Chapter 8: Holding Your Eyes (Part 1)

The big yellow dog is Zhao Ping's beloved dog. He can see Qin Yiren and the others tightly. The big yellow dog has done a lot of effort. How could Zhao Ping bear it when he smelled the scent of dog meat? He was evil from the side of his courage, and anger came from his heart. He must settle the score with Qin Yiren.

"Sir, maybe it wasn't Qin Yiren?" The little official in red knew the importance of the big yellow dog to Zhao Ping. He left with anger. If Qin Yiren was killed, it would be a serious crime.

The State of Zhao kept Qin Yiren and refused to kill it. It was not that Zhao did not want to kill it, but that he wanted to stay as a punching bag to let Pingyuan Jun vent. If Zhao Ping killed Qin Yiren, he would definitely make Pingyuan Jun furious.

"Hmph!" Zhao Ping snorted coldly, smiled sinisterly, and said, "What if it wasn't for him? Even if it wasn't for him, I'll take it to him, and I have to settle the account with him."

Zhao Ping tried every means to torture Qin Yiren, and he had to do something if he had nothing to do, let alone such a thing, how could he miss it?

"Let's go!" Zhao Ping rushed to Qin Yiren's hut in anger and kicked the door away.

"Who?" Qin Yiren's confused voice came from the room. Zhao Ping looked at it and saw Qin Yiren sleeping soundly, with a sleepy look on his face, half open and half closed, looking at him.

"Qin Yiren, what good thing you did, you dare to kill my Dahuang and eat his meat." Zhao Ping pointed at Qin Yiren and cursed: "There are no good people in the tiger and wolf Qin people. I can't spare you. I want you to die, I want you to die!"

"That's all? It's quite fragrant." Qin Yiren stretched, yawned, and said lazily: "It will make people feel happy and have a long life."

Even if Qin Yiren refuses to admit this, it is useless. Not to mention losing a dog, even if he loses a dog hair, Zhao Ping has to settle the score with Qin Yiren.

"You... it was you who did it! Fight me! Kill this tiger, wolf, Qin people." Zhao Ping was originally a little doubtful. Is the big yellow dog killed by Qin Yiren, but he didn't expect Qin Yiren to admit it. His anger jumped three thousand feet like a raging flame, and rushed towards Qin Yiren like a mad dog.

He clasped his hands into fists, and tried too hard, and the back of his hands turned blue. He looked at Qin Yiren with anger, as if he was about to swallow Qin Yiren alive.

"Who dares to touch the young master?" At this moment, a thunderous sound rang out.

Meng Zhao jumped out of the house like a leopard, and shouted loudly from afar, like thunder, very powerful and terrifying.

Meng Zhao was a Qin army soldier. He had slept in the pile of dead people and bathed in blood. He had countless heads cut, with murderous aura and a fierce aura. In the past, he was too hungry to lose his strength and could not release his aura. Now, he had a full meal of dog meat and had the strength to let go. Once this aura was released, he was like a god of killing.

"You..." Zhao Ping saw it and couldn't help but be shocked. His body rushed forward stopped involuntarily.

"Zhao Ping, you are so brave, you dare to be rude to the young master!" Ma Gai and Fan Tong also jumped in, their eyes widened, their eyes were like swords and swords, looking at Zhao Ping, like hunters looking at prey.

Zhao Ping is just a minor official and can only bully ordinary people. Magai Fan Tong and other figures who roll on the battlefield really don’t take him seriously. In Magai and Fan Tong’s eyes, Zhao Ping is just a flea, and can be killed with just one slap.

Zhao Ping's momentum was slumped, and he took a step back and found that he was at a disadvantage. This was too embarrassing. He was besieged by Qin Yi for several years. When was he so inferior? When was he suppressed by weak guys like Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong?

"Come on, beat me hard!" Zhao Ping made a move and ordered the red-clothed lieutenant to take action.

"Tiger, wolf, Qin people, die!" The red-clothed official roared and rushed up like a tiger down the mountain. He waved his fists and fought at Meng Zhao and the others.

"Good come!" Meng Zhao twisted his neck, made a sound of joint friction, cheered, and waved his fists to meet him.

Although Meng Zhao had not practiced martial arts for three years, his skills were not as good as before, and it was not something that the red-clothed officials could resist. He punched a firmly on the nose of a red-clothed officials. A crisp sound of bone shattering sounded. The red-clothed officials screamed: "My nose, my nose!"

The nosebleeds flowed, and the face was full of blooming.

One red-clothed official suffered a loss, and the other red-clothed official did not dare to be too big. He lined up and rushed up, taking care of each other. Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong could not take advantage.

Although Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong are very good at playing skills, they have not practiced martial arts for three years. How much combat power can they have left?

Furthermore, for the past three years, they have not had enough food and clothing, and have suffered all the torture. Their body has long been worse than before. It is a miracle to survive, and their combat power will be even lower.

If they were in their heyday, any of them would be enough to crush these red-clothed officials. Now, it would be great if the tiger is in the plains and the dog is bullied by a dog.

"Young Master, go quickly." Hei Bo and Moer were awakened and rushed over. Seeing that the situation was not good for them, they wanted to protect Qin Yiren and escape.

However, to their surprise, Qin Yiren lifted his robe, tied his waist, waved his fists and rushed towards Zhao Ping: "Zhao Ping, I said, I will not spare you."

"Hmph!" Zhao Ping sneered, not taking Qin Yiren seriously at all. Others don't understand Qin Yiren, but he doesn't understand Qin Yiren? He is just a young man. He doesn't like martial arts and fights. His skills are extremely different. Isn't he going to die when he rushed up?

"Qin Yiren, die!" Zhao Ping shook his fist and was about to smash Qin Yiren's face.

Zhao Ping's fist was very big, like a vinegar bowl, while Qin Yiren's fist was very small, and he could see that his bones were not fleshy, and he was still light and could tell that he had no strength at a glance. If the two of them met, ten Qin Yiren would not be opponents.

"Young Master, no!" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Moer were very anxious and hurriedly reminded him loudly, and they were about to rush up to save him.

"puff!"

To everyone's surprise, Qin Yiren opened his mouth and the boss vomited thick phlegm at Zhao Ping.

Spit? The prince and his grandson actually spit in a fight. If you want to say it out, it won’t make people laugh at me? Meng Zhao and his friends’ faces are hot.

If he was vomited, he would definitely become a laughing stock. Zhao Ping had to let him go. As soon as he turned his head, Qin Yiren rushed up quickly, lifted his right foot and kicked him hard into Zhao Ping's crotch.

"Ah!" A shocking scream sounded, Zhao Ping's face turned blue, his nose and eyes squeezed into a ball, his face twisted, and he bent down in pain, covering his crotch desperately.

"I want to let you know why the flowers are so red!" Qin Yiren had no intention of being ruthless, and punched Zhao Ping's right hand firmly.

Although his punch was not strong enough and failed to break Zhao Ping's nose bridge, it made his nose bleeding. Zhao Ping's face turned into a big blurred face.

"The cymbals, clocks, dings, drums, gongs, gongs, gongs, and gongs... sounded together!" Qin Yiren became even more happy, and his hands came to touch the winds and hit Zhao Ping's ears.

Zhao Ping only felt his ears ringing, as if the gongs and drums in his ears were roaring, and his whole body was shaking and unstable.

"When will this young master be so able to fight?"

"Young master is a veteran in fighting. This move is very familiar, but it is a bit humble... despicable."

Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Moer saw it and were shocked in their hearts. Not to mention anything else, just looking at Qin Yiren's skillfulness in taking action, you can tell that he is a veteran of fighting and has fought a lot.

Not to mention, the things he did were all about the human body's vitals, and he was extremely despicable and was only picking up the ground that he could not beat.

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