My Wuhun of Douluo is the Four Holy Beasts

Chapter 2: Group fights, unruly people in remote areas

Chapter 2: Group fights, unruly people in remote areas

Of course, the two of them would not talk to each other on this issue, they just tried to fool around with a wry smile.

The more they behaved like this, the more old Jack fought for them.

"Where's Tang Hao? Did he go out to drink again?" Looking left and right, he didn't see the tall figure beside the bellows, and he couldn't help but said angrily.

"The family only has so little money, and they still have to exchange the money for wine and food. I really don't know what is going on in his mind."

"Grandpa Jack, my father is sleeping, please speak softer." Tang San said helplessly.

Ye Fan didn't speak. To him, Tang Hao just adopted him but didn't take care of him at all.

Most of the time, it was Tang San who took care of him. Although he didn't hate him or resent him because of this, it was impossible to say that he was very close to him.

Seeing how filial they were, Old Jack could only feel angry in his heart.

"Grandpa Jack, what's the matter with you?" Ye Fan asked.

"The martial soul will be awakened tomorrow morning. I'm here to remind you. Don't be late. Meet at the fingerprint pillar tomorrow."

"it is good."

The fingerprint pillar in his mouth was left by a soul saint who once walked out of a holy soul village. This is something that the holy soul village has always been proud of, and the name of the village is also related to this.

Old Jack gave a few instructions, and Ye Fan and Tang San both nodded in agreement.

Immediately, with Ye Fanzai's support, he left here.

The afternoon passed quickly, and Tang San went to the hillside to practice the Xuantian Technique.

Ye Fan, on the other hand, was wandering around the village boredly. Although he is a child now, he has an adult mind and cannot integrate with these children.

He and Tang San have always been rejected by these children and treated as aliens.

"Hey, isn't this Ye Fan? Why, didn't you go to the mountains to become a monk with your monster brother?"

A few children were at the front, reminding the stronger children to make fun of them.

He is the child king of this group of children, and they are all led by him.

"Ha ha!"

"Ha ha!"

After hearing his words, the children beside him also laughed and cooperated very well.

"I'm sick." He really couldn't muster the patience to explain to these little brats, so he just rolled his eyes and passed them by.

But as he passed by them, his low voice fell clearly on their ears.

Immediately, the children became angry, and the King, who looked the strongest among them, had a dark expression.

"You monster, what were you just saying? Say it again if you dare!" He stepped forward and stood in front of him.

His body is bigger than Ye Van Gogh, which makes him feel condescending.

Especially when he tilts his head up and looks at people through his nostrils, he looks even more itchy.

Around him, the followers slowly surrounded him, forming a double-team.

There are troublemakers in the backcountry.

Faced with being surrounded by so many people, Ye Fan remained calm in the face of danger. He just said lightly, "A good dog doesn't block the road," and then raised his feet and walked forward as if there was no one around.

At this time, Ye Fan didn't want to have anything to do with them at all.

Besides, these are just a bunch of young brats, and with his character, he won't be able to start a fight with these people.

"Stinky monster, look for a fight!" The Kid King roared angrily. In his opinion, he was undoubtedly looking down on himself, which made him furious.

He quickly preempted him and punched him, aiming for his face.

Ye Fan finally couldn't help it anymore. He kept giving in but still allowed you to push forward?

His right hand was clenched into a fist, and veins popped out on the fist, so he punched it in response.

Although they are all children from poor families who have become parents early, their appearance does not look like they have become parents early.

Although Ye Fan has never done any systematic exercise, he often follows Tang San to climb mountains every day, which also forms a different kind of exercise.

Although his body has no obvious muscles, it is much better to deal with these little brats who only know how to mess around and play.

No, in this punch exchange, it was no surprise that the child king was at the disadvantage.

The little kids around him also started to join the fight and beat him.

Everyone present, including Ye Fan himself, had never learned fighting skills such as boxing. It seemed like a turn-based game where you hit me and I hit you.

At the beginning, Ye Fan could still rely on his physical advantage to barely be on par with them, but as time went by, he began to feel powerless.

After all, he was just a peer who was in good health. At the same age as them, he didn't have any killer skills. He was quickly consumed by the crowd tactics and fell behind.

When the group of children saw this and saw him showing signs of decline, they immediately became a little more crazy and attacked him crazily, punching and kicking him.

After a while, Ye Fan had a bruised nose, a swollen face, a big bump on his head, and bruises all over his body.

"It's such a shame to be forced into such a tragic situation by a group of children." Ye Fan, who was holding his head and now completely in a passive defense posture, showed a hint of bitterness that no one noticed.

The pain in every part of his body made him feel excruciating, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Stop!" Just when his heart was bitter, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

"Brother?" His voice contained a terrifying coercion and seemed to have some kind of magic power. These children were frightened by his voice and stopped beating them for a moment.

Turning his head to look at the source of the sound, he saw Tang San pacing this way quickly with a frown on his face.

When those people saw the person coming, they let out a sigh, all of them were amused by their previous fright.

Among them, the "Kid King" who took the lead in beating Ye Fan mocked: "Hey, isn't this a famous monk in our village? Why, why don't you go and sit in your mountain temple?"

"What are you doing? Why are you beating Ye Fan?" Ignoring his taunt, Tang San asked in a deep voice.

"I, Wu Tao, still need a reason to beat someone? Does it have anything to do with you? If you keep talking nonsense, I will beat you too!" Wu Tao, the "King of Children" said disdainfully.

The arrogance in his words is beyond words. What kind of parent can raise such a child?

Tang San ignored him and walked towards Ye Fan, who was lying on the ground covered in bloodstains.

"Ye Fan, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? I'll help you go home and give you medicine." He looked at him with concern. The blood stains on his body made him feel distressed, but he couldn't help but stop being angry.

"I want to ask you, are you a deaf monk?" Wu Tao swore again.

His emotions were on the verge of breaking out because he was beaten, but now, due to his repeated rudeness, he finally broke out.

Carefully hold Ye Fan up, let him go, and with lightning speed, he took out a few pebbles from his pocket.

His body suddenly half-turned, and he moved his arms to fly towards them.

With a shake of his arm, a twist of his wrist, and a flick of his finger, the stones suddenly shot towards them at an imperceptible speed.

(End of this chapter)

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