The Strongest Cultivation Small Farmer

Chapter 114 The Cement Moves
When Zhao Xiaofei was thinking about something, the sound of 'bang bang' could be heard endlessly, and yellow and orange bullets hit the gold bell cover and were bounced off.

And Zhao Xiaofan stayed in the center of the golden bell, staring at the guards who shot. These people can't be killed or released, so they can only be trapped.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaofei had a thought, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and immediately had a good idea, he took out a yellow Taoist talisman in his pocket with his right hand.

It's an 'Earth Talisman'

Others may think that this Taoist talisman is in Zhao Xiaofei's pocket, but in fact, this Taoist talisman is in Zhao Xiaofei's "Qiankun Ring".

Taking out the yellow Taoist talisman, Zhao Xiaofei stepped on the seven-star gangster step, made a formula with both hands, and muttered: "Spirit of the earth, listen to my orders, bound by rocks, hurry like a law! Let me go!!!"

With a loud shout, Zhao Xiaofei suddenly squatted down and hit the Dao Talisman in his hand on the ground.

There was only a 'bang' sound, and the Dao Talisman immediately burst into a burst of yellow light, turning into countless pieces of paper, and burrowed into the concrete floor as if it had a life of its own.

Suddenly, the abnormality protruded.

Where Zhao Xiaofei was standing, the concrete floor started to vibrate, and then the ground next to him also started to vibrate.

In less than a second, on the floor of the entire hall, the surface layer of cement began to flow like sand.

Moreover, all of them flowed towards the sixty or so guards on the opposite side.

Most of the people present know that there is a profession of "Taoist" in this world. "Taoist" not only has magical Taoism, but also can control the five spirits.

So this miraculous scene was expected, so most people didn't find it strange, but everyone was worried about the sixty or so guards.

rustle rustle——

The fast-flowing cement made the sound of friction, all flowing towards the guards like rivers.

Seeing this, the guards were also horrified, and all of them forgot to shoot, and looked down at the flowing ground under their feet, panicking.

Suddenly, someone yelled: "The sand is flowing towards us, eh, run, it's dangerous!"

Then someone turned around and ran.

When the first person ran, there was the second person, then the third person, and the fourth person... In the end, more than sixty people started running together.

It's a pity that these people haven't run two steps, the cement on the ground is like dough, rolling up, surging up at the fastest speed, wrapping everyone's ankles.

Suddenly, people panicked and shouted.

"Not good! My foot got caught!"

"Fuck, this cement has me covered!"

"Damn it, I can't walk! The cement has covered my knees!"

……

Amidst all the noise, the cement was like dough. It started from the ankles of these 63 guards, quickly spread to their knees, then spread to their thighs, waists and chests, and finally stopped at the bodies of these [-] guards. neck.

In just a few blinks, the 63 guards turned into 63 concrete statues, leaving only 63 heads exposed in the air, and everyone screamed in panic.

Besides them, there was another person who was also wrapped in cement, leaving only one head.

This person is Yang Wei.

Different from these guards, Yang Wei just stood there, facing Zhang Zichen, without any intention of running away.

Moreover, even though he was wrapped in this cement, Yang Wei didn't feel any panic at all, instead he had a surprised smile on his face, as if he wasn't scared or worried at all.

Seeing that Yang Wei and the 63 guards were wrapped in cement, Zhao Xiaofei breathed a sigh of relief, laughed, and snapped his fingers casually.

There was only a 'pop' sound, and the golden bell hood revolving around Zhao Xiaofei immediately turned into a phantom, as if it had burst apart suddenly, and finally dissipated in the air.

"Haha, no guns now? Let you pull!"

Zhao Xiaofei sneered, and looked down at his abdomen. The blood hole that was hit by the gun just now was still bleeding, and he frowned: "Damn it, it really hurts a little bit to be punched by you!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Xiaofei was going to take out a little hemostatic medicine from the Qiankun Ring, to stop the bleeding first.

But suddenly, there was a burst of laughter from the opposite side.

"Hahaha, hahaha!"

The sound is loud and hurts the eardrums.

Zhao Xiaofei frowned, looked up, and said very unhappily: "Yang Wei, why are you laughing? What's so funny? Do you believe I beat you?"

"Huh!" After laughing, Yang Wei suddenly snorted coldly, his gaze was like lightning, and then he let out a hey, and with a sudden force, the cement that wrapped Yang Wei suddenly burst, fragments flew around, and dust flew up.

"Hahaha, little farmer, I'm a seventh-level martial artist, do you think you're trying to trap me with this mere strange skill?" After being liberated, Yang Wei proudly showed off.

(End of this chapter)