Sang Yuchu was about to draw his sword, but he didn't expect that the three bandits who were rumored to be highly skilled in martial arts knelt down and worshiped Yang Lang. Seeing that their expressions didn't look like they were lying, he believed them a little, and then slowly
He took the hand that drew the sword. He just frowned and asked, "Are you really the three leaders of Black Wind Mountain?"
Lu Jinzhong, who was dressed as a middle-aged scribe, gave a wry smile and said, "It's my three brothers."
Sang Yuchu looked at the three of them in confusion and asked: "Young Master Yang has never met you, and it's your first time here. Why are you acting like this? What's your purpose?" What Sang Yuchu said was also true.
This was exactly what Yang Yanrong wanted to ask, so he looked at them with great interest, with a faint smile on his lips. He had wanted to take these three people under his command before, but he didn't expect that they would come to him so quickly.
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When the three brothers heard this, their faces were a little startled, and they bowed respectfully to Yang Yanrong. Lu Jinzhong's face turned red, and he said first: "Young Master Yang, Miss Sang, don't ask any more questions. In a word, from now on
, my three brothers are Young Master Yang’s entourage, rain or shine, no matter what the Young Master orders, we and the three of us will always obey.”
Yang Yanrong laughed, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the three people up. The smile on his face was even brighter than the peony, and he said politely: "What are you talking about, three brothers? From now on, follow me, Yang Yanrong, and you don't have to talk about the glory and wealth."
Endless nonsense, as long as you have something to eat from me, you won’t be hungry. Well, from now on, you don’t need to call me son anymore, just call me brother. I think back then, I was also the leader of the party.
It’s just that I retired from the world later and stopped being that big brother for many years.”
Sang Yuchu and Zhang Keer tried their best to hold back their laughter, "You haven't been a big brother for many years, and you have only been in this world for a few days? Do you dare to call yourself a retired man? You are not ashamed?"
Although the look on Lu Jinzhong's face was respectful, he couldn't hide the ridicule in his eyes. Yang Yanrong had already seen it clearly, but there was a sneer in his heart, saying that if I don't win over the three of you today, I won't.
Yang Yanrong.
Lu Jinzhong and the others took advantage of the situation and stood up. He said, "Since the eldest brother has given the order, it is natural for us to follow it. When we first met, my brothers showed off their unique skills to show the excitement to the eldest brother."
Sang Yuchu's face changed, okay, this is a demonstration! I don't know who forced these three people to come to Yang Lang. She was dissatisfied and wanted to use martial arts to scare her. She secretly thought in her heart
It’s funny, I think you three are just blind people lighting lamps, it’s all in vain. With your ability, you are still far from able to shock this guy. Not to mention his martial arts master, the wine master, is already invincible to you.
The master, that is, his master Long Xiao, can just move his fingers and tell you to catch him without any help.
Yang Yanrong seemed to have not heard the meaning of his words. He still had a smile on his face, but the light in his eyes from time to time was a bit scary.
Lu Jinzhong hugged Yang Yanrong, carefully took out a small bag wrapped in oil paper from his arms, put on a pair of leather gloves, and took out a black projectile from the small bag, about the size of a bull's eye, and a fuse as long as his middle finger.
It emerged from the center of the projectile. At first glance, it looked unremarkable, just like an inconspicuous iron ball. But Yang Yanrong already knew that this thing was called a thunderbolt and fire bomb, which was similar to the grenade of later generations, but he didn't know how powerful it was?
The gong on the side cleverly took out the flint and carefully lit the fuse. Lu Jinzhong suddenly threw the thunderbolt fire bomb forward. Under Lu Jinzhong's inner energy, the projectile went straight towards a target with a whistling wind.
Go away from the waist-thick tree.
After a while, the thunderbolt fire bomb made a muffled sound, and a cloud of black smoke rose up. The faint smell of gunpowder smoke was carried by the wind into Yang Yanrong's nose. He couldn't help but frown, what the hell?
What is it? It's just a piece of clay bomb, and why do you have the nerve to give it the majestic name of Thunderbolt Fire Bomb? Having seen military hand grenades in later generations, how could he be intimidated by such a child's plaything?
Looking at the big tree again, I saw that the bark was flying, and a large group of weeds around it were uprooted. The little gongs on the side had already changed their colors, and even Sang Yuchu had a hint of shock on his face.
, Not to mention Ke'er, his face was pale, obviously frightened by this clay bomb. Yang Yanrong was secretly angry, damn, using a clay bomb to show his power? He even kissed my wife and Ke'er.
I'm scared. If I don't scare you today, I won't call you Yang Yanrong.
Lu Jinzhong had a smug look on his face. He looked back at Yang Yanrong and saw that he was expressionless. He was not frightened by his thunder and fire bombs. He couldn't help being surprised. He cupped his fists and said, "Brother, please give me some advice!"
Yang Yanrong nodded and said: "Take one of these! You are using it incorrectly, and the power is too small!"
When everyone heard this, they were shocked. How could this be called weak? Sang Yuchu winked at him quickly, and Yang Yanrong smiled at her, indicating that there was no need to worry, but it meant that everything was under control. Sang Yuchu
Knowing that he never does anything uncertain makes me feel relieved.
With a sneer on his face, Lu Jinzhong gave him a piece of thunder and fire bomb without teaching him how to use it, just to see how he would make a fool of himself. Yang Yanrong was so smart that he didn't point it out. He took the thunder and fire bomb and took a few steps back, taking the opportunity to kill him.
He quickly took out the lighter. The lighter was so small that no one noticed it when he deliberately hid it. They only saw him touch the fuse, and the fuse started to "chirp". This scene was actually...
Lu Jinzhong was so frightened that he turned pale and lit the fuse with just a light touch of the fuse without using a knife or flint. Could it be that this man knew magic?
However, the next scene made him horrified. He saw Mr. Yang still holding the thunderbolt fire bomb tightly in his hand, with a half-smile on his face. He was not worried at all that the fuse would burn out.
Detonate thunder bombs.
Lu Jinzhong exclaimed: Everyone, retreat quickly, be careful not to get injured. The surrounding minions hurriedly hugged the three masters and took ten steps back before they calmed down.
Yang Yanrong calculated the time, and when the fuse of the thunder and fire bomb was burned to two-thirds, he threw the thunder and fire bomb into the dense forest. There was a loud "boom", but this time the sound was much more violent than the last time.
In addition, it exploded in mid-air, and its power was naturally different from the former. When it comes to the skills of playing firecrackers, how can these ancient people compare to Yang Yanrong, who has been playing with this thing since he was a child? Although he has not played it for many years
, but the things remembered in my mind are still there.
Looking at the place where the explosion occurred, all the dead bark on several trees was blown away, and everything was scorched black, as if it had really been struck by lightning.
The same kind of thunder and fire bullets, used by two different people, have very different powers. Naturally, there is a clear distinction between them. In terms of courage, Yang Yanrong is naturally a bit higher. In terms of skills in using thunder and fire bullets, Lu Jinzhong, a veteran, can't even make one.
Even newcomers can't compare. Everyone present is discerning. How can you not tell?
Lu Jinzhong, the third master of Heifeng Mountain, was so angry that his face turned red and his eyes were dull. Even the look in his eyes when he looked at Yang Yanrong changed. It was no longer the disdain and ridicule before, but he admired him from the bottom of his heart.
A blush appeared on Sang Yuchu's pretty face, and bursts of light shot out from her eyes. Seeing her lover frighten the "Thunder God" who was everywhere in the world, she felt happy and proud from the bottom of her heart. She stared with her eyes.
Yang Yanrong, who stood proudly, was filled with boundless love.
The big boss "Li Guang of the Divine Arrow Competition" trembled on Xiaohu's face. He was obviously shocked. Seeing his third brother's frustration, he felt angry. If he hadn't been worried about how powerful that person was, he would have already called for people to swarm him and kill this bullshit.
Mr. Yang is in trouble. Although there is a small character in his name, the fat on his body probably weighs about 300 kilograms. If it weren't for the magnificent horse, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to bear his mountainous weight.
. He snorted secretly and said angrily: "Brother, after seeing the thunderbolt and fire bombs of the third brother, the villain showed off his archery skills. Please give me some advice."