The old man held a dark medium-sized gun, sneered again and again, and said: "I don't believe that my arrows can't kill people."

thump!

Wuying's face was filled with unwillingness, and he staggered forward two steps, then fell to the ground with a thud.

Tang Bandi suddenly stopped when he was halfway through the rush, walked to Wuying, carefully tested it, and touched his chest with his hand. After confirming that he was dead and couldn't work any harder, he smiled.

He looked at the old man curiously and said, "How's it going? I'm pretty good at making waves with this move, right?"

"My move to fish in troubled waters is just right."

"If I didn't reveal my strength first and then attract his attention, how would you have the chance to shoot him?"

"If my arrow skills are not accurate and the penetration power is not enough, I'm afraid you will be beaten into a pig's head right now."

"We haven't fought yet, how do we know the outcome?"

"Do you still need to beat me? Can I know how much you weigh?"

"Then how much do I weigh?"

The two people, who had cooperated tacitly just now, looked at each other with disgust, and then turned away.

Tang Bandit pulled Xiaopang up from the ground, helped to wipe the dust off his buttocks, and said complainingly: "It's not like you don't know your abilities, why do you have to rush in front every time? What if someone gets hurt?

What to do? Do you know how dangerous that sword strike just now was?"

"I know." Little Fatty smiled honestly, letting Tang Bandit nag in his ears.

"You do this even though you know it? Are you stupid?"

"Brother, I'm not stupid." Xiaopang looked at Tang Bandit with a smile and said: "I know you are better than me, but I have a lot of brute strength. We don't know if these new people are strong, so

..."

"So you want to take the lead for me and test their depth with a few hammers?"

Xiaopang nodded shyly and said, "I also thought about smashing him to death...but I didn't succeed."

Tang Bandit patted Xiaopang's shoulder hard and said, "Don't do this kind of thing again, it's too dangerous. Have you forgotten our family rules?"

"Brother, I will remember it."

"Recite it again."

"Fight if you win, and run if you can't."

"Yes, you have to be flexible. Look at the cooperation between me and your brother just now... it was perfect and impeccable." The old man came over with the giant sword in his arms and said proudly: "Just come here.

Little Grandmaster, both of us can kill him."

"I'm stupid and can't learn." Xiaopang told the truth.

The old man sighed, touched the little fat man's head, and said, "That's true."

Then he wiped the hand that touched the little fat man's head on the little fat man's clothes in disgust, and said angrily: "It's time for you to wash your hair too...the oil on your head is better than what I just ate."

The barbecue also needs oil..."

"Hehehehe...wait for the big brother to wash it first, and then I will wash it after the big brother has finished washing it." Xiaopang said with a smile.

"Fool!"

The old man cursed.

Fenghuang, who had just killed Wufeng, came over, his eyes playfully flicking over the faces of Bandit Tang and the old man, not even sparing the little fat man sitting on the ground.

Sure enough, there is no good person in the old land.

"Sister Phoenix..." Xiaopang took the initiative to greet her.

The old man tugged on the little fat man's arm and asked, "Are you full?"

The little fat man felt it carefully and said, "I'm eighty percent full."

"Come on, let's go eat. Only when we are full will we have the strength to fight."

"Are we going to fight?" Xiaopang was shocked.

He doesn't like to be disturbed when eating, as it will interrupt his flowing rhythm.

"What if someone comes to attack us? Be prepared," the old man said.

Xiaopang thought it made sense. It was idle anyway, so he might as well go and eat something.

Fenghuang stared into Tang Bandi's eyes and said in a faint voice: "Mr. Tang Bandit, won't you give me an explanation?"
Chapter completed!