(PS: Explain the system’s problems. For a long time, everyone felt that the system was helping the protagonist achieve hegemony for free and selflessness, and then retired. Then Chunfeng did not play according to common sense, and you will know later.)

Nanping County was originally green forests, and people gathered in the rivers and lakes, and it felt normal to see the fight against the rivers and lakes. On the street, young people hurried past, stepping on the water and mud that had not yet dried, splashing with splashes of water. His body was light and sensitive, and he slipped through the gaps. Behind him, the fastest-handed Toutuo had to throw away the person blocking the road and sprint wildly. The remaining monks and the fighting man with black hair exposed had to follow closely behind. With a wide and ferocious body shape, no one dared to go up to provoke them.

The young man waited at the gate of the city and bumped into a peddler. He quickly helped him pick up the scattered goods. He quickly said "sorry" words, then got up and left, and went straight to a forest on the left side of the official road. The peddler cursed and shouted at the back of the young man. The three rash men who chased him also knew the direction of the other party's journey and followed them all the way.

After scolding people, the peddler carried a load to the nearby village. On the way, he met a beggar who was begging and threw half of the steamed buns he had eaten, "Eat slowly, there is no third 'person' to grab you."

The beggar looked around nervously, took the half of the bun in his mouth and ran away.

....

"Yan Xiaoyi - If you have a genital, you can stop."

The rough and hoarse roar made Yan Qing, who was still running, stop. There was no weapon available in his coarse cloth clothes. He turned around and chased the three people behind him, and politely clasped his fists: "Brother Wu Song, Master Lu, Brother Tie Niu, don't be fine."

"Bah." Li Kui held the axe and grinned, "Who is your brother to you? I will give my brother Gongming the fate."

He raised his axe and was about to rush over, but a big hand pressed on his shoulder. Lu Zhishen stepped forward, "Iron Niu is at ease, wait for the Sa family to ask him a few words, it's not too late to kill him."

"Then let this bird live for a while." Li Kui looked at Yan Qing angrily and turned aside.

The principle says that the flower monk Lu Zhishen is jealous of evil and has an impatient temper, but after the change of Liangshan, people have become calm and not so impatient and reckless. Looking at the former brothers, they are not in a hurry to kill them. "Xiao Yi, please ask you, how can you live in the court be at ease?"

"How can I not feel at ease?"

Yan Qing didn't want to continue to say more, but just said simply: "It's better to have a feeling of losing your family in your heart. Since I met you in this small place, I'm going to fight or kill you, Xiao Yi will follow, don't talk about the past."

"Okay, I'll make you happy."

Wu Song, who had not spoken, suddenly held his sword tightly, stepped on his feet, and quickly retreated into the distance, rushed towards the other party, and a knife opened, and the sound of breaking through the air was heard. At that moment, Yan Qing bent down, stood up, and threw it out. The sound of breaking the wind was already heard. The sparks exploded on the blade that was being cut. In a blink of an eye, his figure shot out like a cannonball, rushing towards Wu Song who had swayed a little.

When Yan Qing was on Liangshan, he had no ability to wrestle sumo wrestle for a moment. At this time, he approached and pushed the hilt of the knife that had been cut. He suddenly paused to the ground, and threw the hand that was pushing the hilt of the opponent's knife slanted, immediately threw Wu Song, who could not hold back his strength, and took the opportunity to snatch a single knife from his hand.

Lu Zhishen and Li Kui, who were on the side, also moved in an instant at this moment, dancing a heavy iron Zen stick. "Ah—" roared angrily, swept the wide sleeves and swept across. Li Kui rushed over from the right side, approached him, hung his two axes left and right, and cut across—

Yan Qing was light and weak. Even if he had weapons on his hand, he would fight against these two people. His steps were very fast and he quickly opened the distance between the two people. In an instant, a knife came from behind, and he could not dodge. Yan Qing blocked his back with a knife, and a loud bang, with a huge force. Even if he blocked the blade, the force suddenly made him stagger forward a few steps.

Just so happened that the Zen staff and axe chopped over him in front of him...

"Kill him-"

Li Kui's eyes showed fierce light, his arm muscles were tangled, and he slashed violently. In an instant, a loud noise suddenly broke out, sparks burst out, and the Zen staff and the axe collided. The figure rolled and pounced from below and escaped from the gap between them. Then he paused his feet and turned around and waved the knife, and the blade transformed into a cold light of half a month in the air.

Monk Lu waved his Zen stick and pressed his tail over. The crescent branch pinched the opponent's sword force in the middle, blocking the opponent's sword force. Then his thick arms turned the staff body, and rushed over with a dazzling look, with great force. Yan Qing left the sword force, lowered his head, and the tree body behind him burst out with a hole of about an inch, and wood chips flew.

The force... Yan Qing was slightly shocked, and then he heard several sounds of "stepping" from the side and walked over very quickly. He turned around and a blade magnified in his sight. Subconsciously, his body shrank back and blocked the knife. The knife that was coming like a shocking geek made a loud bang. Yan Qing's entire arm was numb and his mouth burst. Then he flew backwards with the knife and rolled on the ground twice.

The tip of the knife moved down and stepped on Yan Qing's body with one foot. Wu Song asked him sternly: "What else do you have to say?"

"Just Yi has nothing to say."

Yan Qing leaned on the ground and stopped resisting. The man in front of him could even beat him to death. Naturally, he couldn't get it if he was subdued. He just said weakly: "However, Xiao Yi still advised his brothers to leave here quickly, the farther he could, the better."

"What? Are those eagle dogs already coming?" Li Kui rushed over and shouted furiously: "It just so happened that my Tie Niu killed them to avenge my brother Gongming."

Perhaps it was because of the injury, Yan Qing closed his eyes and closed his eyes and said, "No, the spy from the East Factory was also killed yesterday. There are still third forces hiding in the city, wanting to catch all the heroes of the East Factory and the Green Forest in one place."

"I don't care whether what you said is true or not, kill you first-" Li Kui raised his axe and was about to cut it down.

Suddenly—Yusheng Qingzha came from deeper into the woods, and then sighed, "You should listen to him."

"who--"

Lu Zhishen shouted angrily and looked up. A man walked out of the deep forest, wearing a blue shirt, without any need, holding a ruqin in his hand. In the forest, the wind came over and brushed past the man's blue shirt. On the piano, the white fingertips trembled, the string sound trembled, and with a buzzing sound, a leaf broke into two pieces in their sight.

The wind in the forest was still nagging, and Wu Song and the other two couldn't help but be afraid of that person. The skill he just showed was already the best in internal martial arts. If it was just one person, it would be fine. If this person dared to come alone, he would probably have accomplices nearby.

Behind them.

The rustling sound of leaves stomping, the same person walked over. A yellow fan was hung on his shoulders as he was wearing a bust, a black soap boot under his feet, and a sharp face, and the four swords behind the man were particularly eye-catching.

"I didn't expect to see four people from Liangshan here, tsk~" The man waved his arms lazily, laughing on his face, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Li Kui raised his axe and stepped forward, shouting: "Grandpa is Li Kui from Liangshan's 'black whirlwind'. He is afraid that you will not succeed. He has the will to report your bird's name."

The man in green who was holding a huqin gently tweaked the strings of the piano, closed his eyes and sighed: "The god of despair - Chen Yan. (bian)"

The man with a sharp face with a sword chuckled twice, shook lightly, and a sword chuckled out of the sheath and fell into his hand. The sword energy was full, "I call it 'Huang Fan God' Zhuo Wanli"

The momentum spreads, and the birds are flying around.

At this time, the sunlight after the rain finally shone down, and fell on the ground through the gaps in the forest.

Lu Zhishen put the Zen staff on the ground and went half a foot deep. He pulled off the monk's robe, his muscles opened angrily, and shouted: "What god--"

"From the perspective of the Sa family, the god of fart!"
Chapter completed!