he was pondering, a picture appeared in his eyes.

In the morning, under the morning light from the sky, the mountains were thick with humidity, and the mist shrouded the small mountain village.

At the foot of the small mountain village, at this time, there were a hundred or so men with brown turbans, slovenly and vicious looking men with knives, looking at the village.

"Master, this is a small village. Looking at those earthen houses, there should be several hundred people, us?"

Standing in front of a hundred or so bandits was a burly, dark-skinned, vicious man with a scar on his face.

Hearing this, the other party immediately grinned, and said with a ferocious face, "Of course the man and child were killed, and the woman stayed and took away!"

After the words fell, loud shouts came from the crowd, and the bandits showed excitement in their eyes, as if they couldn't wait.

At this time, Cao Yan, the second master, looked at the scarred face of the eldest master, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Brother, are you sure, how can there be hundreds of people in this village?"

Hearing this, Lu Ming patted his chest confidently, and said proudly, "You think I'm not sure, just those people in the village?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Yan thought of something, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief and smiled suddenly, "That's right, with your strength as a third-rate warrior, brother, how can that village resist you, let alone brothers?" , that village has no power to resist."

Although a third-rate martial artist is not even considered a master in the arena, he can be regarded as a master at most, and he can be regarded as a guy with some strength.

However, in this remote village, that is definitely considered a top-notch expert. In this ordinary small village, no one can resist.

At this time, the other bandits couldn't help laughing and echoing.

"Yes, the power of the master!"

"This small village, as long as the big master takes action, it's still easy to catch!"

"Hahaha……"

While laughing and laughing, these more than a hundred bandits couldn't help casting admiring and envious glances at the head.

Third-rate warriors, martial arts practitioners of this level, no one knows their strengths better than them.

After all, they stayed beside the head of the family, and they have seen the strength of the head of the house more than once. It is really very strong. It is not difficult to fight more than a dozen heroes with weapons and kill them.

Of course envy is nothing but envy, they also know that with their martial arts talents, if there is no chance in this life, it is impossible to become a third-rate martial artist.

Even the masters with decent talents have been training unremittingly for more than ten years, and only became third-rate warriors at the age of thirty-seven, let alone them.

As far as their rotten talents are concerned, they can only practice the three-legged cat's kung fu at most.

Some people were very disappointed and sighed in their hearts.

At this time, the head of the house, Lu Ming, made a move and shouted, "Let's go!"

As he spoke, he took the lead ahead and strode towards the small mountain village.

A group of bandits behind him reacted and quickly followed, everyone's eyes were shining with excitement and bloodlust.

However, in the face of his question, Lu Ming, the leader, didn't even have the intention to answer. He waved his right hand to the back and said indifferently, "Kill it."

A young bandit stood up, his eyes were full of excitement, he grinned grinningly and rushed over with a knife.

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to run away immediately.

It's a pity that it was too late, and in an instant, the big knife gleaming with cold light slashed at his running back.

"what!"

The shrill screams sounded.

The next moment, screams of panic resounded everywhere.

"what!"

"Killer!"

"Run!"

Lu Ming sneered, "Come on, don't let them run away!"

A bandit held a big knife and slashed at the villagers with a grinning grin.

At the same time, there are also some bandits around the village. They surrounded the place to prevent these villagers from running away.

For a while, screams continued to ring out in the village.

An old man in his sixties with a white beard and a cane said in despair, "Our village is over..."

"I don't want to die anymore, woo..."

"Woooo..."

The villagers were full of despair.

"What is the strength of that bandit leader?"

"Can the outcome of this death be changed?"

Su Qi frowned.

Just as he was pondering, a picture appeared in his eyes.

In the morning, under the morning light from the sky, the mountains were thick with humidity, and the mist shrouded the small mountain village.

And at the foot of the small mountain village, at this time, there were a hundred or so men with brown turbans, slovenly, and fierce looking men with knives, looking at the location of the village.

"Master, this is a small village. Looking at those earthen houses, there should be several hundred people, us?"

Standing in front of a hundred or so bandits was a burly, dark-skinned, vicious man with a scar on his face.

Hearing this, the other party immediately grinned, and said with a ferocious face, "Of course the man and child were killed, and the woman stayed and took away!"

After the words fell, loud shouts came from the crowd, and the bandits showed excitement in their eyes, as if they couldn't wait.

At this time, Cao Yan, the second master, looked at the scarred face of the eldest master, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Brother, are you sure, how can there be hundreds of people in this village?"

Hearing this, Lu Ming patted his chest confidently, and said proudly, "You think I'm not sure, just those people in the village?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Yan thought of something, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief and smiled suddenly, "That's right, with your strength as a third-rate warrior, brother, how can that village resist you, let alone brothers?" , that village has no power to resist."

Although a third-rate martial artist is not even considered a master in the arena, he can be regarded as a master at most, and he can be regarded as a guy with some strength.

However, in this remote village, that is definitely considered a top-notch expert. In this ordinary small village, no one can resist.

At this time, the other bandits couldn't help laughing and echoing.

"Yes, the power of the master!"

"This small village, as long as the big master takes action, it's still easy to catch!"

"Hahaha……"

While laughing and laughing, these more than a hundred bandits couldn't help casting admiring and envious glances at the head.

Third-rate warriors, martial arts practitioners of this level, no one knows their strengths better than them.

After all, they stayed beside the head of the house, and they had seen the strength of the head of the house more than once. It was really strong. It was not difficult to fight with more than a dozen heroes with weapons and kill them.

As far as their rotten talents are concerned, they can only practice the three-legged cat's kung fu at most.

Some people were very disappointed and sighed in their hearts.

At this time, the head of the house, Lu Ming, made a move and shouted, "Let's go!"

As he spoke, he took the lead ahead and strode towards the small mountain village.

A group of bandits behind him reacted and quickly followed, everyone's eyes were shining with excitement and bloodlust.

In the early morning, the villagers who got up early were busy talking with each other while laughing.

There is a stream in the small mountain village, and a famous woman can be seen washing clothes.

However, at this moment, the quiet and peaceful mountain village was broken by the arrival of a group of people.

Looking at this group of guys with fierce faces and weapons, who are not good people at first glance, the villagers were shocked.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" A middle-aged man in his forties stood up and asked.

However, in the face of his question, Lu Ming, the leader, didn't even have the intention to answer. He waved his right hand to the back and said indifferently, "Kill it."

A young bandit stood up, his eyes were full of excitement, he grinned grinningly and rushed over with a knife.

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to run away immediately.

It's a pity that it was too late, and in an instant, the big knife gleaming with cold light slashed at his running back.

"what!"

The shrill screams sounded.

The next moment, screams of panic resounded everywhere.

"what!"

"Killer!"

"Run!"

Lu Ming sneered, "Come on, don't let them run away!"

A bandit held a big knife and slashed at the villagers with a grinning grin.

At the same time, there are also some bandits around the village. They surrounded the place to prevent these villagers from running away.

For a while, screams continued to ring out in the village.

An old man in his sixties with a white beard and a cane said in despair, "Our village is over..."

"I don't want to die anymore, woo..."

"Woooo..."

The villagers were full of despair.