Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 590 The first battle with a martial arts master ([-])

"What the hell! Huo Dou's grandson is really capable of tossing around, he was finally killed~"

After putting down a compound bow with a pulley in his hand, so that the bow strength reached one stone and one fight, Hu Biao finally had the confidence to curse.

If it was changed to before, someone told him that there is a human being who can be shot by more than a dozen old birds in the team.

Only relying on their own continuous dodging, they actually consumed three miniature rounds and fifty or sixty arrows before and after, before they were successfully killed.

Such an unscientific thing, but he would not believe it even if he was killed.

But after going through today's battle, he finally knew what it means to have people beyond people and mountains beyond mountains.

It also successfully accepted the fact that the first-class masters in the martial arts world are more powerful than big animals in terms of vitality.

You know, AT and Yang Zaixing were at Xiaoshangqiao back then, although when cleaning the battlefield afterwards, two buckets of arrows were pulled from their corpses.

But it was entirely because of the thick and high-quality armor they were wearing, and the fact that they were shot with many arrows after their death.

It's not the same idea as Huo Dou's situation of wearing common clothes and then carrying twenty arrows before dying, okay?

For a moment, thinking of the process of this field, he couldn't help feeling emotional.

After sighing, Hu Biao first lit a sand cigarette for himself.

He took two puffs to calm down, and then rolled up his sleeves; he spit into his hand with a 'Bah~', and rubbed his hands twice.

Like an old man working in the fields, he walked towards Huo Dou's body.

This is to quickly see if there is any secret book of "Dragon Elephant Wisdom Skill" on Huo Dou.

This posture is like the situation in an online game where a group kills the boss, and then he, the group leader, goes to touch the equipment on the boss.

In the end, he took two or three steps, and an arm was placed on his shoulder, holding him back.

Looking back, I found that it was the teammate who was the teammate, and said to him with a serious face: "Old Hu, be careful that this grandson is pretending to be dead."

"No way, can you survive like this?" Hu Biao muttered after hearing the words.

In the plot of the original novel, Huo Dou was fighting for the head of the beggar gang, but he couldn't beat others pretending to be dead, but he still remembered it.

The point is, the guy lying on the ground now has fifteen or six arrows stuck in his back, which looks like a porcupine from a distance.

It would be a bit of nonsense to say that he is still alive.

If science is not respected, the coffin of Niu Dashen will be lifted.

However, in the spirit of sailing for ten thousand years carefully, Hu Biao greeted everyone after a puff of smoke came out of his nostrils:
"Forget it, let's walk the rivers and lakes with the word 'steady' first, and everyone will shoot Huo Dou, the grandson~"

Amidst such a greeting, although everyone didn't take it seriously, they still shot their bows and arrows one after another; they were ready to shoot another arrow at a deadly target, preferably a direct headshot.

Immediately afterwards, a scene that stunned everyone, including the proposer of Que Zheng:

Logically speaking, Huo Dou, who was already dead on the ground, jumped up and killed them with a complex expression full of grief, anger, depression, and unwillingness.

Then, there were more than thirty arrows on this guy.

The most important thing is that the skull was also directly pierced by three arrows, so it could only fall to the ground. This time it was absolutely dead...

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A handful of huizi circulated on the north and north roads of Jinghu Lake, that is, silver notes similar to jiaozi, have a total of more than [-] coins, large and small.

A turquoise necklace, a jewel-encrusted belt, and a short knife.

There are a total of five or six small bottles, filled with various powders of unknown function, and balls.

A gold ingot, a small bag of broken silver and copper coins, some pretty good quality pearls and jade, a scorched, red and swollen human skin mask full of uneven scars.

The above are all the things that Hu Biao pulled out of the dead Huo Dou.

In general, even in the mission world, this pile of things can be worth tens of thousands of pennies; that human skin mask is even more rare.

Taken together, it is definitely a valuable fortune.

But the point is, Commander Hu Biao of the dignified Xuange Battalion, is he a person who is short of this?
What he lacks now is "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu", a kind of kung fu that doesn't require aptitude, and can be cultivated by just relying on water grinding kung fu, okay?

After kicking Huo Dou with great disappointment, Hu Biao cursed angrily:
"You don't have any cheats with you. Your mother told me earlier that grandpa will leave you a way to survive. So if your grandson is not dead, who will die?"

It was completely ignored. As soon as they came out, they swarmed up and started to fight, seemingly not giving each other a chance to speak at all.

And when it came to such a time, even though it took so much writing to describe it, in fact, it was only seven or eight minutes since Huo Dou broke out and injured Lu Youjiao and the other three.

What Xu Shi encountered today was really too shocking and outrageous.

Under the violent turbulence of his mind, Lu Youjiao finally came to his senses at such a time.

Originally unable to even stand up, he could only sit slumped on the ground, but while struggling to get up, he said gratefully:
"The beggar gang is Lu Youjiao, thanks to all the heroes who came out to help.

Not only did he kill the shameless thief Huo Du, but he also saved the old beggar's life; I don't know the names of the heroes, please let me know.

Now please help me, all heroes, to return us to Xiangyang City. "

Seeing this, Hu Biao hurriedly stepped forward to support Lu Youjiao, making him sit on the ground without getting up.

Originally, I wanted to ask Feng Rui to come over to help Lu Youjiao treat the wound first; at this moment, the singer in charge of watching the wind suddenly shouted:
"Old Hu, there are people coming from Xiangyang City. There are twelve or three people in the group. They should be members of the beggar gang."

After hearing such a sentence, Hu Biao naturally knew that he could not stay here for long.

Because Yang Guo had kept the process of preparing the three gifts for Guo Xiang from Guo Jing and others, if he went to the city and made a fuss, if it affected the mission, wouldn't it be the end of the game.

Therefore, although Hu Biao really wanted to see what Guo Jing and Guo Daxia looked like for the country and the people.

That pretty Huang Rong was so pretty, it cost an old SP like Ouyang Ke his life in vain.

He even thought about it a long time ago, let Huang Rong prepare a few delicate side dishes, such as "mandarin duck five-steamed stew", "good soup" and so on, and serve them a drink.

In the end, due to the needs of the mission, I still let go of these expectations, and said to Nalu Youjiao seriously:

"Lord Lu, I still have some important things to do. Since your disciples have arrived, I will take my leave first. I think I will see you later when I have time."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the horse spear that was on the ground, beckoned everyone to the place where the horse was hidden, and hurriedly started to evacuate.

After the group of them walked twenty or thirty steps, Nalu Youjiao shouted again: "Heroes, you haven't left your names yet."

After hearing this sentence, Hu Biao said without turning his head: "We are all from the Xuange camp. I am the leader of the gang, Hu Biao. I was nicknamed 'Blood Hand Rentu'~"

"Bloody hand slaughter? Master Hu's hands are ruthless, this nickname is also appropriate~"

After hearing the words, Lu Youjiao couldn't help muttering something in his mouth, and after thinking of something next, he yelled out another sentence:
"Here are the other heroes of the Xuan Ge Battalion, so what is their name, so that the old beggar can remember the life-saving grace of today."

Then, in the back of the group of trots, which were getting farther and farther away, another voice sounded:
"The gunslinger old black..."

"Iron Sword God Hou Yu Hanfeng..."

"Fat, fat mantis Huang Yizhi..."

In the end, when the last name came down, those figures completely disappeared from Lu Youjiao's sight; it was very important to brush off his clothes and leave a name by the way...

(Well, the nicknames of Lao Hei and Yu Hanfeng were chosen by myself, and other team members who have ideas, please contact me with their nicknames, and you can leave a message here.

If you really want me to play, don't cry then; anyway, Fat Mantis Huang Daxia has been crying in the toilet for a long time. )
(End of this chapter)