At the end of Shen time.

The afterglow of the sunset coats the village with a light layer of gold edges. According to the customs of the Shang Dynasty, it should be time for supper.

People in Shang Dynasty only eat two meals a day in the morning and evening, which is a custom.

But at this moment, the residents of Qiuhuanquan had no time to fill their dry belly. They gathered densely at the entrance of the village, both men, women, young and old, holding weapons, looking ahead half nervously and half fearfully.

The villagers are very close, as if this is the only way to bring them courage.

Ten feet away, twenty-six men riding horses of various colors were looking at nearly two hundred villagers with interest, just like wolves watching a group of elk trying to escape their minions.

"It is said that Qiu Huanquan is a tough folk. I didn't believe it at first, but I opened my eyes when I saw it today."

"I swept twenty-three towns in the area of ​​Muxun City. This is the first time I have encountered resistance. It's interesting and interesting!"

The speaker is a middle-aged man riding a white horse. He wore a sword on his waist, had yellow skin, thin eyes and long beards, and his hair was tied with silver hoops. Although he looked ordinary, he was elegant and looked a bit like a scholar.

His name is Ba Qingtian, and he is not a Confucian scholar, but a robber leader who is in the limelight recently.

Hearing his words, a bald man next to him, who was extremely burly, said in a muffled voice: "It's just a group of pussies. When I rush up and kill a few hard bones, these people will be timid."

"A good swimmer drowns in water, and a good fighter dies in swords. Aji, although your swordsmanship is good, your murderous aura is too strong. This is not good, not good!" Ba Qingtian shook his head and changed his mind, "Give them another chance. If you are still stubborn, kill them all..."

This is the real monster giant. Although he doesn't say anything about killing him on a daily basis, he will decide the life and death of two hundred people as soon as he opens his mouth.

Upon receiving the command from the leader, a young man holding a sword next to him said aloud: "Submit, you will pay one hundred silver for worship. We can keep you safe; otherwise, you will die! You will make your own decision in one stick of incense!"

The young man holding the sword sounded like a bell, and the sound waves directly overwhelmed the noisy and noisy sound of the two hundred villagers, making it possible to hear the needle at the entrance of the village for a moment.

After saying this, the young man's left wrist shook slightly, and a burning incense with Mars flew off the horse, accurately inserted into the soil.

Seeing the villagers looking at them with a hurry, sweat flowed out from the upright and upright village chief.

The village chief was named Li Dabao, but he liked others to call him the village chief. Over time, no one called him his real name.

One hundred and two silvers is almost the income added up by the villagers' hard work and hunting for half a year. Even if he wants to agree, the money will definitely not be fully collected.

After collecting the money, the villagers can only eat the northwest wind.

Don't agree?

Li Dabao shrank his neck, remembering that his face turned pale, his hands and feet trembled, and he was at a loss.

The quality of the burning incense was very good. A distance of ten feet, the faint fragrance was still drilling into his nose. However, seeing that the burning incense was almost about to bottom, the blood on his lips faded away, and his face was as yellow as wax.

The villagers were also worried and wanted to escape, but how could they run past each other's four legs?

The atmosphere in the field was like a pool of quagmire, causing people to slowly walk towards the abyss of suffocation and death.

The next moment, a long and unrestrained smile completely broke the deadlock.

"Hahaha... Just one hundred and two silvers is worth your big fight?"

A young man wearing a black tight leather hunting suit walked to the entrance of the village with a smile, standing between the villagers and the robbers intentionally or unintentionally.

Looking at his back, the villagers suddenly felt a little calm in their hearts in panic.

The visitor was Chen Shaobai.

Li Dabao, who was so embarrassed that he looked closely and felt as if he had caught a life-saving straw, and he felt unprecedented excitement and excitement in his heart.

At this moment, Li Dabao completely forgot how he secretly slandered Chen Shaobai in the previous month, and completely forgot how he encouraged Xiong Yingjie and others to force his marriage to Miao Yuqin.

Chen Shaobai ignored the ugly behavior of the villagers, and his gaze was only focused on the twenty-six riders in front of him.

These people are of different heights, fatness and thinness, but they all exude a sharp and sharp smell, carrying the increasingly familiar atmosphere of his body.

It is the breath of killing.

Each of the other party has more than one life on his hands.

But there is no turning back when the arrow is drawn. Since he has decided to help Qiuhuan Village overcome this difficulty, Chen Shaobai will never regret it.

After settling down his fiancée at home, he had already made up his mind. After finishing his friendship with the same village, he immediately took his fiancée to Muxi City and then ventured into the world.

Chen Shaobai narrowed his eyes, put his palm on the hilt of the sword, and stood upright like Ao Zhu in the wind.

"Who are you?" Ba Qingtian stroked his beard and stared at Chen Shaobai with his eyes tightly. His eyes were extremely bright. If he was seen by ordinary people like this, he would subconsciously turn his head away.

But Chen Shaobai has been practicing sword since he was sincere. He is full of energy and is not afraid, but looks back without showing any weakness: "Since I am passing by here, I cannot ignore it. As for my name, I don't know you have never heard of it."

"My name is Chen Shaobai, remember this name! It will resound throughout the entire Shang Dynasty in the future."

He acted like a playboy who had some small skills and thought he was unparalleled in the world - this is exactly the impression Chen Shaobai wanted to give the other party.

"Oh? I dare to ask where Chen Shaoxia came from and where he went?"

Ba Qingtian seemed to be intrigued, but he put aside the matter of offering silver and raised an inexplicable question.

"From wherever you come, go." Chen Shaobai blurted out subconsciously.

He suddenly realized that such a conversation was a bit stupid, shook his head, pulled out a thin piece of purple paper from his waist, shook it, and said, "Is this enough?"

Although Chen Shaobai's movements seemed relaxed and casual, he was very nervous, and a little moisture gradually emerged from the palm of his hand holding the hilt of the sword.

He knew that these powerful people collected sacrifices not just for money. If they wanted to force the other party to retreat, they could only create a general trend and make the other party mistakenly think that they were people with backgrounds, so that they could take advantage of the situation and get away with it.

In short, he is pretending.

If you can succeed, you will retreat to money. If you fail, you will fall into a situation where you face twenty-six strong men alone.

"From wherever you come, wherever you go... it's really a wonderful person!"

Ba Qingtian's eyesight was a bit outrageous. Even though he was several feet apart, he could still see the objects in Chen Shaobai's hand clearly.

"The silver notes of Wanjilou."

Looking at Chen Shaobai's ordinary black tight hunting suit and unmatched sword, a complex smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he tentatively speculated: "It turns out that the people from the Chen family in Muxi City."

Although my surname is Chen, I can't get any connection with the Muxi City of Laoshi.

Chen Shaobai secretly complained in his heart, but his waist and spine were straight.

He knew that the other party had regarded him as a rich young master who did not know the sufferings of the world, but he could not show his fear now. He had a sudden inspiration and followed the trend, hoping that the name of the Chen family could shock the other party.

"Muxi City Chen family? My mother-in-law, if we tied him up, wouldn't we be developed?"

The strong man named Aji touched his bald head and slapped his horse's head excitedly. The huge force directly pressed the good horse under his crotch to the ground.

This is true natural divine power.

"Bird! I've been really in love recently! I've met a fool!"

Hearing Aji's words, Chen Shaobai's pupils shrank slightly, drew out the long sword and looked ahead.

Although the other party has a large number of people, Chen Shaobai has Qi therapy to help him. As long as he avoids injuries that will lead to instant death, he may not be able to win.

"bring it on!"

When one person fought against the twenty-six cavalry, Chen Shaobai suddenly felt aura in his chest, and he was quite imposing that even though he had tens of millions of people, he would go there.

"Hahaha……"

"It is rare that such a talent can be produced in the wealthy family. If he is tied up, his spirit will be ruined. This is not good, not good!" Ba Qingtian shook his head, and the thick black beard flew in the wind, and the tone changed: "Aji, go and play with this young Chen. If he can persist in the ten moves, the Qiu Huanquan member will not need to accept it."

"Ten moves... I'll kill such a little guy with one sword." The bald man yelled and jumped down from the horse's back.

At this time, Chen Shaobai truly saw the other party's strengths clearly.

The other party was wearing shiny light armor, carrying a four-foot-long giant sword, eight feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his muscles were bulging like a hill. He had a rough jade ring on his thumb, and his arms were as thick as ordinary hunters' thighs.

He is as big as two or three adults.

Although the other party had never taken action, Chen Shaobai subconsciously believed that even Xiong Yingjie, who had been killed by him, seemed not as good as this bald man.

When the bald man walked less than one meter away from him, Chen Shaobai shook the sword in his hand and said, "I'm talking too much, be careful of my tongue being broken by the wind."

“Huh?”

Seeing that Chen Shaobai did not show any timidity, but instead became more warlike, the bald strong man took out a super long giant sword more than four feet from behind, and opened his mouth and smiled: "Interesting guy! Remember my name: Dian Ji."

"Note, I'm going to take action!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the super-long giant sword was held in Dianji's hand, and it smashed Chen Shaobai's head like a sledgehammer.

The strong wind blew from the giant sword rolled back the fallen leaves, with a strong and cool smell.

In front of such a fierce and fierce sword, even the specialty golden-skinned beef in Fengzhou, which is known for its strong vitality, cannot support a single encounter.

The only way to face such a sword is to retreat.

But no matter how fast Chen Shaobai is, how can he be faster than the sword that has been unsheathed?

All the villagers present seemed to have seen the scene of him dying under the sword.
Chapter completed!