Taoyuan Village Doctor

Chapter 209

"Of course I know, isn't it just trading two hundred catties of smoked soil?" Wang Xiaofei held his chest in pain, staring at Miao Santiao and replied.

"Hahaha, you're right. It's indeed a trade of opium. The things are stored here. If you bring the money, we'll start trading." Miao Santiao said with a hearty smile.

Hearing this, Wang Xiaofei felt a little puzzled, and then opened the box beside him.

When they saw that the box was full of ghost coins, everyone's expressions suddenly darkened.

"If I'm not mistaken, there are ghost coins in it, right?"

Miao Santiao saw that the expressions of several people were not right, so he couldn't help asking curiously.

"You don't need to answer, just look at your expressions. These things are prepared by Uncle San. Although I am annoyed by that old Xi, I don't mind doing him a little favor." Miao Santiao got off without waiting for a few people to explain. Decide.

"Xiaofei, does the patriarch know about these things?" Cui Dali's face became serious, and he suddenly looked at Wang Xiaofei and asked.

"I don't know about this either." Wang Xiaofei replied truthfully.

"I see."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Cui Dali's mouth, and he said to Miao Santiao: "It seems that we have all been fooled. My arrival made my third uncle feel dangerous, so he used your hand to get rid of me. It is really a good strategy to kill someone with a knife."

As soon as he finished speaking, Miao Santiao's expression suddenly turned ferocious, with murderous intent in his eyes, and he said in a cold tone: "It seems that you are very intelligent, no matter what you do in southern Yunnan this time, you must die today! "

Cui Dali understood very well that the third uncle was playing with a borrowed knife to kill, and wanted to use Miao Santiao's hand to get rid of him, so that his appearance would not affect his plan.

Although he didn't know what the third uncle wanted to do, it might have made him spend so much brains, obviously there was an ulterior purpose.

If he can go back safely this time, even if the trip to southern Yunnan was not in vain, he may still be able to get the attention of the patriarch.

But if he escapes, the third uncle will make a fuss about it when he goes back, so no matter what, he can only face it calmly.

Either wait to die, or kill the opponent.

"Brother Dali, hurry up, I'll block you for a while!"

At this moment, Qingfeng suddenly rushed in front of Cui Dali, fixed his eyes on Miao Santiao, and a strong murderous aura gushed out from his whole body.

This is an unfair battle. How can four people resist the opponent's hundreds of people? Even if Cui Dali's Shennong mentality has reached the second level, it is impossible to kill them all.

The human body has limits. If Cui Dali's strength reaches the fifth level, he doesn't need to worry at all, but now it's too far away.

Qingfeng didn't say any more, he moved his palm, he had an extra Mitsubishi saber in his hand, and attacked Miao Santiao without any hesitation.

Seeing this eye shape, Miao Santiao also immediately drew out his long knife, with a look of disdain in his eyes.

"Suffer to death."

Miao Santiao gave a cold shout, and the long knife in his hand slashed down Qingfeng's face for thousands of miles, without any fancy.

The power of this knife can be imagined, even Cui Dali's heart trembled wildly, Miao Santiao's skill has reached perfection, if he is not a cultivator, he might not be able to block a move in front of others.

"Qingfeng, come back!" Cui Dali shouted at Qingfeng.

But before he finished his words, Miao Santiao's long knife was already close to Qingfeng's head, Qingfeng saw that the situation was not good, he put his hands up, trying to catch the knife with his military stab.

"clang!"

There was a sound of metal colliding, and Qingfeng felt his tiger's mouth go numb, his arms trembled, and the military thorn almost fell to the ground.

"With your ability, you can be regarded as a master if you fight against others. It's a pity that you met me, so you can only save your life today." Miao Santiao sneered as he saw the breeze in his arms.

As soon as he finished speaking, the long knife in his hand drew an arc in the air, stabbing fiercely along Qingfeng's chest.

Qingfeng tightly grasped the army thorn with both hands, regardless of the blood coming out of the tiger's mouth, his eyes were red, and his body moved quickly to avoid Miao Santiao's offensive.

In just a few breaths, Qingfeng and Miao Santiao have already passed more than a hundred moves. His body is full of wounds, and his clothes are torn to pieces.

"Whoosh!"

Miao Santiao turned around and struck straight down Qingfeng's face, while Qingfeng raised his knife to block, but in the next second, a powerful force penetrated into his arm.

The Mitsubishi saber flew out of his hand, and Miao Santiao took advantage of the momentum and kicked Qingfeng's chest.

The breeze flew backwards under this force, and he fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.

Seeing this situation, Cui Dali quickly moved to Qingfeng's side, and sealed the acupoints on his body with both hands.

"I can only seal your blood first, but it won't work after a long time..."

"Brother Dali, I'm so sorry, I've shamed you." Qingfeng's face turned pale, and he spat out another mouthful of blood while speaking.

"You have done a good job, but his strength is too strong, Xiaoai, Xiaofei, take care to protect Qingfeng."

Cui Dali put down Qingfeng, picked up his Mitsubishi military thorn from the ground, and looked at Miao Santiao with a bit of murderous eyes.

Facing the encirclement of hundreds of people, Xiao Ai and Wang Xiaofei couldn't help but look serious.

Whether they can go back alive depends on Cui Dali's performance. If they can't kill third uncle, their lives will all be lost here.

Cui Dali looked at Miao Santiao with a sneer on his face, and he walked forward calmly, with a sudden movement of his body, the military stab in his palm swung out instantly.

Miao Santiao's martial arts are superb, which is obvious to all among the Miao people. Countless people have died by his sword over the years, and the severed heads can fill trucks.

Although this is just a legend, it is enough to prove the horror and cruelty of Miao Santiao.

"clang!"

Cui Dali's Mitsubishi Army Stab approached Miao Santiao's body, but was blocked by the long knife in his hand, sparks shot out in the air, and the sound of weapons colliding could be heard.

After receiving the move, both of them retreated quickly, the smile on Miao Santiao's face disappeared instantly, and the look on Cui Dali's face was also a little dignified.

"I didn't expect you to be so clever, but you still have to die today, it's impossible to run away!"

After Miao Santiao finished speaking, he ordered to the dozen or so younger brothers around him: "Kill him!"

"Why, shouldn't you be afraid?"

Hearing Miao Santiao's words, Cui Dali was startled. He actually let his younger brother join the battle. In this way, it would not be so easy to win.

If the two fight alone, he still has a half chance of winning, but if Miao Santiao's men are exhausted, his final end will only be death.

"I'm not an idiot, just because I lifted it just now, I know that your skill is very strong."

Miao Santiao smiled slightly, and didn't mind this kind of nonsense at all.

(End of this chapter)