Chapter 2 Thousand Years of Killing

Author: Yuer Xiaoxiao

Chapter 2 Thousand Years of Killing

Under the backlight of the torch, the smile on the face of the tall and muscular man did not look friendly, but rather ferocious.

He was walking in a square step, which was very nondescript, and behind him was a tall and thin man, who followed suit with a look of gloating on his face.

"You little brats, don't blame me as the boss. There are eleven begging spots on Qilin Street, but here you can't even get a tael of silver. It's hard for me to do it too."

For some reason, Boss Yan's tone turned out to be somewhat sincere: "The incense owner has asked for one hundred taels of silver per month, which makes me breathless. Otherwise, you will obediently let me break my hands and feet.

, if you cry more miserably and pitifully, you can get more money."

Everyone was shocked and their whole bodies felt cold.

Chen Ping slowly stood up holding the incense case and took a long breath.

In later generations, he traveled around in the wind and rain, and met all kinds of people. Of course, he could not misjudge this person's character.

The other person seemed to be very sincere in what he said, asking you to understand my difficulties, but at heart he was very cold-blooded and pinned his own happiness on the pain of others.

No, in his opinion, the suffering of others does not exist at all. He will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, and he will not tolerate the slightest disobedience from anyone.

Dasha was indeed not stupid. He wanted to escape and did nothing wrong at all.

Because he knew that once he stayed here, Boss Yan would never let him go.

"thump……"

With a small table and a small stool, the two Sunflower brothers immediately collapsed. Their legs weakened, and they knelt down among the broken bricks and tiles. They cried and said: "Boss Yan, please spare us. I have read books, can write, and can write."

To settle accounts, there will still be..."

"Come on, these two pedantic eunuchs have smoked me to death."

Boss Yan didn't look back, but just stared at Chen Ping. The tall and thin man following behind him yelled fiercely and kicked the two Sunflower brothers into a fight.

Zuoshou's expression was dull and he stood there motionless.

Turning to look at Chen Ping.

Hua Lian'er's body trembled slightly, and he reached out to grab the corner of Chen Ping's clothes. He held his head high and looked at Boss Yan's ferocious smile with hatred, as if he wanted to remember it in his heart.

At this moment, Chen Ping finally understood why even though he had broken his leg, died of a fever, and was extremely weak, no one was trying to grab this precious place to sleep under the incense table.

It turns out that he is actually the "leader" of these little beggars.

So, here comes the question, is Dasha stupid or not? He dared to steal food from his "boss" before.

This is not only an explanation for the guy's poor brain, but also proves that he may be quite kind-hearted... he is capable and kind-hearted, and can twist everyone into a rope, and they are of the same mind. Therefore, he was

After Mr. Yan deliberately broke his legs, he finally had a fever and died.

Sure enough, good people don't live long.

This logic is closed.

"Originally, you are a little older. Even if you have lost your hands and feet, you are much worse than three or five-year-old children. It is difficult to arouse the sympathy of others and you cannot earn much money. But you can still have three melons.

Two dates would be better than what it looks like now."

A trace of cruelty flashed in Boss Yan's eyes, and he couldn't bear to say more. He rushed forward, stretched out his green and black palm, and grabbed Chen Ping's arm against the strong wind.

His fingers were bent into a hook shape, and the roots were as thick as radishes. He could tell he had practiced his skills at a glance.

This person is not blindly arrogant, but he knows the principle of "capture the thief first, capture the king". As long as he defeats the leader first, the others will not dare to resist and can only let him break his hands and feet.

He didn't even have the slightest bit of defense. The last time he kicked the opponent's leg off, he knew that this young man with a handsome face and a calm demeanor was not as capable as he seemed. In addition to having a handful of natural talents

Apart from strength, he doesn't even know basic martial arts and fighting skills.

He has perfected his bones, has great strength and strong body, and his attacks are exquisite, so he cannot miss no matter what.

He had even foreseen that he would grab the opponent's arm and tear it off directly, and then trample his hands and feet into a pulp. The more ugly the wound, the better.

Of course, I'm going to scratch the opponent's face later. Isn't this a foul for a man who looks like this?

What if, while begging, you seduce a passing rich lady and find someone to make things difficult for you, that would not be a good thing.

Thinking of this, he felt a sense of joy in his heart. What he liked most in his life was to watch someone wailing under his hands, especially this kind of "sheep" who was unable to resist. This would make him feel extremely real that he was a

How wonderful it is for a great man to have life and death in his hands.

The "prey" in front of him finally "panicked" and could no longer maintain his previous calm and calm posture. He waved his hands and moved his body sideways and backwards, but there was no way he could catch it faster than himself.

Boss Yan sneered in his heart, and suddenly saw a gray fog in front of his eyes.

He didn't even react, his eyes couldn't see clearly, and countless tiny powder particles hit his eyeballs painfully... In the gray light, there seemed to be a black shadow rushing towards him, and he heard the sound of wind in his ears, trying to escape from his armpits.

Pass down.

'Incense ash...'

This thought flashed through his mind, and he roared angrily. He quickly put his hands in front of his eyes and chest, and flicked the lightning with his kick, creating a fierce wind.

Bang, he kicked the incense table into pieces, pulled his legs back, and before he could stand still, his head was shaken, and his body froze in place, unable to move anymore.

Chen Ping's face was as pale as paper and he was breathing heavily. He was already standing behind Boss Yan. The old wound on the knee of his broken right leg was cracked and blood was gurgling. The bamboo pole that Hua Lian'er had carefully tied had broken and penetrated.

In the meat.

The action just now mobilized the whole body, using the hands, feet, body and eyes. It was really too much to take care of, and the injured leg was also severely stressed.

I have to say that my body doesn't look very strong, but my strength and speed are indeed outstanding among ordinary people. In other words, I am a born martial artist.

Although his bones are very good, after all, he has a broken leg and his body is weak. In addition, it seems that he has not practiced any tricks on weekdays. He can twist his hips and twist his tendons with just a little movement...

In his consciousness, he forcibly controlled his body and used Bagua Quan's "Hidden Leaf Style" to punch out a handful of incense ashes. Then he used the "Plucking Grass and Looking for Snakes Style" to lower his body, close to the ground and crawl around behind Boss Yan. He undulated.

In the meantime, he stabbed the rusty iron handle of the incense ash shovel into the back of his neck with his backhand, severing the nerves.

This move seems simple, but it is a killer move that I have been immersed in for half my life and practiced hard for twenty years.

Even if I change my body, change my world, or kick my leg...

The life-and-death confrontation experience is deeply rooted in the bones and engraved in the soul, but it is not thrown away.

The essence of "hidden flowers under the leaves" lies in the word "hidden", which is a lie.

There are no constant moves, no constant moves, no matter fists, feet or swords. You just need to trick the opponent into not seeing the action of throwing incense ash.

Just like magic, it looks like martial arts, but it actually contains profound principles and involves psychological games.

Not to mention that Boss Yan is unprepared, even if he is facing a powerful enemy and is always vigilant, he may not be able to escape...

"Panic and dodge" and "flailing arms" are all for him to see. If he is not allowed to see, he will never see them.

For Chen Ping, the "Zang" technique is a clever move that is easy to fight; on the contrary, the body is like a dragon, rising and falling, circling the body and stabbing the neck, which is too difficult.

However, at least it was done, and the degree of completion was pretty good.

When my grandpa saw it, he would also praise it.

Seeing his elbows and armpits changing, Mr. Yan staggered to the ground after being struck by the attack. Only then did the tall and thin man three steps behind him react. He pulled out the half-length iron thorn from his waist and waved it wildly to rush forward.

Just after taking two steps, he jumped up with an "ouch" sound, jumped twice, fell to the ground on his head, and twitched wildly.

Chen Ping turned around and saw clearly.

I couldn't help but the corners of my eyes were beating wildly.

At the moment when the tall and thin man came forward with the iron thorn, his severed left hand had already taken the lead, rolled on the ground, grabbed the thin bamboo pole on the ground, and stabbed it out from bottom to top.

The bamboo pole was somewhere in the middle of the tall and thin man's buttocks, reaching a height of three feet.

What a "thousand-year killing" style!

No matter how fierce the tall and thin man is, it is obvious that he can no longer be cruel at this time.

The little table was so shocked by this series of events that it stopped reacting, with its mouth wide open; the little stool was not stunned, picked up half a brick, stepped forward, and sat on the tall and thin man, with his eyes closed and his mouth

He screamed and greeted the other person on the forehead.

"Call me eunuch, let you call me eunuch."

After hammering seven or eight times until the bricks shattered and fell, he opened his eyes. He found that the tall and thin man's entire face had been turned into a mess, and only his legs twitched from time to time, and soon became motionless.

The torch fell to the ground, gradually dimmed, and wisps of green smoke lingered...

In the dilapidated earth temple, only a few people were breathing heavily.

Of course, there is also the sound of the flower-faced boy's upper teeth gently clicking his lower teeth.

At this moment, there was a "bang" outside the door, as if something had been knocked down... Immediately afterwards, there was a series of footsteps, "dengdengdeng" hurriedly away.

"Someone actually followed me and didn't enter the temple."

Several people looked at each other, thinking they were in big trouble...
Chapter completed!