Small farmer's portable field

Chapter 281 Skills

"puff!"

Fang Weijia spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was as pale as paper.

"master……"

A lot of people gathered around at once, and everyone was very worried.

While worrying, they didn't understand why they were in an advantage a second ago, so why did they suddenly lose?
Fang Weijia touched the blood on his mouth, and stared at Tian Ermiao, "Why?"

yes, why?
Fang Wei's family didn't know where they lost, and it was obvious that his spirit was even more majestic.

"The duel of qi is the most primitive kind of competition, without skill...is there no skill?"

Tian Ermiao said.

He really did a trick, he used Daotian, the herbicide can't really change anything, but it can affect, interfere with the aura output by Fang Wei's family, although it is very small, it is the most enough.

In a duel between masters, it is the inconspicuous little influence that decides the winner.

It was like the little straw that broke the giant.

Of course, Tian Ermiao would not say it.

But his words made Fang Weijia think.

"Skills, skills... How can there be skills in the competition of anger? Impossible!"

He really wanted to ask what happened, but Tian Ermiao's expression didn't want to talk at all.

Besides, the two sides are in conflict, so why should Tian Ermiao answer his question?
It's just that Fang Wei's family really wants to know.

"dad."

Wenmei and a middle-aged man pushed aside the crowd. The middle-aged man was Fang Lengzhu's father, Fang Qinghe. Seeing the blood on the corner of Fang Wei's mouth, he asked, "Dad, are you injured?"

"Who told you to come out?" Fang Weijia snorted.

"Dad, just spare Leng Zhu, let him go."

Fang Qinghe knelt on both knees: "Dad, Qinghe rarely begs you, I beg you to let Leng Zhu go."

"I won't let Leng Zhu go, is that young man willing?" Fang Weijia laughed at himself.

Only then did the couple see being carried by a young man, Wenmei hurried over, "Are you Tian Ermiao?"

"Auntie, good." Tian Ermiao said with a smile.

"Okay, okay." Wenmei was very pleased that her daughter had found a man who dared to take responsibility.

Fang Qinghe didn't get up, he asked suspiciously: "It was he... who hurt you?"

"Do you think anyone in the family could hurt me?"

Fang Wei's family was very angry: "I am a disabled person, but you are not even as good as a disabled person, and none of you are talented. Otherwise, why would I bother Leng Zhu to marry into the Lin family?"

"Dad, we are not talented."

Not only Fang Qinghe, Fang Lengzhu's third and fourth uncles all looked like children who did something wrong.

"Dad, Leng Zhu?" Fang Qinghe said.

Fang Qinghe stretched out his hand, and an old man walked up, pushing Fang Wei's house outside.

Suddenly, he turned around and said, "Boy, bring Leng Zhu to my residence."

The study room in Fang Wei's house is very large and there are more books. He is holding a thick book in his hand, and there are seven people standing behind him. I don't know if he has read the contents of the book, but he is just flipping through it anyway.

Fang Lengzhu was sitting on the sofa, and Tian Ermiao was massaging her knee joint.

Wenmei looked very happy. He poked her husband Fang Qinghe and whispered, "I am very satisfied with this future son-in-law."

Fang Qinghe smiled, but after looking at his father's back, the smile was replaced by worry.

"Boy, don't you treat yourself as an outsider."

Fang Weijia turned the wheelchair around and threw the book in his hand on the table.

"No one can stop me from taking her away." While speaking, Tian Ermiao's hand didn't stop.

Fang Lengzhu bowed his head and smiled, she was satisfied, she was very satisfied with what Tian Ermiao had done for her, even if she couldn't leave, even if she really died, Fang Lengzhu felt no regrets.

"Do you really think you have defeated my grandfather?" Fang Bing kept his posture still, because with a slight movement, his left rib hurt terribly. Every time it hurt, he wanted to press Tian Ermiao under his feet and step on it a few times.

"What do you think is defeat? How many ribs are broken like you?" Tian Ermiao asked amusedly.

"You..." Fang Bing was speechless.

"Ha ha."

Fang Weijia laughed twice: "You won the angry duel, and I lost for no reason..."

Suddenly, Fang Weijia patted the handle of the wheelchair.

With a bang, a sharp sword shot out, and he reached out to catch it.

"Dad..." Fang Qinghe never thought that his father would do something again.

"Buzz!"

The wheelchair moves forward automatically, as if driven by something, at an extremely fast speed.

Fang Wei's family held the sword and pointed it straight at Tian Ermiao.

"Grandpa!" Fang Lengzhu exclaimed.

However, Tian Ermiao didn't look back at all, his hand still pressed on Fang Lengzhu's knee.

"Take care of me, kid!" Fang Qinghe stepped forward, but he couldn't get close to the aura flowing around Fang Wei's family.

Fang Bing was overjoyed. Grandpa's swordsmanship was very powerful, and the speed was extremely fast. In his opinion, Tian Ermiao couldn't avoid it.

Tian Ermiao didn't even think about hiding.

He didn't feel that there was aura on Fang Wei's sword, which meant that his sword skills were not magic skills.

So, when the sword was about to touch his clothes, his hand moved, and two fingers clamped the sword.

"What do you think now?" Tian Ermiao said flatly.

The whole room was silent.

Everyone clearly saw Tian Ermiao's hand on Fang Lengzhu's knee. When did he move?How did you catch the sharp sword?How can he hold it?

Not only was it clamped, but the sharp sword couldn't move forward at all.

Fang Weijia's eyes twitched twice, he let go of the sharp sword, and Tian Ermiao also let go.

bang.

The sword fell to the ground.

"How did you do it?" Fang Weijia asked after holding back for a long time.

"Skill."

Tian Ermiao pressed Fang Lengzhu's knee again.

"It's a technique again..." Fang Weijia felt that there was a problem with his cognition. Tian Ermiao twice broke the idea he had insisted on all his life. He shook his head, "Impossible..."

"Nothing is impossible." Tian Ermiao's voice was very soft.

Fang Lengzhu looked at him, and then at Fang Wei's house. She felt very strange. She had never seen grandpa like this since she was a child, and it was the man she loved who made him like this.

"Perhaps, anything impossible will become possible with him."

Fang Lengzhu thought so.

Indeed, she felt that because it was too far away, Tian Ermiao would not find her. She planned to commit suicide and took action, but Tian Ermiao still came.

At this moment, too.

A reliable feeling rose in Fang Lengzhu's heart.

"Are you from the Gu family?"

When everyone heard Fang Wei's words, they all looked at Tian Ermiao in disbelief.

However, Fang Weijia shook his head and said: "You are not, and no one in the Gu family has the skills you mentioned. Where do you come from?"

Tian Ermiao suddenly thought of Eagle Mountain, so he said, "Eagle Mountain."

Afraid that Fang Wei's family would say he was lying, Tian Ermiao said again: "Leng Zhu has been there, by the way, which mountain in front of my house is called Laoying Mountain, that's what we call it there."

"Yes." Fang Lengzhu nodded.

"Eagle Mountain..." Fang Weijia frowned tightly.

"There are two or three things, can I take Leng Zhu away now?" Tian Ermiao said.

Fang Weijia raised his head slowly and said, "No way!"

(End of this chapter)