Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow

The gates of the shantytown were made of wooden boards, which were inherently fragile.

Under this kick, they broke into several pieces and scattered all over the floor.

Shen Qing and Shen Xiaohu, who were in the room, had just made the bed and tidied up when they saw a sturdy man standing at the door.

"New here, do you know the rules? You settled here without Brother Biao's consent. Are you tired of living?"

"Brother Biao?"

Shen Qing and Shen Xiaohu looked at each other in surprise. They were very unfamiliar with this name.

In the past twenty days, every time Tian Xiaohu went to the city to sell mountain products, Shen Qing would ask him to inquire about the news in the city.

He also paid attention to the western part of the city.

He knew that since Ba Ye was killed by him, many new faces had emerged in the western part of the city, intending to form a new gang.

He had heard about the two gunfights.

But he had no impression of this so-called Brother Biao.

He must be an unknown little leader in the western part of the city.

He really had no vision.

So many of them were armed with knives and sticks, and it was obvious that they were not easy to mess with. They came to provoke him at this time. Aren't they looking for death?

Shen Qing touched the bow and arrow that had not been hung on the wall yet, sighed in his heart, and showed a look of regret.

He really didn't want to leave a bad impression on the neighbors as soon as he arrived.

"Who is Brother Biao? I don't know him, and I don't want to know him."

Shen Qing's eyes were fixed on the strong man at the door. With a flick of his wrist, the bow was instantly pulled to the full.

With a whoosh, the bowstring trembled, and the arrow flew out of the bow.

Shen Qing's movements were as fast as thunder, and as pleasing to the eye as flowing clouds and water.

There were no gorgeous movements, only a precise and accurate strike.

The arrow turned into a line and hit the strong man's throat directly.

The strong man was pierced by the arrow, and blood gushed out instantly.

He widened his eyes in astonishment and tried to cover the wound with his hands, but it was useless.

The strong man could not have imagined that the young man in the room was so straightforward and decisive, and he started fighting without saying a word.

Under Shen Qing's gaze, the strong man fell to the ground with a plop.

His neck was stuck on the threshold, and blood was dripping from the threshold.

The strong man's body trembled a few times in the pool of blood, and then he stopped moving.

Shen Qing retracted his gaze and set his eyes on the bow in his hand.

With his current strength, he could at least make a heavy bow of 20 stones.

This bow has a power of only 5 stones at most, which is like a child's toy to him, too weak.

It can only deal with some ordinary people.

If you encounter some powerful martial artists, such a bow may be useless.

You have to make a new bow.

While thinking about the bow and arrow, Shen Qing suddenly heard a commotion outside the house.

He frowned, took a dozen arrows and walked out again.

Seeing that there were people everywhere outside the house, he suddenly realized.

They actually came nearly 40 people in one go.

The person who rushed into his house just now was just an unlucky guy, not targeting him.

It seems that there are many people coming this time, but in fact, excluding women, the elderly and the weak, there are only 23 real hunters and him.

The other side is almost twice as many as them.

No wonder they are so arrogant.

No wonder they are so stupid and dare to come to provoke.

The night is as dark as ink.

At this time, the quiet streets of the shantytowns have been broken by the sudden clamor.

The lights in the shantytowns are dim and swaying, reflecting the ferocious faces of more than 40 gang members.

They hold sticks, and some of them have short knives flashing with cold light on their waists, rushing into this newly moved settlement with great momentum.

The villagers of Hongshanzhai were busy packing up their belongings, and were interrupted by this sudden riot.

Many women and children screamed in fear and were terrified.

The leader of the gang was a strong man with a face full of flesh and big shoulders and a big waist.

He glared at the villagers fiercely and shouted loudly: "This is my Tang Biao's territory. You moved here without saying a word. Did you say hello to me?"

"These houses are empty. How can you say it's your territory?"

The hunters in Hongshan Village were not willing to suffer losses, and they started to compete with each other.

"If I say it is, it is."

Tang Biao's face was shaking, and his blood was surging. He suddenly dived forward and hit a villager like a wild boar.

The villager was like a kite with a broken string, flying backwards and hitting the shed.

The simple shed was smashed to pieces in an instant.

The villager fell to the ground and rolled around in pain.

This is a martial arts practitioner.

They, the hunters, are no match for him at all.

A ferocious smile flashed across Tang Biao's face.

Once he has practiced martial arts, he can overwhelm three or five people with strength alone and be domineering in the village.

His great perfection of blood and qi will definitely be better than those laymen who have just practiced martial arts.

When Zhao Ba was here, he, who was a perfect man of Qi and blood, could only bow down and be humble, and behave himself.

Now that Zhao Ba is dead, there is no leader, and it is the right time for him to show his strength.

He must occupy a place in this messy shantytown.

These people dared to occupy his territory without even saying hello.

Even if he didn't want to do it, his subordinates would continue to encourage him.

Otherwise, everyone would think he was timid, and half of the forty people who just stood up would leave in a blink of an eye.

People living here, everyone talks about loyalty, but no one talks about loyalty.

Whoever has the biggest fist can occupy the best and most lucrative territory in the West City.

Tang Biao didn't know the details of these people.

He was just taking a gamble.

If he won the bet, he could hold down all these people, which would not only expand his team, but also win people's hearts and make his position more stable.

If he lost the bet, he would be dead.

If you want to join a gang, if you are afraid of this, then don't join.

A cold light flashed in Tang Biao's eyes, and he shook the fat on his body and pressed down on the villagers in front of him step by step.

He planned to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, and the villager in front of him was the chicken to be killed.

"Die!"

Tang Biao clasped his fists and punched down.

An arrow went straight to his waist at a weird angle.

His face changed, and he kicked his feet and moved an inch outward.

The arrow just penetrated his belly.

Waves of stabbing pain continued from his lower abdomen.

Tang Biao suddenly looked in the direction of the arrow, and saw a young man quickly took out another arrow and put it on the bow.

He said with a vicious look on his face: "Kill him for me."

Shen Qing looked at the many hooligans who gathered around him. There was no panic on his face, but a hint of excitement. He licked his lips and said: "Everyone, it's time to hunt, let's go hunting!"

Swish!

Shen Qing suddenly let go, and the arrows were like beads.

The hooligans who rushed over fell backwards one by one without any warning in the night, and fell to the ground, their lives unknown.

As soon as Shen Qing finished speaking, Tang Biao suddenly felt that the atmosphere here became a little weird.

There were constant noises around.

Those villagers who were not afraid of death suddenly had bursts of red fierce light in their eyes in the night.

It was like...it was like a group of hungry wolves!