small country farmer

Chapter 427
"Hehe, boy, are you very attractive?"

The young man with the mustache was full of contempt, hiding behind those oriental warriors, he was very arrogant.

"Hmph, boy, if you hadn't been opportunistic when you were at the airport, do you think you would have succeeded?"

"Let me tell you, these adults are Dongyang Shennin. If you tell them their identities, you will be scared to death!"

"You'd better hand over the descendants of the Heavenly Empress obediently, otherwise... hehe, you're the one to look good."

The arrogance of the young man with the mustache became more and more arrogant, and from time to time he said a few words in the ear of the Japanese warrior.

I don't know what he said, but judging from the ferocious appearance of the group of oriental warriors.

Obviously not a good thing to say.

He has wicked eyebrows, a smug smile on his face, very arrogant, full of disdain and contempt.

"You, you're all dead!" The group of oriental samurai had a fierce look in their eyes, and they pulled out their samurai swords angrily, full of murderous intent.

Zhang Wei, his fellow villagers, and the members of the Mohist class were furious when they saw the Eastern warriors drawing their swords.

In an instant, there was a roar of cursing.

"Damn it, a group of short winter melons, get out of Zhangjiazhuang."

"Dog-mother-raised Japanese devil, get out of here!"

"Get out of Zhangjiazhuang!"

……

The people in the Mo family class were not far behind, with cold eyes and fists clenched tightly, they were ready to do it, and they were waiting for Mo Ying's order.

In the crowd, when Sun Jun saw this group of oriental warriors, his eyes shrank suddenly, and he obviously recognized them, so he couldn't help panicking.

At this moment, the mother next to Sun Jun grabbed Sun Jun's hand and held it tightly, her face was ugly and she was very nervous, as if she was afraid that Sun Jun would leave.

"Mom?" Sun Jun frowned and called softly.

The actions of both mother and son fell into Zhang Wei's eyes, and he seemed to be certain of something in his heart.

With a flash of light in his eyes, he swept towards the group of oriental warriors, a sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth, and he took a step forward with a very cold look on his face.

"I'll count to three, if you still don't leave, don't blame me for being rude to you."

"one!"

"Ah! Baga, it's dead, it's dead." However, before Zhang Wei could finish counting, one of the oriental warriors looked ferocious, with murderous intent in his eyes. To Zhang Wei.

"Haha, good job killing him." As the oriental warrior rushed out, the young man with the mustache suddenly cheered.

He looked at Zhang Wei coldly, with murderous intent, full of resentment and anger.

As early as when he was at the airport, he hated Zhang Wei to the core. At this moment, he looked at Zhang Wei as if he was looking at a dead person. He only thought that Zhang Wei was going to die, and laughed arrogantly.

On Zhang Wei's side, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light appeared in his eyes. He didn't see any aura coming out of him, and he walked towards the rushing oriental warrior like an ordinary person.

The villagers around were suddenly anxious, with worried expressions on their faces, for fear that something would happen to Zhang Wei.

The students in the Mohist class rarely had contact with Zhang Wei, so they didn't know Zhang Wei's strength at all.

Seeing Zhang Wei's behavior at this moment, he became anxious.

"Mr. Mo, he is clearly going to die."

"That's right, Mr. Mo, that devil has a knife in his hand, and his arm strength is also amazing. An ordinary person can't handle it at all. Can this person do it?"

"I'm so anxious, Mr. Mo, let me go, I'm sure I'll kill that devil with one punch."

……

A group of new students were anxious and asked for help.

But Mo Ying knew Zhang Wei's strength, and looked calm, not worried at all, and ignored the students' requests.

"Haha, boy, you are self-aware, obediently come and suffer death, and let this adult cut you a few times." The young man with the mustache had cold eyes and a sneer, full of disdain and contempt.

Zhang Wei didn't pay attention to his surroundings at all, his expression was very calm.

"Oh!"

Seeing the oriental samurai raise his sword and drop it, the cold samurai sword slashed at Zhang Wei's head fiercely.

But Zhang Wei was as stupid as he didn't even know how to dodge.

Everyone around dared not look at it, and the students in the Mohist class were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

And the young man with the mustache also laughed arrogantly, with an extremely ferocious expression on his face.

Seeing this scene, the group of oriental warriors laughed contemptuously.

however!
Just when the samurai sword was about to fall on Zhang Wei's head, Zhang Wei's mouth sneered and suddenly moved.

In the next second, a scream sounded instantly, extremely shrill.

Zhang Wei's eyes flashed brightly, and he quickly stretched out two fingers to firmly grasp the samurai sword cut by an oriental warrior.

Then, he flicked his two fingers suddenly, and the samurai sword dinged, and they were cut in two instantly.

Immediately, Zhang Wei let out a cold snort, his figure was like a ghost, and he came to the oriental warrior in an instant, with a creepy smile on his lips.

He raised his fist and slammed it hard on the face of the oriental warrior.

Then there was a series of sounds of bones breaking, and blood and broken teeth splashed everywhere.

The oriental samurai's nose collapsed directly, and the severe pain made him scream again and again.

Zhang Wei obviously had reservations, he didn't use the qi in his body at all, relying on strength alone.

Otherwise, with this punch, the oriental samurai might die suddenly on the spot.

After this set of movements, he was so smooth and smooth, so fast and precise, that everyone around him was completely shocked.

The smiles of Mustache and the Japanese warriors stopped abruptly, their expressions changed instantly, and their minds went blank.

And the extremely anxious students in the Mohist class suddenly shrank their eyes, their hearts were filled with horror, their minds were buzzing, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

As for the villagers, they all breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on their worried faces, and they cheered.

"Xiaowei! Xiaowei! Xiaowei..."

And Mustache and the group of oriental warriors suddenly burst into anger, their eyes were cold and full of murderous intent, and the monstrous murderous aura swept all directions.

With a roar, the Dongyang warriors all looked ferocious, raised their samurai swords, and rushed towards Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei frowned, his eyes full of murderous intent, and he spoke in a deep voice.

"Since you are looking for death, then stay here."

Then he waved his hand, and Mo Ying immediately understood, gave an order to Mo's class, and rushed out with everyone.

The students in the Mohist class were all extremely excited, their blood boiled, and they could finally show their fists.

In an instant, the scene was very chaotic, and the shouts and killings shook the sky, which was very spectacular.

Under Zhang Wei's command, the villagers dispersed and watched from a distance.

The Mohist class really lived up to its reputation, each student had sharp fists and feet, fierce attacks, and mastered the use of ancient martial arts with great proficiency.

Zhang Wei watched the battle from the sidelines without making a move. He nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the lively students in the Mohist class.

"You are doomed. How dare you offend Shinobi, one of the top ten organizations in the world. You are finished." During the scuffle, the young man with the mustache hid far away, but he still had a ferocious look on his face, and kept yelling.

A cold light flashed in Zhang Wei's eyes, and he locked on to him immediately.

However, just as he was about to grab the young man with the mustache, Xiaomei in the crowd suddenly stood up, looked at the mustache in disgust, and let out a coquettish snort.

"The dragon group is here, what is the Eastern Shinobi?"

Zhang Wei couldn't help looking at her. This was the first time Xiaomei had admitted her identity.

Just when the two looked at each other and smiled, the young man with the mustache suddenly let out an exclamation, followed by a very disdainful voice, which immediately attracted the attention of Zhang Wei and Xiaomei. "That's right, Dongyang Shennin is a ball. I, Dike, have been silent for three years, and it's time to come out of the rivers and lakes again. Otherwise, some low-level organizations will forget it."

I saw that a man suddenly appeared not far away, grabbed the mustache, raised his head, and looked at Zhang Wei with a smile on his face.

"Fourth, long time no see!"

Zhang Wei's expression was full of surprise, seeing the familiar figure, his face was filled with joy.

"Haha, you're finally willing to come out!"

This person is none other than the boss of Dike, Zhang Xinghuai!

(End of this chapter)