My uncles are all big guys

Chapter 110: When a fireball is placed above your head, will you die of heat first or be roasted to death first? (Please subscribe!)

"Bang bang bang..."

As soon as a few officers and soldiers stepped into the door, before they could see clearly the environment in the room, they felt they were hit by a wild bull, and their bodies flew out directly, bringing them to several officers and soldiers arrayed outside.

"If you dare to attack the imperial army and horses, you will fail to rebel."

Seeing several of his subordinates being beaten out, officer Liu's face became even more ugly.

In particular, he noticed the mocking eyes of the Rangers and Langge who were watching the excitement at the entrance to the backyard, and their expressions were even more ugly.

"bass!"

Pulling out the sword from his waist, the officer surnamed Liu pointed it at the wing and ordered angrily: "Come in for me. Anyone who dares to resist will be shot to death!"

"kill!"

The other officers and soldiers saw that the guys who had just been beaten out were only in some pain and not seriously injured. I thought that the people inside didn't have the guts to fight the officials and only dared to sneak attacks. They were instantly confident, holding weapons and shouting "kill", and rushed to the side room.

This group of guys also had some combat experience, so they didn't rush to the door all at once. A few guys planned to climb through the window and get in. The two people carrying bows and arrows drew their bows and aimed at the side room.

As long as the people inside dare to show their heads, they will let the other party taste the power of arrows.

"boom!"

But before the soldiers got close to the door, the people in the wing seemed tired of their interruption, and the dark room suddenly burst into flames.

Fiery flames spurted out from the window door and quickly formed in the air. Blazing fireballs as big as basins landed on each soldier's head, less than a palm's width away from the head.

The murderous soldiers froze in place for an instant, all sweating profusely. I don't know whether it was from fear or the flames burning on their heads. Their footsteps were fixed there, not even daring to move.

"Damn it, I hit the iron plate."

The officer surnamed Liu, who had a fireball twice as big as the others on his head, could faintly smell the burning smell of his hair, and the cold sweat on his forehead was directly dried by the huge fireball on his head before it even flowed down.

"My dear, you monster!"

"Idiot, what kind of monster is this? This is an immortal. You will die if you talk nonsense."

The Rangers and Rangers who were watching the excitement at the door originally thought that there would be a battle between officers and soldiers, but they didn't expect that the other party would make such a big noise as soon as they got started.

Good guy, those fireballs were densely packed, each one was quite big, and the dazzling light lit up the entire temple.

The blazing heat on the fireball made the rangers watching the excitement feel like they were under the scorching summer noon sun.

"Tap tap tap......"

Steady footsteps sounded from the side room, and everyone looked towards the side room to see what this big boss looked like.

Walking out of the door, Wang Xiao looked at the officers and soldiers with the fireball above their heads expressionlessly.

Thump thump thump…

The officer surnamed Liu was the first to be unable to bear it and knelt on the ground trembling.

Surprisingly, the fireball on his head, which was twice as big as the others, actually landed with his head.

Several officers and soldiers who were standing close to him screamed when they were burned by the fireball, and they quickly knelt on the ground.

"Come here..."

Wang Xiao pointed to the door. Seeing the excitement, the Rangers and Lang buddies came over quickly and respectfully.

"Chang Immortal!"

The leading strong man recognized Wang Xiao, who seemed to be the young man who arrived later than them.

He didn't care at first, a little guy didn't deserve his attention.

Now that I have seen this person's ability, I feel regretful in my heart. If I had known that the other person was so strong, I would have fawned over him in the dark.

Not to mention what you are asking for, having a friend with strong abilities will make you more proud when you go out, and no one dares to provoke him.

"Look at them. If anyone dares to get up without my order, they will break their limbs and throw them into the barren mountains."

The strong man's eyes lit up and he slapped his chest loudly.

"Don't worry, Immortal, there are little ones here watching, absolutely no one dares to get up."

After making the promise, the strong man took a look at the officers and soldiers whose heads were roasted like red shrimps, and hesitated: "Chief Immortal, what if their heads are roasted by such a big fire, what if they are roasted to death?"

Just as he was about to go to the front hall to look at the middle-aged Wang Xiao, he turned back and looked at the strong man indifferently.

"You're scared."

The strong man's eyes widened when he heard this, and he stared at his neck and said: "What did the immortal say? I, Xu Changsheng, was born in my mother's womb, so I don't know how to write the word "fear"."

"Even if he is roasted to death, it is none of the immortal's business. I, Xu Changsheng, will bear it all by myself."

Wang Xiao looked up and down at the strong man with some surprise. The strong man raised his chest and raised his head, putting on a heroic look.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Wang Xiao smiled and said, "Xu Changsheng, what a good name." Looking at the retreating figure, the strong man scratched his head and asked the brothers around him doubtfully.

"What does the Immortal Chief mean by this?"

A thin man rolled his eyes and said excitedly to the strong man: "Boss, I met a fortune teller before. He said that people who cultivate immortality attach great importance to fate."

"Boss, your name is Changsheng, which is very consistent with the artistic conception of a cultivator. The immortal said that your name is good, and he probably likes you and wants to accept you as his disciple."

As he spoke, he raised his hands to the strong man and said, "Congratulations, boss, you are about to become a practicing immortal. In the future, you will have the ability to conquer demons. Don't forget your brothers."

After listening to the analysis of the thin man, the strong man named Xu Changsheng felt that it was very reasonable. He scratched his head naively, patted the people around him and promised: "Don't worry, I will not forget you, and I will follow you in the future. Master, practice well, and when I become an immortal, I will take you to live forever together."

"Thank you, boss, boss is mighty!"

Instantly a wave of flattery came over me.

Wang Xiao, who had already walked out of the backyard, looked back at the strong man who was laughing excitedly and shook his head.

"It's a shame that such a good name goes with such a person."

When I came to the front hall of the temple, I waved to the old monk and the young monk who were following me all the way.

"You go out first!"

"Amitabha!"

The old monk and the young monk bowed and respectfully exited the hall, not forgetting to close the door when they went out.

"boom!"

As the door closed, Wang Xiao raised his hand to several injured soldiers, and talismans hit them one after another. The officers and soldiers who were still screaming in pain rolled their eyelids and fainted.

"Junior brother, that tiger actually killed me. Fortunately, I was prepared, otherwise I would have broken a few ribs. You have to discipline me well when you get back."

Several officers and soldiers had just passed out, and the middle-aged Baihu, who was lying unconscious on the soft couch, suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, stretched his muscles, and told Wang Xiao that he was like a tiger.

"If Xiaohu kills me, senior brother, do you think you can still stand here?"

Wang Xiao replied funny.

The middle-aged Baihu laughed, stepped forward and gave Wang Xiao a big hug.

"Junior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect to meet you here. I thought you were the master."

Wang Xiao recognized the hundreds of households in front of him at the first sight.

Chen Feng, the apprentice that the old man in the family took when he joined the imperial court, was also the only apprentice.

Later, the old man resigned, and Chen Feng also clamored to leave together, but the old man refused.

The other party has a family and a family, and the two of them are not alone. Without the errands of the Yamen, it will be a problem for the whole family to even eat.

But looking at the other party's current position, he probably isn't doing well either.

In my memory, when Wang Xiao and his son left the capital, this senior brother was still chasing souls and guarding thousands of households.

The current attire is obviously that of an ordinary Baihusuo.

"Junior brother, why are you here? Master, didn't he come with you? How is his health now? I wrote to him at the beginning of the year, but he didn't reply. Is it because I haven't seen him for several years? He The old man is angry."

After letting go of Wang Xiao, Chen Feng asked about the old man Wang Jin, his eyes full of concern and expectation.

"Father didn't come, so I was alone."

Wang Xiao was silent for a moment and shook his head.

Seeing Wang Xiao's expression was wrong, Chen Feng's heart tightened and he nervously grabbed Wang Xiao's hand.

"Did something happen to Master?"

The other party is the only disciple of his old man, and he has the right to know.

He took out the box from the package and slowly opened the lid under Chen Feng's nervous gaze, revealing the life tablet inside.

"This……"

Seeing the cracked life card in the box, Chen Feng's body felt as if he had been struck by lightning. The tough man's eyes suddenly turned red, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground. He took the box handed over by Wang Xiao with trembling hands.

"Master..."

Looking at the cracked life card, Chen Feng opened his mouth several times, not knowing how to speak.

As the master's direct disciple, he knew the birth date of the old man, and also understood what it meant when the token was cracked and dull.

Thinking of his master's earnest teachings when he was studying art, Chen Feng could no longer bear it. He hugged the box tightly in his arms and burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)