"Okay! Good job!"
In the hut, Zhou Kuang's eyes lit up, he threw away the toothpick in his hand and stood up suddenly. Around him, eight or nine strong and powerful men looked fiercely at the same time.
"Sooner or later, you have to pay me back sooner or later. That little bastard relied on the power of the clan to cut my face in the street last time. This time I will make him splash with blood three times, so that people from all over the country will know the consequences of offending me! -
let's go!"
With a wave of his hand, Zhou Kuang led a group of people, kicked open the door, and rushed out of the city.
"Brother, I brought what you asked for."
Not far from the city, a black shadow flashed, four or five breaths were taken for three or four times, and ruffian masters with savage faces jumped out of the grass, each holding several thick big boards in their hands, and behind the boards.
wrench.
The two groups of people gathered together. Zhou Kuang picked up a board, flicked it with his fingers, and inspected it carefully.
"Okay, a wooden board made of ironwood! With this thing, it will be even more foolproof. No matter how good the boy's archery skills are, he can't do anything to this thing."
Zhou Kuang's eyes flashed with a vicious light and he roared:
"Hand it out, each brother will have one. - This time, I want to make that little bastard die beautifully!"
Zhou Kuang is by no means a person with well-developed limbs and a simple brain. Ever since Yang Yong warned him not to underestimate Yang Ji, in case the boat would capsize in the gutter, Zhou Kuang put away all his luck and carelessness.
Zhou Kuang knew very well who Yang Yong was. Although he was unknown in Pingchuan County, he was well-known in the gangster circles and was a very thorny figure, not much worse than him.
This kind of person is ruthless, uses dirty tricks, makes things difficult, and does things without scruples. He is the type who will never suffer a loss in his life. In the gangster circle, there are many people who have been punished by him.
Such a character actually suffered a loss at the hands of Yang Ji and asked him for help. In addition, Yang Ji was actually good at archery. All of this instantly changed Zhou Kuang's impression of Yang Ji and had a profound impression on him.
Big fear.
"A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength", this is Zhou Kuang's request for this operation, and it is also his consistent style of conduct.
"Brother, that boy can shoot arrows, should we also bring some bows and arrows?"
A gangster who was breathing twice suddenly said.
Zhou Kuang didn't say anything, he just looked at him like an idiot, until he sneered and backed away involuntarily and said:
"No brainer, who can shoot here, you or me? If you don't know how to shoot, what kind of bow and arrows should you bring?"
How can street gangsters practice shooting and hunting? How are they any different from good citizens?
If you have a bow and arrow, but you don’t know how to use it, you can’t hit even if you stand there, so what’s the use of having it?
"Walk!"
Zhou Kuang was too lazy to say anything more. He waved his hand and led more than ten people to the mountains outside the city. He followed him from a distance. When everyone arrived at the foot of the mountain, he happened to see Yang Ji transform into a black shadow and disappear into the mountains.
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"Brother, do you want to chase me in?"
A gangster said.
"Need not!"
Zhou Kuang rolled his eyes and immediately shook his head:
"The mountain is so big, where are we going to find him? And with so many of us chasing him, if there is any disturbance that makes him alert and run away, where will we find him in the future? If he doesn't go out, won't I never have a chance?
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Zhou Kuang had personally experienced Yang Ji's agility. He had always thought of himself as a person, but last time on the street, he was calmed down by Yang Ji's few words in person, and he ran away in fright.
If such a person wasn't a sure thing and alerted him, he would never have a chance in the future.
"Brother, what should we do?"
The group of people suddenly lost their minds and looked at him.
Zhou Kuang looked back at his brother behind him without saying anything, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
The people he brought with him this time were all masters among the gangsters. There were people with second-level, third-level, fourth-level, and even fifth-level breathing skills. Although their strength was not very high, they were better than more people.
As the saying goes, "Two fists are no match for four hands, and a hero cannot fight against a large number of people." Before reaching the "Martial Arts Realm", the number of people still has an absolute advantage in the "Breathing Realm".
According to the classification of the number of breathing stages, an ordinary person breathing in the second stage, a person breathing in a fourth stage, has twice the strength and physical strength of an ordinary person, and an expert breathing in the sixth stage has only three times the strength and physical strength of an ordinary person.
Although Yang Yong is well-known among the gangsters and has the fifth level of breathing skills, he can only deal with three people at the same time.
He summoned more than ten people this time, and there were many good ones among them. With so many people swarming forward, let alone people with six or seven levels of breathing, even those with nine or ten levels would still make him suffer a secret loss and fall down.
in hand.
"If we don't go into the mountain, we'll just wait here!"
Zhou Kuang looked ferocious and said:
"This is the damn way to go down the mountain. That kid will have to go down from here sooner or later. Brothers, wait here. When the time comes, I will make that kid's blood flow all over the ground and his body will be lying here!"
"Brother is smart."
Everyone shouted together and dispersed.
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Chapter completed!