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Chapter 48 The Hateful Yellow-faced Man

The yellow-faced man felt a little guilty when he saw the battle, but in order not to hurt his face, he pretended to be arrogant: "Who are you?"

Huali furrowed his brows, and forcibly drew a dab of light from the clear and shallow bay, and paused every word: "Listen, I'm asking Qian Yitong, whose name is Wujin, the name Xianshan Layman, and people in the Jianghu are known as Daoist Priest of Spike, that's right. "

As soon as the words fell, the three big men were startled at the same time, and they stepped back several steps, surrounding the yellow-faced man in the middle, and they were already in the posture of drawing their swords for defense.

Hua's heart is full of weakness, so he knows how to do the three-legged cat's kung fu. He is definitely not the opponent of these three people. Once he uses force, he will definitely leak his secrets. He can only pray that his showmanship can scare those people away.

"You...you you you, yes, that legendary monk?" The yellow-faced man was also guilty, pointing at Huali and stammering.

"I don't want to say my words a second time. If you don't want to die, just get out of here obediently."

Performing a full set, Huali raised his hand, Maomao got a fan out of nowhere, hid behind him, fanning his clothes and beards flying away.

The yellow-faced man and his party naturally didn't know that a monkey was playing tricks behind them. The big man's forehead began to drip sweat, and he leaned into the yellow-faced man's ear: "Boss, it's automatic without wind."

The yellow-faced man fought all over, and was about to retreat, but another big man whispered: "No, he doesn't have a sword. That monk, it is said that he has a sharp sword."

"You, you didn't kill the Taoist priest in seconds, you don't have a sword!" the yellow-faced man plucked up his courage and shouted.

"Why do you need to use a sword to deal with a few rat thieves like you?"

Hua Li's palms were also sweating, and he pretended to be making a fist to make a move, and gestured towards Mao Mao with one hand behind his back, and Mao Mao quickly stuffed a long-handled pot in his hand.

what to do?Go straight?Or rushed up to fight him?The yellow-faced man couldn't decide to pay attention, and the atmosphere fell into a stalemate for a while.

Huali's airs were stretched to the limit, and the three big men squeezed the hilt of their swords and kept examining him. As long as he showed any flaws, they would definitely notice.

Finally, the yellow-faced man couldn't hold on any longer, and shouted: "Whoever he is, a monk or not, fight him!"

The three big men drew their swords and rushed forward at the same time, Hua Li cursed inwardly, but he didn't care about that much anymore, and the backhand was to shoot off the big man who rushed up first.

With a sound, the big man was stunned by the pot that came out of nowhere, Hua Li didn't care about him, the fight was all about reflexes and hand speed, in the blink of an eye, he kicked the big man away, and raised the pot to meet the other The swords of two big men.

Uncle Wu was not stupid either. He touched the pole in the corner and immediately stepped forward to help out, and the scene became chaotic for a while.

Cui Lingna had seen this scene before, so she pulled Mrs. Wu aside and shivered in fright.

Seeing Hua Li being entangled, the yellow-faced man rushed over to grab Cui Ling's hand. Mrs. Wu yelled to let go of my daughter, and got together with the yellow-faced man. The yellow-faced man cursed unbearably, and suddenly drew his sword, A sword pierced Mrs. Wu's chest.

Cui Ling's screams pierced the sky over the tiled houses of the farmers: "Mother..."

Old lady Wu stared at the yellow-faced man with red eyes, but unfortunately, the blood flowed down the sword blade on her chest and dyed the red linen clothes like a spring. His hand was still firmly grasping the yellow-faced man's sleeve.

"My wife! You beast!"

Uncle Wu also let out a scream, swung his shoulder pole and slashed at the yellow-faced man.

Hua Li was overwhelmed by the recovered man and the other two, he couldn't protect himself, so he could only yell Mao Mao.