Yang Xiang is guilty. These gangsters under him are known as the Eight King Kongs. Why are they so unwilling to take a beating?
"Yang Xiang, didn't you just want to fight with me alone?" Wang Gensheng raised his little finger and smiled playfully.
"Just fight, I'm afraid you won't succeed." Yang Xiang looked at Wang Gensheng and replied coldly.
It's just that he didn't walk towards Wang Gensheng, but walked towards the car on the side.
Does this kid want to run away?
Wang Gensheng immediately had such an idea in his mind. In the blink of an eye, Yang Xiang was back with a sword in his hand.
The sword is about two feet long and has a cold air.
Wang Gensheng held a baseball bat in his hand, which was more than enough to deal with a sword.
Yang Xiang raised his sword and rushed towards Wang Gensheng.
Anyone who practices martial arts knows that most of the ways to use a sword are to stab and pick, but Yang Xiang just cuts randomly without any rules at all.
Wang Gensheng seemed to be confused by Yang Xiang. What kind of move was this? It was like he had no school.
Yang Xiang became more and more energetic when he saw that Wang Gensheng seemed to be in a daze.
He actually swung the sword in his hand like a storm, with murderous intent.
Wang Gensheng just subconsciously raised the baseball bat in his hand to block it. This block was not a big deal, but he was frightened when he blocked it.
The sword passed by and the baseball bat snapped without any hesitation.
"Haha, now you know how powerful it is. Kneel down in front of me and beg for mercy. I can make you feel more comfortable." Yang Xiang smiled proudly.
"You cheated..."
Some villagers couldn't help but worry about Wang Gensheng. How could Wang Gensheng be able to deal with this sword?
Unexpectedly, Yang Xiang's sword was raised high, but it never fell down.
Just like before, his forehead began to sweat again, and his legs once again bounced out of cotton.
Half of the baseball bat in Wang Gensheng's hand was missing, but there was a pistol.
Who is not afraid of this thing? Two bangs will make your head bloom.
"You, why do you have a gun?" Yang Xiang couldn't calm down, and one of his trouser legs was even dripping.
"Maybe you have a sword, but you are not allowed to have a gun, Yang Xiang, do you still dare to come?" Wang Gensheng laughed so freely.
"Who are you? Don't you know that private possession of firearms and ammunition is illegal?" Yang Xiang asked weakly, without any confidence.
"What if I have a gun license?" Wang Gensheng pointed the gun at Yang Xiang and opened the safety of the pistol.
Yang Xiang could no longer hold on and knelt down with a plop: "I was wrong, please forgive me!"
The style of painting has changed so fast that the villagers of Yangjiazhuang can hardly accept it. Whenever this guy admits his mistakes, more often than not, it is others who admit their mistakes to him.
"Where did the sword in your hand come from?" Wang Gensheng asked.
The sword in Yang Xiang's hand is an ancient sword, which is probably priceless. Just because it doesn't look very good, Yang Xiang actually uses it as a tool to chop watermelons.
Of course, in normal fights, he would use it to scare others. If he were to use it to kill people, Yang Xiang still lacked a little bit of courage.
"I'm asking you!" Wang Gensheng scolded in a low voice.
"Yes, yes, I stole it." Yang Xiang replied with a grimace.
"Do you still want to take Yang Zhenting away?" Wang Gensheng asked.
"I don't dare anymore." Yang Xiang replied quickly.
"Wherever you stole it, you will return it. You said that your wife and daughter don't dare to recognize you. Do you think it's interesting?" Wang Gensheng asked, but he couldn't help but laugh.
"I was wrong. I will never dare to do it again." Yang Xiang buried his head very low, but peeked at Wang Gensheng with his eyes.
The village chief of Yangjiazhuang came over and said with a smile: "Young man, since Yang Xiang has admitted his mistake, why not give him a chance?
The old patriarch is in good health today, which is also a great joy for our Yang family village."
The village chief took out a cigarette and a lighter, but he couldn't light it for a long time.
While he was in a hurry, Wang Gensheng pointed his pistol at the village chief's cigarette.
I wiped it, and a blue flame came out and lit the village chief's cigarette.
Seeing Yang Xiang on the ground, he was so angry that he thought this guy had fooled him with a lighter. No wonder he was so confident.
Thinking of this, Yang Xiang got up from the ground, raised his sword and stabbed Wang Gensheng.
Isn’t this too unethical?
The villagers were stunned. Wang Gensheng could not escape this fatal sword no matter what.
When Wang Gensheng heard the wind, he suddenly turned around and almost fell to the ground.
Yang Xiang's sword passed Wang Gensheng's head, and he tried to change his move with his backhand, but it was already too late.
Wang Gensheng stepped out with both feet and kicked Yang Xiang in the lower abdomen.
Yang Xiang let go of the sword in his hand and flew into the air.
The sword flew out, and Yang Xiang also flew out.
However, Yang Xiang fell heavily to the ground, but Wang Gensheng held the sword tightly in his hand.
As soon as Yang Xiang got up, Wang Gensheng's sword was already in front of him.
I saw countless sword flowers dancing out of the sword in my hand, and the sword flowers surrounded Yang Xiang.
Yang Xiang didn't dare to move at all, he was as dumb as a chicken.
What kind of swordsmanship is this, Feng Qingyang’s lonely nine moves?
Some young people in the village like to watch martial arts dramas. At this moment, they feel that the sword skills performed by Wang Gensheng are simply exquisite.
Until he sheathed his sword, Yang Xiang was still stunned.
A gust of wind blew by, and the clothes on his body turned into thousands of pieces, flying in the wind like butterflies dancing.
There was not a single scratch on Yang Xiang's body. Even his close-fitting clothes were fluttering in the wind. His skin was still the same, except for the appearance of dense goosebumps.
He was so frightened that if Wang Gensheng wanted to hurt him, it would be too easy.
Yang Xiang knelt on the ground again, but this time he sincerely thanked Wang Gensheng for not killing him.
Wang Gensheng called Yang Xiao over, but he said quietly: "I will teach you these tricks in a moment. If anyone dares to cause trouble in the future, you can use what you have learned to deal with them."
Yang Xiaoplopped and fell to his knees: "Brother Wang, you are my mentor, I am determined to follow you in this life."
The way Wang Gensheng hit people just now was so cool, especially with that set of swordsmanship. Even if he is still alive and alone, he may not be able to compete with Wang Gensheng.
"Okay, I just think you are a good person, and do you like bayberry." Wang Gensheng asked seriously.
"I, I..."
Yang Xiao didn't dare to answer.
Yang Mei lowered her head, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Since Yang Mei and Yang Xiang have divorced, you should boldly pursue her. If Yang Xiang dares to come back and cause trouble, I will make him like this stone."
Wang Gensheng saw a large abandoned bluestone next to him and stepped on it.
The stone didn't seem to have changed much, but when he moved his feet away, the big bluestone began to make a sizzling sound.
Numerous cracks appeared on the stone surface, and then with a roar, it shattered to the ground.