Back to the old man's house who was asking for water, from a distance, the dilapidated small thatched hut was surrounded by dozens of bandits.

"Old man, the smart ones will come out to surrender and live a few more years." The leading man said loudly, "If we force our brothers to rush in, it will be hard to say how many pieces of the time will be chopped into."

The response to him is...whoosh!

The curtains fluttered, and an arrow shot out from the house, hitting the man's face directly, but he pushed it away with a knife.

It is obvious that Uncle Wang is not the one who can be controlled by others.

"Bah, if you don't want to eat toast, brothers, come on!" the big man shouted.

"Boss, this..." The minion next to him showed hesitation.

Are these bandits still afraid of Mr. Wang?

I looked again and found that dozens of animal traps were arranged around the yard. These were just in the clear eyes, and it was hard to say how many there were in secret.

After all, the old man has lived in this fierce place for decades. If he didn’t have some self-protection methods, how could he get what he is today?

I saw that there were a few bandits who covered their heads and legs, and they looked painful, and probably suffered a loss from the trap.

"Go to me, meow." The big man cursed, "Everyone is as stupid as a pig. I didn't let you go to the trap. I'm stupid to use a stick to explore the way!"

"Oh." The minions suddenly realized that those with sticks used sticks and those without sticks turned the spear over as sticks, and at the same time sneaked into the hospital from several directions.

"Be careful, be careful of the cold arrows." The big man reminded again.

"I understand...Ouch!"

A minion was shot in his eye by a cold arrow.

I watched the farce quietly in the distance, and thought about the strength comparison between the enemy and us.

The great Han Dynasty was able to develop sixty-five meridians, and he was considered a master. No wonder he was able to be domineering in places like Xijiuzhou where mountains and rivers are dangerous and evil, and tigers lie in hiding dragons.

In addition to this leader, there are two other leaders, all of whom are good at erections and more than thirty meridians.

Below the leader, all of them are those who have developed more than ten meridians.

If such a formation is placed in Yuanzhou, a medium-sized gang can be established.

But in Xijiuzhou, they could only be bandits.

This is naturally because Xi Kyushu borders desperate situations, risks and opportunities coexist, and there are many experts than the south.

But why didn't they just go to the south?

I don't know the real reason, but I can guess it.

First of all, if they really go to the south, as we all know, although Bridge River Dragon is very powerful, it is also the one that has been suppressed the most. Whether it is Qizhou or Yuanzhou, even if the low-end combat power is not as good as Xijiuzhou, once people from other regions cross the border to cause trouble, they will naturally have high-end combat power to settle it.

Secondly, if you leave your territory, you will not only lose many connections and resources, but also lose the "opportunities" that coexist with risks just now.

Finally, if possible, who would be willing to leave his hometown? Even though as a group of bandits, they are no longer homeless.

As the gossip was about to come, I couldn't help but sigh.

With the strength of this group of people...

Let them win with both hands and feet!

Don’t rush to come forward, and then make a brilliant debut when things develop at critical moments, so that our Jiuzhou Flying Eagle can be shown.

After a few more incense sticks, the minions finally found the door of the hut and were about to break into the door.

Seeing them all look timid and facing a great enemy, it is really annoying and funny.

"I'm still waiting for the root hair, rushing." The leader big man roared.

"Brother, if there are still traps inside..." a minion stammered.

"Then you go to the thunder for me!" The leader big man kicked the minion and kicked the door.

There was a creaking sound - it turned out that the door was not locked, and the minion rolled into the room.

Woo... Woo...

The door swayed back and forth, making a harsh "shenyin" sound.

The bandits all held their breath and listened to the movements in the house.

Click!

The door made of thin wooden boards shattered inch by inch. The minion just now flew out like a rabbit and hit the ground hard. Because the remnant had not yet disappeared, he slid out two or three feet away again... After a series of crisp sounds, several animal traps had been nailed to his body.

This feeling is like eating the unripe green-pickled orange tangerine, which tastes sour and refreshing.

Look, I guessed right, Uncle Wang really has two brushes.

Then could he be a top master in the hidden world?

This is not like. Although I haven't carefully investigated it, I vaguely sensed that the old man's cultivation level is only between the 30 and 40 meridians, which is enough to cause some trouble to these bandits, but in the end I can't beat them.

"Let me go!" The leader and the Han gave the order.

What to put?

Whoosh swish swish swish.

The minions took out round objects from behind and threw them into the house one after another.

Bang bang bang bang.

It turned out that they were all clay pots, which would be broken as soon as they were smashed.

Without looking, I can guess what is in the jar - it must be something like tinea oil.

Wait, if it's really tincture oil, why wait until now to throw it away?

If they want to set fire, they will have thatched huts and huts here, just throw a torch and it will be done. There is no need to waste more than a dozen of good clay pots.

It seems that the stuff in the clay pot is not simple.

I'm patiently waiting.

After several breaths, a large number of snakes, insects, rats and ants ran out of the house. These little creatures kept drilling out from the door, windows, wall cracks, and holes, as if something was chasing behind them.

So magical?

The leader, the big man, pulled the towel tied around his neck, covered his mouth and nose, and said in a deep voice: "Brothers, if he doesn't come out, we will rush in!"

Oh, it turns out it's poisonous gas.

Of course, it is hard to say which type and the degree of poison gas it is.

The dust here is very smokey, and with the fact that they are bandits, masked towels are naturally standard. Everyone immediately blocked their faces and prepared to start a massacre.

When I saw this situation, I thought it would be easy to have accidents if I waited any longer, so I should take action as soon as possible.

But at this moment, the roof of the thatched hut suddenly burst open, and green mist spread all over the sky. A figure in the house soared into the sky and rotated at high speed in the air, which instantly triggered a small tornado wind, absorbing all the green mists.

I was shocked.

Such a shocking thing is definitely not something that can be achieved by merely thirty or forty meridians.

Could it be that I really misunderstood the truth? This Uncle Wang is indeed a peerless master who is hidden in his eyes?

Just as I was surprised, the whirlwind slowly stopped, and a figure slowly fell down. He gently tapped the ground with his toes, causing waves of air to the surroundings.

I couldn't help but widen my eyes.

It really took a look!

This hero who has a domineering spirit and is threatening the world as soon as he appears, is the guy who just now had a table for dinner!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!