Dragon Vein Martial God

Jiang Ting noticed the young man's action, and immediately guessed that some of the people in thunderbolt hall, or in other words, some of the motorcade knew or had seen the young man, so the young man would deliberately hide his trace to avoid being seen.

However, Jiang Ting didn't have any extra action. He had been waiting for a year, and it didn't hurt to wait for a long time. He didn't believe it. The young man was full of strength. If his daughter or son was born, he would not miss any trace.

When the people of thunderbolt hall arrived, they didn't talk nonsense and began to receive food directly... The people of thunderbolt hall didn't do anything, but they had to collect more than 50% of the food.

This is the way of life. The village is used to it. No one says anything.

A smooth ending?

Otherwise.

After each household, together with Jiang Ting, who had just been included in Dafeng Village, had paid for food, the motorcade did not leave.

The leader of the motorcade, who was obviously from the top of the thunderbolt hall, stared at the villagers in front of him, showing some haze: "how can this harvest be 30% less than in previous years?"

Voice, a little cold.

The people in the village were shocked.

Finally, the old village head clung to the crutch and said, "I don't know that the weather is bad this year, the rain is not enough, and the grain harvest is not good...

" little nonsense! "

The leader drank in a flash, then showed a little cold: "I don't care what your harvest is? My share of pili hall has never changed. All the villages nearby can make it up. Can you make it up in Dafeng Village? "

The head of the village was immediately worried: "my Lord, the harvest is really not enough. If you hand in more, the village will not have enough food for the next year. Once the people in the village are not full, they will probably starve to death. And if so, the harvest next year will probably decline..."

"they are all cheap bones."

The head's eyes became colder and colder, then he tilted his head slightly: "do you know how to do it?"

"Don't worry, deacon. These Untouchables are the same. Just teach them a lesson." A person of thunderbolt hall answers with a smile, and then looks at the names of the surrounding villages with disdain.

The village head's face became uneasy: "my Lord, what do you want to do?"

"Cheap bones are cheap bones." Before that, the smiling man gave a sneer. Then, he suddenly took out his long knife and cut it out. The afterglow of the setting sun spattered some cold light in the blade.

The chilling light!

"Yi" sound, bloody smell.

Jiang Ting's eyebrows in the crowd suddenly wrinkled, his eyes also showed a little cold... Village, dead!

Just for a moment, Jiang Ting shakes his head and smiles bitterly... The eye of heaven is staring at him. Even if he wants to do something, he can't do it. A little action may cause the eye of heaven to attack him.

Several big men suddenly exclaimed: "three dogs."

It's just that the man called sangouzi has fallen to the ground, his head has completely left his body, and he can't die any more.

All the people in the thunderbolt hall have accomplishments. The people in the village are just ordinary people. Although they have good strength, where can they stop the people in the thunderbolt hall?

And the person who took the hand didn't care, showing a little grimace: "since I want to starve the dead, I'll kill a few first, so that the food of you Dalits won't be bad!"

After that, the man cut a knife again.

Although Jiang Ting has the intention to save people, he just has the eye of heaven hanging on the top of the sky. He can't do anything... Moreover, this is the past history, and it's something that has happened. He can only enter here with the help of time and space to witness all this.

History is history, at least Jiang Ting can't do anything at the moment.

However, to Jiang Ting's surprise, when the knife was about to strike the next person, the young man who came to the village a year ago moved.

A Feipu was in front of the man who was about to be split.

"Yi" sound, long knife into the bone three.

"What a hard bone." The man of thunderbolt hall was surprised.

Spring grass rushed to the youth: "stone."

"I'm... I'm fine."

The young man squeezed out a smile and comforted him. He looked at the man who put out the knife at random: "my Lord, no one is noble or humble. We don't have enough food this year. We'll make it up next year. Why do you have to kill people?"

"Sir, I want to kill. Do you still need to take care of me? I really think that if I have some accomplishments, I dare to resist my thunderbolt hall! " The eyes of the people in the thunderbolt hall were cold, and then a knife came out. This knife was aimed at the spring grass.

Once cut down, with the body bone of spring grass, it will be cut off.

The young man quickly gritted his teeth, turned over and walked, holding the spring grass to look back, and avoided the danger.

On the other side.

Jiang Ting looked at the young man's action, and his eyes were full of surprise. In his opinion, as long as the young man used a little strength, he could kill the man who used the knife countless times, but the young man didn't fight back, and even didn't use the power in his body. Even before saving people, he fought with his own flesh and blood.

Is this man stupid?

When Jiang Ting was surprised, the swordsman became angry, because there were many taunts in the team."Lao Liu, you won't be dazed by the girl in the kiln yesterday. You can't be beaten by an ordinary person. Ha ha."

"Isn't it, Lao Liu? You are so soft that you can't even threaten ordinary people. You want to laugh us to death."

"Ha ha."

...

in many taunts, the swordsman became more and more angry.

However, the head of the team looked at the young man who was hiding, but his body suddenly began to tremble... Jiang Ting could clearly confirm that it was the shaking of extreme fear.

A man who made friends with the swordsman whispered: "don't be angry, boss. Lao Liu can't do it. I'll help him."

Obviously, the shaking of the leader was mistaken for anger.

Because of this, the body of the leader suddenly regained some intuition and control.

The leader roared with all his strength: "get out... Get back... Get back!"

The pupils of the people who are going to continue to split the sword shrink slightly, and then they stare at the youth with a little resentment, but they don't make the sword after all, but return to the position of the team.

At this time, countless knife marks appeared on the young man's body... There were four of them, each of which had deep visible bones, and countless blood was still flowing.

The leader's body suddenly softened: "Meng..... Meng..... Meng..... Qiu......"

his words were stuttering, and he couldn't even speak clearly, even more so, people couldn't hear clearly.

The young man looked up with a very sad face and murmured, "my Lord, our village's harvest is not enough this year. We'll make it up next year, OK?"

The head of the people immediately a spirit: "good... Good."

Then the leader turned and ran: "back to Jiuhe town! Now! Now

The rest of them, though they didn't understand, left quickly.

The young man gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, you haven't taken the grain with you yet..."

"I'll spare you today's harvest." The leader is faster.