"Fuck! What are you doing?"

Dongfang Xuan shouted anxiously, "Can you drive?"

Deacon Yan was so scared that he started the car in a hurry, and walked around the pit to continue.

After a brief delay, Lin Xiao and the other two were almost at the village.

When you enter the village, you are all from small gates and alleys. Not to mention hitting people, it is unknown whether you can walk smoothly or smoothly.

"Hurry and hurry!"

Bang bang bang! Dongfang Xuan kept slapping the seat, making Deacon Yan accelerate.

When Deacon Yan stepped on the accelerator, the car rushed out again like an arrow from the string.

Boom! However... before driving out ten meters, the car fell into the pit again.

"Damn it! What a breaking road?

Why are all pitfalls?”

Deacon Yan's head was almost blown up, and he was so angry that he reversed the car. It took him a long time to pour it out.

Dongfang Xuan kicked open the car door with a qi and rushed out like lightning. Unfortunately, his eyes were empty, and there was no trace of Lin Xiao and others.

"Sect Master! Where are you going?"

Deacon Yan lowered the car window and shouted.

“Where did you say you went?

After a while, everyone is gone, you trash!"

Dongfang Xuan exerted force with both feet, and a gust of wind rushed out.

"damn it!"

Deacon Yan turned around and walked around the big pit, trying to drive to catch up. He just turned less than five meters away, and heard another rumbling sound.

Knock! This time the pit was even more steep, with big rocks thrown in it, which broke the bottom of the car at that time.

Swish! Silk...the exhaust pipe is broken.

Deacon Yan's face turned dark at that time. He rolled and crawled out of the car, and hurriedly chased Dongfang Xuan.

"Sir, wait for me!"

Lin Xiao followed Lao Liang to the village and circled around the path of sheep, but it seemed that he had no destination.

"Lao Liang, where are you going?"

Fang Qing jumped out of the car and stopped Lao Liang's car.

squeak! Lao Liang pinched the gate, jumped out of the car lightly, and said with a smile, "Just just lead the snake out of the hole."

"Turn the snake out of the hole?"

Fang Qing was slightly stunned.

Lin Xiao threw the car to the side of the road and said thoughtfully, "Lao Liang had been riding a bicycle around this area for decades, and he had already known all the terrain and locations of hundreds of kilometers in a radius of hundreds of kilometers."

"The road conditions in this village are very bad. Not to mention cars, it is difficult for bicycles to come in."

"The reason why Lao Liang walked in this direction was to lure out the car that followed him, right?"

Lao Liang patted the soil on his body and smiled, "It seems you are a smart person."

"Since the car can't get in, they can only catch up on foot..." Lin Xiao glanced around, "I'm just very surprised. The terrain here is open and the village committee is ahead. Once you take action, it will definitely attract a large number of onlookers. Are you planning to take action here?"

Lao Liang smiled and continued to slap the dust on his body, "Not bad! When fighting here, it will indeed attract many villagers.

But no matter what these villagers see, they will not say it out."

"oh?"

Lin Xiao was slightly stunned.

"Because, this village is called Liangjia Village, all 134 households have surnamed Liang, and all 630 people are from all over the country, all of which are from my Liang family.

They will only help me, not harm me, do you understand that?"

While talking, I saw that every household had people going out. They were holding various farm tools such as shoulder poles, hammers, rakes, etc., and surrounded them with a serious expression.

Fang Qing counted about it, and there were more than one hundred people.

There are not many people, and they are all ordinary people, but in terms of momentum, they have a murderous and fierce feeling.

Lin Xiao smiled, "It seems that this kind of thing has happened before, and there have been quite a lot of it. These people seem to be used to being expressionless."

Lao Liang smiled but said nothing.

At the same time, Dongfang Xuan rushed into the village like a gust of wind. As soon as he stepped into the village, he found that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

The two big yellow dogs had their tails drooping, their eyes staring at Dongfang Xuan, trembling with their eyes.

“What’s the situation?”

Dongfang Xuan suddenly felt a little nervous.

The atmosphere was really too strange, and these two big yellow dogs squatted in the middle of the road as if they were humane, without any intention of getting out of the way.

At this time, every household next to him had someone coming out, staring at Dongfang Xuan vigilantly.

These ordinary people are naturally not worth mentioning in Dongfang Xuan's eyes. The number is not enough to make up for the gap between the two sides, but suddenly they are stared at by hundreds of strange and unpredictable eyes, which feels very gloomy.

"Sect Master!"

Deacon Yan ran over and saw the situation, his eyes were a little dull.

“What’s the situation?”

Deacon Yan asked in a low voice.

Dongfang Xuan shouted angrily, "How do I know?

You go and ask them where the bikers just now went.”

"Okay!"

Deacon Yan rushed to the villagers arrogantly, pointed and asked, "Old man! I'll ask you, where have a few bicycle riders just now?"

An old farmer, holding a shovel in his hand, stared at Deacon Yan fiercely without saying a word.

“Eh?

This old man, are you deaf in your ears?”

Deacon Yan glared at his eyes, pointed at his nose and shouted, "I'm asking you."

The old man suddenly looked up and spat at him.

Bah! Deacon Yan's face turned black, and he just felt that it was not very real. How dare this old man criticize me?

"Are you..." Deacon Yan was about to get angry when the old man vomited him again.

Bah! This time I was even more disgusting and I spit it out of my mouth.

A strong phlegm with a fishy and salty smell of bad breath slid into his throat along the base of his tongue, and then stuck on the throat wall... Dongfang Xuan felt his throat tighter and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"Vomit..." Deacon Yan was not in a mood to argue with the old man. He almost fainted when he was so nauseous that he bent down and coughed constantly, and even vomited a lot of filth.

Hum! The villagers quickly retreated, picked up the weapons in their hands at the same time, and confronted the two of them like they were facing a great enemy.

"Mom, mom, you guys are looking for death, right?

Looking for death, right?"

Deacon Yan was so angry that he took a step forward and raised his fist and smashed it.

The old man didn't expect the other party to act so blatantly, and he didn't react for a moment and was punched in the chest.

Bang! A golden warrior punched with anger, with thousands of pounds of strength. The old man was just an ordinary person, so how could he bear this? At that time, he died of vomiting blood after he was cut off and died of sternum.

"Uncle!!"

A young man glared in his eyes and shouted miserably.

"Second Uncle!"

"Third uncle!"

The crowd was panicked and quickly surrounded the dead. Seeing the old man's death, they all turned around and rushed towards Deacon Yan.

Deacon Yan didn't plan to kill anyone, but he couldn't even regret it after punching him out. In a trance, many villagers had already rushed forward.

Various farm tools were wielded as weapons and smashed down.

Bang bang bang! Crack... Deacon Yan's fists trembled, and the already fragile farm tools were broken one by one, and the holder also fell to the ground due to the recoil force.
Chapter completed!