Wuming came out, there was no shocking appearance, but it made Big Fatty very worried, but he stood next to Wuming without even thinking. That posture was obviously protecting him, and Wuming felt very warm in his heart.
, when you don’t have any friends or relatives in your memory, someone stands up to silently support you and protect you. This has a huge impact on your heart, just like having an extra relative when a person is miserable in a foreign country without any support.
There are so many people, although the town is very united, but they are facing a regular mercenary group, which cannot be defeated in terms of numbers, so they are just talking and don't want to take action unless they have to. Besides, people don't want to do that in their hearts.
The first bird.
"What I said, why did I say it wrong? You only bully people who have no strength. I don't know how you can survive until now with a mindless behavior like yours. Could it be that you are bullying the weak and pretending to be a grandson when you meet the strong?" Wuming.
The sound is like a sharp arrow piercing into the hearts of everyone on the other side.
Just, I don't know who shouted, but the people below actually remembered one after another, garbage, etc. came out one after another.
The young man who was the leader of the opponent looked at this gentle and handsome young man who looked like a woman, and could not see any force. He stood in front of his group of mercenaries and calmly insulted his group.
"Boy, who are you?" The young man was so confused by Wuming's temperament that he asked Wuming's name without taking action.
Seeing most of the mercenaries on the opposite side gearing up, Wuming just said lightly: "They all call me Wuming. I am a homeless man in this town."
"Boy, you said that we bully the weak and that we have no brains. If you insult us, do you know what the consequences will be? Although our Wolf King Mercenary Group is not a big mercenary group, it is not someone like you who can insult us.
"The young man said disdainfully after knowing that Wuming was just a wanderer.
"Oh, so you are very powerful. Whoever is powerful can bully the weak, do evil, do whatever they want, and oppress the people, right?" Wuming put a hat on the young man's head.
"You guys are giving him nonsense, I'm going to kill him." One of them must be the deputy commander of the mercenary group. He is average-looking and has clear eyes. He is a man who knows how to navigate the situation.
The young man was told by his subordinates, and he thought to himself, "You're right, I'm talking shit like a scholar, aren't you asking for trouble? My fists are good, I nodded without looking back, I acted like a boss."
"Wait a minute, let's give it a try. If we lose, let's see who wins." Wuming stopped the little man who came over, the one with darting eyes.
The young man looked at Wu Ming and thought for a while, and then thought about it for a while. There is nothing wrong with it. If he wins, whatever he says will be what he says. If he loses, he will fight in a group. If he bows again, he will only be at the mercy of the other party. If he doesn't accept it, it won't do. So.
: "Okay, I promise you."
Wuming directly left a 3-foot-long thumb-thick branch from a tree 3 meters away and returned to its original place.
Everyone, including both sides, looked at him in surprise. Some people in the town in the middle advised him not to be impulsive. The other party was a regular mercenary, especially the square grandpa who was trying to prevent Wuming from coming forward, looking at his size.
It's much worse. There are so many people in the town who are several times stronger than him. It seems that the bigger the people in the town, the stronger they are.
The upright grandfather tried to comfort him, but he said disdainfully to the young man across from him: "Which one of you is here?"
The young man was so stimulated by Wuming's eyes that he immediately came out. Besides, he was the only one in the mercenary group who reached the level 5 Silver Swordsman level.
Wuming subconsciously started to operate his Dantian, and found that the Dantian was empty without a trace of power, but he still operated according to his intuition, but he could only rely on his own good physical strength.
In mainland China, competitions are encouraged to be limited, but casualties are normal, and even death is not surprising. Swords have no eyes.
Seeing Wuming holding a branch during the competition, the villagers in the town were vying to give him weapons. Wuming looked at those big weapons and subconsciously said with repulsion, just use this.
The young man was also furious. This was a naked insult and contempt for the warrior. He went straight towards Wuming and swept away thousands of troops. He didn't leave any remaining energy and just wanted to defeat the ignorant boy in front of him.
Wuming stepped back strangely, as if jumping over an obstacle, then took a slight step to the left and pointed the wooden stick at the young man's chest at a very fast speed.
The young man had exhausted all his strength and had no energy left to hide. He even didn't want to move. Why, he looked down on the nameless little wooden stick and didn't believe it had any power that could threaten him.
Phew, after being hit, the young man took several steps back. His inner energy was even more dissipated, he was flustered, he was confused, he felt confused and he had no strength at all.
There was a tingling feeling on my neck, and an unknown wooden stick was pressed against my throat.
Everyone looked at everything that happened in the field with their mouths open in amazement, as if they were dreaming. No one noticed that Qingzhu behind him was also watching everything that happened.
"You lost," Wuming said word by word, looking devoid of joy as if he already knew the outcome.
The young man panicked. It didn't matter that his face was completely humiliated. He would obey him in return for anything. He said helplessly with a grimace: "Tell me what you want me to do."
"Compensate for all the losses caused by hurting the brother, and apologize to others. Don't cause any trouble in this town in the future. I'm going to say it first today. Don't think you were wronged. Even if you do it again, the result will still be the same. Remember the arrogance
People never end well." Wuming said in a low voice, but very seriously.
"I promise you, I'll do it right away." The young man said, his eyes still showed unwillingness, but he didn't dare to take risks easily. He was suppressed by Wuming.
Things have passed, but Wuming is known to everyone in the town. The swordsman is far away from them, but today they know that Wuming is a master of swordsmanship.
Big fat and honest, but at the same time he doesn't fight for it. It can be seen from his eyes that he really hopes to learn Wuming's swordsmanship, but everyone knows that swordsmanship is a swordsman's life and will not be easily passed on to others, so even if it has the potential to save Wuming's life,
Endu didn't want to open his mouth easily.
Seeing Wuming here makes me want to laugh, he is such a simple and honest man.
Today, when I came back from hunting again, Wuming looked at Big Fat. In fact, Big Fat can be considered a muscle, but he is too big.
"Do you want to learn some martial arts or swordsmanship?" Wuming said seriously to the fat man with a slight frown on his face.
Can you really teach me? The big fat voice was trembling with excitement, and he looked at Wuming expectantly. After all, this kind of thing is too rare.
Of course, anyone can come. You can talk to the people in the town and anyone you want can come. We gather at the foot of the back mountain outside the town every morning.
Well, Big Fatty was so excited that he went directly to inform his friends and neighbors.
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When I arrived at the back mountain the next day, I found a lot of people, mostly young people and children over 10 years old. There were probably hundreds of them. Wuming touched his nose. I don’t know when he got into the habit of touching his nose.
Everyone is a branch. Teach them strength and luck. Maybe a 10-year-old child can develop fighting spirit. Teach them quick swordsmanship, footwork, and boxing. It depends on how much they can learn. If Chinese martial arts