I became immortal in the world of low martial arts

Chapter 52

"boom!"

Zhu Xiaowu punched hard, punched forward, and collided with a strong bald man opposite him.

The bald man in black was repelled by him, his fists were red and swollen, making a crisp sound.

But Zhu Xiaowu's situation is also not optimistic.

The huge shock force, along the arm bones, spread to the chest and lungs, affecting the injuries from the previous battle, and a fishy-sweet smell full of rust rushed up the throat.

But Zhu Xiaowu swallowed it abruptly.

He took two steps back, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and he stared at the three people in front of him like a dying beast.

Anyone can see.

At this time, Zhu Xiaowu was at the end of his strength.

But the three of them were not in a hurry to attack, but spread out faintly, forming an equilateral triangle, enclosing Zhu Xiaowu in it.

The more it gets to this time, the more you can't worry.

They must be patient and slowly consume the enemies in front of them, so that they can enjoy the rich spoils of war with peace of mind.

something like that.

The three of them have done it countless times in the past ten years or so.

Even a strong man who had undergone three blood refinements died in their joint beatings. He was very experienced and rarely missed.

The bald man who fought Zhu Xiaowu just now seemed to be the leader of the three.

Seeing Zhu Xiaowu like this.

Then he couldn't help laughing loudly: "Boy, if you are willing to hand over your true skills of red blood now, the three of us brothers can spare your life."

Zhu Xiaowu's face was fierce.

Naturally, he knew that these words were deliberately teasing himself and trying to distract himself.

His thighs were tense, like a spring full of strength, and suddenly exploded, the whole person turned into an afterimage, rushing towards one of them like a cheetah, trying to forcefully tear a gap from the encirclement.

But the three people in front of them are also experienced.

The moment Zhu Xiaowu left, he had already judged his intentions.

Two of them raised their hands at the same time, and each punched Zhu Xiaowu's vitals in the chest, and there was a whistling sound in the air.

Zhu Xiaowu clasped his hands together and held them in front of his chest.

The whole body shrunk abruptly into a spherical shape in mid-air.

Boom!

The two punches landed on Zhu Xiaowu almost in no particular order at the same time.

Zhu Xiaowu's not-so-tall body was sent flying, and hit heavily on the branch of an old tree by the side of the road.

He couldn't hold on anymore, his eyes were blood red.

It felt like the whole world was revolving around him, the sound of the wind was getting farther and farther away, and his consciousness seemed to be gradually stripped from his body.

Wow!
Zhu Xiaowu opened his mouth.

A big mouthful of blood spurted forward uncontrollably, wetting the ground.

"almost."

The leader of the black-clothed bald-headed man showed a smile on his face, came to Zhu Xiaowu, and said with a smile: "With the strength of your second blood refinement, you can resist the siege of our three brothers for such a long time, and you are already proud enough. Yes, unfortunately..."

Boom!

The black-clothed bald-headed brawny man didn't have time to finish his sentence.

Then he heard a slight muffled sound from behind, and collapsed under the big tree in front of him, the dying Zhu Xiaowu's eyes widened suddenly, his face was full of incredible surprise.

A finger tremblingly raised, pointing towards the back of the strong man in black.

"You want to use this method to distract me?"

Seeing Zhu Xiaowu's appearance, the burly man in black suddenly laughed out loud, "Boy, you are too tender, and the similar methods, Mr. Kui, I have not been able to..."

call!
He didn't have time to finish his sentence.

Suddenly, he felt dull and heavy breathing coming from behind.

The hot and humid air gushed out from the mouth and nose, swimming back and forth on the back of the head and neck.

For an instant.

This bald-headed, black-clothed strong man named Kui Ye felt like he was being targeted by a tiger and a bear.The hairs all over his body stood on end, and goosebumps popped out uncontrollably.

His body was stiff and his limbs were a little out of control.

Shaking his head slightly.

Out of the corner of his eye, the figures of the two brothers fell to the ground suddenly appeared.

This time, Kui Ye really felt his soul trembling, and he almost cried out.Just as he was about to turn his head, he found that a strange face had been gently pressed against his shoulder at some point.

At the same time, two big hands made of copper and iron hugged his arms and body.

Click!

Su Heng applied lightly.

The bald man's bones were shattered, and his tall body collapsed to the ground uncontrollably like soft rotten noodles.

Su Heng lowered his head slightly, looking at Zhu Xiaowu who was lying on the ground in front of him.

He originally planned to leave directly.

But someone didn't know who yelled the true skill of red blood, and out of curiosity, Su Heng ran over.

But what I didn't expect was that I could meet an old friend here.

Zhu Xiaowu also raised his head tremblingly, his bright eyes were full of the joy of surviving after the catastrophe, and the excitement of meeting old friends.

……

After half an hour.

Su Heng helped Zhu Xiaowu take care of the wound on his lower body.

The two left from Wukui Mountain and came to a dilapidated wine shop at the foot of the mountain to rest their feet.

The wine shop was ventilated everywhere, and there were not many people inside. The ground seemed to have not been cleaned for a long time. It was dirty and full of black dirt, and it also gave off a disgusting and greasy smell.

Zhu Xiaowu didn't care.

Excitedly greeted the shopkeeper, and shouted loudly: "Two catties of good wine, and five catties of beef!"

He was too loud, and he touched the wound.He clutched his chest, couldn't help coughing, and the expression on his face was a little distorted.

The owner of the winery is a sloppy old man in his 50s.

He was wearing a mandarin jacket full of patches. The mandarin jacket was stained with various stains, and it hadn't been washed for an unknown period of time, so the original color could not be seen at all.

The old man was behind the counter trying to make plans and keep accounts. He raised his head when he heard Zhu Xiaowu's voice, and couldn't help but give him a blank look, and said dryly, "I don't have any good wine, and I don't have any beef either."

"Then pork!" Zhu Xiaowu said loudly.

"No pork either." The old man in the mandarin jacket replied without raising his head.

"Then what's in your broken restaurant?" Zhu Xiaowu was a little annoyed, and couldn't help getting up and asking.

"Roasted tofu, roasted cabbage, roasted mushrooms, and some leftover pheasant meat." The old man in the jacket continued: "As for the wine, there is no good wine, but some homemade brown rice wine is still left."

"Then bring cabbage, tofu, rice wine, whatever you have!"

Zhu Xiaowu shouted impatiently.

"can."

The old man in the jacket said seriously: "However, you have to give the money first."

"Hey, you old man." Zhu Xiaowu laughed angrily, "What's the matter, I still need the silver taels for your little things."

He strode up to the counter.

He reached out and groped in his arms for a while, but his face gradually became a little awkward and ugly.

The purse on his body had already fallen into the corner of the mountain in the process of fighting and escaping.Now the whole body is up and down, except for those few cheat books worth tens of thousands of gold.

Really penniless.

It was Su Heng who saw the embarrassment on Zhu Xiaowu's face, and got up and came to the store.

He took out a piece of broken silver from his bosom, sighed slightly: "Forget it, let me invite you for today's meal."

(End of this chapter)