National Art: Opening Golden Bell Jar

The young man is a middle-level martial artist, but he is also a bit brave.

However, the next moment, his body was shocked, and the machete in his hand was cut into two sections.

The weapons of the two sons of the Deng family were all obtained by the chief guard of Deng.

The Zhao family's weapons are not very bad, not so bad that they can't stop the opponent's sword.

The crux of the problem is that Deng Lao Er used all his strength to strike such a sword under his rage.

This kind of reckless fight without fancy, forcibly cut off a good fine iron short knife.

It was finally okay, this person took advantage of the opponent's strength and quickly took two steps back, avoiding the long sword that was beheaded.

Deng Lao Er succeeded in one move, not much more to say, his body jumped forward, his wrist turned to his waist, and the long sword picked up the opponent diagonally from bottom to top, and he followed and killed him.

"Wait!" Someone shouted, and two young people attacked from both sides, trying to save their own people.

"Bastard!" Someone snorted coldly, and two white lights hit the two of them, but Lang Zhen finally shot.

When the two saw this, they hurriedly avoided, but how could Lone Wolf's Xijian escape so easily?

In the blink of an eye, one person was shot in the arm, the other was shot in the shoulder, and two screams sounded.

Seeing this, the two high-level warriors in front of Lang Zhen drew out their short sticks and long swords and attacked Lang Zhen in unison.

"Looking for death!" After a cold snort, two more finger winds came over.

These two were much more alert than Zhao Erye. Hearing this cold snort, without thinking about it, they dragged their weapons and retreated violently.

It's really different whether it's prepared or not. The two miraculously avoided these two fingers.

At the same time, a person walked out of the wooden house. This person was young and dressed strangely, with very short hair. He looked awkward no matter how he looked.

Chen Yang came out of the room, ignored the people present, walked to the side of the little girl, and asked in a deep voice, "Feifei, does your chest hurt?"

He is not the kind of person who particularly likes children, but he appreciates Feifei's strength and self-reliance.

Feifei shook her head, coughed twice, coughed up two clumps of blood, and tried to answer with a smile, "It's okay, it doesn't matter, I'm used to it."

It was only then that Zhao Erye's sight returned to normal. He glanced left and right, and immediately shouted, "Stop! Stop me!"

When others heard the words, they all stopped. Boss Deng and Lang Zhen were just fighting for the second brother Deng, and they would not take the initiative.

But how could Mr. Deng listen to him?He swung his long sword and slashed after the middle-level warrior.

However, although the opponent's strength is poor, if you concentrate on escaping, there is really no good way for the chasing person.

But when Zhao Erye saw this, he was really angry. He glanced at the short-haired young man and said angrily, "If Your Excellency doesn't restrain your subordinates, don't blame me for being rude."

Chen Yang squinted at him and snorted disdainfully, "What are you? Talk to me...you are worthy?"

He's a thorn, but he's not so surly, but he always believes in "an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth". Since the other party said something strange to Lang Zhen, don't blame him for fighting back - you don't give me face , why should I give you face?

The second master Zhao was so angry that he was so angry that he shouted, "Zhao family son, stop this fellow for me!"

"I see who dares!" Lang Zhen said gloomily, "Whoever dares to do it...die!"

Zhao Erye was so angry that his whole body trembled, "Lone Wolf, don't deceive people too much!"

No matter which plane, there is such a person, who can only see the malice of others towards him, but never think about what he has done.

Seeing that there were many such people, Lang Zhen was not very angry, but lazily said, "They are fighting each other fairly, whoever dares to fight will die!"

"Fair heads-up?" Zhao Erye was so angry that he was about to explode, "High-level warriors chase down middle-level warriors, are you fair to me?"

Lang Zhen spoke slowly, "When your middle-level warrior singled out a seven-year-old girl, you didn't feel it was unfair, did you?"

His words are really irritating - what is "a middle-level warrior singled out a seven-year-old girl"?

But Zhao Erye didn't care at all, and he shouted angrily, "Is this little girl yours? She is from Zhige County, and the internal affairs of our Zhige people are not yours!"

This kind of logic is too jerk, but there is still a market, and people in many places have a similar logic - Zhige, it is the Zhige of Zhige people!Outsiders die!

Lang Zhen was not interested in bickering with him, so he simply said, "Feifei was hired by us, and now she is from our employer."

Zhao Erye was stunned when he heard the words. In this plane, there is no child labor. Seven or eight-year-old girls can already do a lot of things, such as collecting firewood, herding cattle, and cutting hogweed...

But he still couldn't stand things being so out of control, "Stop first and speak slowly if you have something to say."

At this moment, a voice rang out, "If you say one more word, I will kill you!".

Chapter 238

It was none other than Chen Yang who spoke.

He looked at Feifei's injury. Although he didn't understand it very well, he also knew that she was seriously injured.

Standing up from the ground, he glared at the other party and the group, "A little girl, being beaten like this by you, what a vicious heart!"

Hearing that this girl was hired by a stone collector, Erye Zhao was also dumbfounded, and more importantly, he was frightened by the undisguised murderousness in the other party's words.

He really wanted to argue, saying that even the person you hired was an orphan with no background, and to punish her a little, do you need to be so murderous?

Orphans are the original sin. Even in the Zhao family fort, orphans who have lost their parents are inferior to other Zhao family members - this is still in the face of the Zhao family, and motherless children are like grass, which is true.

However, even if Er Ye Zhao had a great grievance, he would not dare to speak out.

When a mid-level martial artist says he wants to kill someone, it's better for ordinary people not to ignore the threat.

Just as he was struggling, Deng Lao Er finally caught up with the fleeing warrior and slashed over it with a sword. Even if the other party hid quickly, half of his hair was cut off, and there was a bloody scalp the size of a palm.

This is going straight to kill!The warrior was so frightened that he was scared out of his wits, and a force came out of his body from nowhere, he sped up and rushed forward, shouting loudly, "I was wrong, I know I was wrong, and I am willing to compensate... I am willing to compensate Ah~~01”

Deng Lao Er originally wanted to kill the other party, but seeing the other party take such a sword, blood dripping from his forehead, the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared a lot - the anger of the second middle school boy, came and went quickly.

In fact, he is so old and he has never killed anyone. Usually, when he imagines it, he is full of thoughts of "killing a person in ten steps, but not leaving a thousand miles away." The dream of a fledgling young warrior.

But when he really encountered such a situation, he couldn't help but soften his heart.

Of course, he couldn't just let the other party go like this, but while chasing after him, he said loudly, "Feifei, do you want his life, or do you want his compensation?"

As a chivalrous person, the feelings of the parties must be considered.

At this moment, Feifei's face was still pale, but her eyes had recovered. She heard the words and replied loudly, "Second Young Master, can you not kill... it's better not to kill."

Hearing the words, Deng Lao Er finally stopped chasing, panting and speaking loudly, "You're lucky boy... Let's talk, how do you plan to compensate?"

"I'll give you ten silver dollars," the man shouted desperately, and ran for more than a hundred meters before stopping, gasping for breath as he walked in circles towards the people in Zhaojiabao, "My kick It doesn't matter how hard you are, if you cut me with a sword, I don't care anymore."

If he had a choice, he would definitely not put forward such a humiliating condition, but he had already seen that, even the second master was frightened by the sudden appearance of the middle-level martial artist, so he could only bear the burden of humiliation.

In fact, he thought that his own arrangement was wrong and he underestimated the enemy. He thought that the opponent had only one martial artist. Zhao Erye brought more than 20 masters from the clan, thinking that he could basically beat the opponent—at least make the opponent dare not open it lightly. war.

But he made a wrong step, and now he can only complain secretly: Why didn't he use the strength of the whole village to come and persecute these four people?

The Zhaojiabao village is not too big, but there are more than 1000 people. Apart from five or six hundred tenants, the Zhao family has nearly 800 people. If we go all out, we can pull out a hundred or so young and strong warriors.

If all the combat power is pulled out, even if the other party has an extra mid-level martial artist, so what?

Deng Lao Er raised his brows slightly when he heard the other party's words. He felt that although the conditions were not very good, it was considered sincerity.

Ten silver dollars is almost two months' income for a bodyguard, and a little girl of Feifei's age, even if she is kidnapped by kidnappers, will sell for this price at most.

There is no way, children have no human rights, let alone orphans, this is still Feifei's beautiful face, if it is uglier, whether it can be sold for five silver dollars, it is difficult to say.

He felt that the conditions were acceptable, and Feifei was also quite moved. For her, what was suffering a little?It's good to make money!

However, when the two of them showed some emotion, Chen Yang snorted coldly, "Is your little life only worth ten silver dollars?"

The small life he said, of course, refers to the small life of the Zhao family's martial artist - we won't kill you, you only take ten silver dollars to buy your life?

The martial artist heard this, but his face turned black: Did you settle accounts like this?

Of course, if Chen Yang thought this way, he couldn't say that he was wrong. Deng Er Er's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said loudly, "Yes, you are now going to redeem your life...a sincere price."

The warrior was really helpless, so he looked at Zhao Erye, "Second Uncle, what do you think?"

How dare Erye Zhao say anything?He was also afraid that the other party would take his anger and kill him, so he could only sigh and shake his head-you still think about how much you are worth.

How much is it worth... The warrior is also tangled. Of course he thinks his life is very valuable, but if he redeems his life, the price must not be reported as high.

After being silent for a long time, he finally spoke up, "Five... 30 silver dollars, if there is more, you might as well kill me."

"Hey," Deng Lao Er laughed angrily, "Your labor, sold to the mine, is worth at least 50 silver dollars, do you believe it?"

Young laborers, or middle-level warriors, are worth the price.

Selling people to private mines is also illegal in this plane. Xiongfeng Escort Bureau should pay attention to word of mouth. Usually, they do not do this kind of business, but they deal with various white, black and gray forces all year round, and they really have this way.

However, this martial artist is also a bachelor. "I only have so much money, and I don't have any more. If you don't agree, sell me."

In fact, he was sure in his heart that the other party would not sell himself to a private mine. No matter what, this was illegal. The people around him were all members of the Zhao family. If the other party couldn't silence all the people present, he couldn't do this. Do.

When Deng's second son heard this, he also had a headache. Although he was young, he also knew the importance of silence—is it worth the trouble for the mere price difference of 20 yuan in silver dollars?

Moreover, he is not sure whether his side can keep the other party behind. According to normal circumstances, this is unlikely. There are more than 20 people on the other side, and they may not be able to beat the four of them, but if they flee in all directions, it will be difficult for them. Kill each other.

Just when he was hesitating, Chen Yang spoke up, "Then 30 silver dollars, take it out, and we will let you go."

"How can I carry so many silver dollars with me?" the middle-level warrior shouted, "I have to go back and raise money."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a figure flashing, Lang Zhen had already appeared in front of him, shaking his hand was a slap in the face, and said sharply, "How do you talk to the master martial artist? You dare to ask... You just answer obediently. it is good!"

It is the consensus of this plane that martial artists should be respectful. Of course, this consensus is not forced, but in the real world, ordinary people will not be disrespectful to a director.

This slap was a hard slap, and the man was slapped in a circle before he settled down.

He covered his face and shook his head before answering aloud, "Yes... I was wrong, but I really can't get that many silver dollars."

He said it respectfully, but he was used to it on weekdays and couldn't completely hide the anger in his eyes.

"Matt, are you courting death?" Deng Lao Er was furious when he heard the words, "If you get a bargain, you still sell it well...then you stay and wait for the people from Zhaojiabao to bring money to redeem people!"

The middle-level warrior didn't say anything, and his eyes were very indifferent - as long as he couldn't die now, when the clan returned to the village and came here again, who would have the upper hand?

"Don't be so troublesome," Chen Yang said from the side, "Those three stones deserve 30 silver dollars."

"How is this possible," someone yelled loudly, "Even if they are not worth two hundred silver dollars, you still offered a price of eighty silver dollars, how can you pay 30 silver dollars?"

Chen Yang glanced at him indifferently, "Then just pay 20 silver dollars..."

This man was dumbfounded, but he didn't expect that his protest would make the other party even worse.

"If you don't sell it for 80 yuan, you insist on selling it for 20 yuan. Isn't that cheap?" Lang Zhen snorted coldly with disdain, "Also, you, you, you... leave the weapon and count it as ten silver dollars."