The best waste god

"Don't worry, even if there are a hundred of us, it's one against one. After the fight, if you win, you'll go get your soy sauce." The burly man with the purple face looked at Nangong Haotian and said proudly; " The soy sauce shop is not far from the entrance of the village, just turn left!"

Hearing this, Nangong Haotian couldn't help but smiled wryly, and said: "Of course, I will fight one by one. When I hit the seventh one, even if I don't get killed, I will die of exhaustion myself."

Saying so, the people on the bank who watched the excitement set off a buzz of murmurs.

The four Huazi turned their heads and looked up, their expressions could not help being surprised.

Because, in just a few words, the number of people on the embankment has increased from dozens to nearly 200.

The four Huazitou were not afraid of people watching the excitement, but they were afraid that people would spread the word that they had hired help from the beggar gang, and it would be embarrassing for seven people to deal with a young man who was not yet twenty years old.

The burly man with the black face and the copper bell eyes looked around, his face changed, the copper bell eyes rolled away, and suddenly asked angrily: "Are you scared?"

Nangong Haotian smiled and said: "If you are afraid, you will run on the way, why come here!"

At this time, the middle-aged Confucian scholar waved the exquisite folding fan in his hand lightly and violently, signaling the two mighty and strong men to stop talking, looked at Nangong Haotian, and said calmly: "Little brother, I just want to ask you... "

When Nangong Haotian heard that the middle-aged Confucian scholar claimed to be old, he couldn't help frowning, and replied: "I have something to ask."

"Boy, at such a young age, how dare you face martial arts seniors..." Nangong Haotian just finished speaking, when the strong man with a purple face suddenly said angrily.

But just as the words were spoken, the middle-aged Confucian scholar waved his hands to stop the purple-faced brawny man.

Nangong Haotian felt that the middle-aged Confucian scholar might have a lot of background, and he also wanted to know the details of the other party. While thinking about it, he asked in a deep voice: "Please ask the name of the senior instead!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled lightly and said: "We don't need to announce our names to each other, we will know who it is in the future!"

Having said that, the middle-aged Confucian scholar paused for a moment, his face turned pale, and he asked in a low voice: "Little brother, about the cause of the death of Old Hero Du..."

Although Nangong Haotian had expected it in advance, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

With a slight smile, Nangong Haotian still calmly said: "I don't know..."

When the two mighty and strong men heard this, they said angrily: "This kid dare not admit what he has done."

"Hahaha... what do you want me to admit?" Nangong Haotian smiled and said in a deep voice, "Ask how he died? You ask me, who should I ask?"

The two mighty and strong men took a step forward angrily, as if they were about to make a move.

However, the middle-aged Confucian scholar stopped them calmly with a wave of his hand.

The old beggar looked at Nangong Haotian who didn't seem to be telling a lie, his eyes flashed with confusion, and asked in a low voice: "Then Miss Situ Meng..."

Nangong Haotian smiled coldly, and said: "She was injured by my palm."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar asked in a low voice with concern: "Then Du Mengsan..."

Nangong Haotian frowned, and said without hesitation: "I also vomited blood because of my palm..."

As soon as the bloody words came out, the strong man with the purple face had already said angrily: "I don't believe it, and I won't believe it even to the death."

Chang Lide, a middle-aged Confucian scholar and old beggar, lowered his voice and asked, "Did you die because of vomiting blood?"

"Senior, you were joking. Although the kid has won some victories by relying on his strength, Senior Du, the God of Vigorous Killing, is also very human!" Nangong Haotian cupped his hands slightly, and said, "When I left, he had already stabilized his injury and reminded me of some things. Something to watch out for."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said in a deep voice, "But Miss Situ Meng insisted that you killed Old Hero Du."

"At that time, she also just fainted. When she woke up, the old hero Du had already been killed, and I just heard the screams and turned back to check the wounds of Senior Du..." Nangong Haotian also said in a deep voice road.

As soon as the words fell, the mighty and strong man with the purple face plate had already said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, how can it be such a coincidence, we have seen the truth under the hands, if you beat me within fifty moves, I believe you can do it!" You can hurt the old man, otherwise, we will pay with blood, and today we want you to splatter this place with blood..."

"How ridiculous what you said." Hearing this, Nangong Haotian smiled coldly, showing his white teeth, and said, "What if I get hit by your palm?"

The burly man with the purple face said angrily: "Just walk obediently, and you will never be allowed to walk in the rivers and lakes."

"No, your conditions are too harsh." Upon hearing this, Nangong Haotian smiled lightly, shook his head and said, "I still have blood feuds against my parents, so I can't be wiped out..."

Just as the word Hu was uttered, the mighty and strong purple-faced plate uttered abruptly, interrupted the conversation, raised his eyebrows, drank loudly, flew forward, and said angrily: "I don't believe you can run rampant!" Rivers and lakes."

The two fists swung at the same time attacked Nangong Haotian's chest and front in two directions.

Nangong Haotian knew that he was alone and alone, so he shouldn't fight for a long time, let alone hide his clumsiness and waste too much power of chaos, lest the opponent take turns to go into battle and his own power would be exhausted, just like the demon dragon slaying king back then, being consumed alive die.

While thinking about it, Nangong Haotian said loudly when the opponent's punches were used up, "It's so powerful."

After the good words came out, Nangong Haotian slid away, and when the words were finished, the purple-faced man screamed strangely, and his figure had already rushed several feet away.

Just as Nangong Haotian was speaking, the right fist of the big purple-faced man had already been firmly grasped by him. Nangong Haotian flicked his left palm along the way, and the big purple-faced man flew several feet away amidst howling. go.

"Wow..." The purple-faced man was still in the air, he had already opened his mouth to spurt a stream of blood, and fell to the ground with a "boom".

The You Gang leader saw it and was stupid.

There were as many as 300 people on both sides of the strait watching the excitement, and there was a thunderous applause immediately.

Seeing this, the mighty man with the black face and copper bell eyes shouted loudly, flew forward, swung his right palm, and slashed towards Nangong Haotian's back.

However, Nangong Haotian, who sent the purple-faced brawny man flying with his palm, seemed to have two extra eyes behind his back.

Just when the opponent's right palm hit the ribs and shoulders, Nangong Haotian suddenly smiled, turned around with a flash of lightning, and his left palm hit the black-faced strong man's back with a "bang". back.