“…Haha, where did the beauty come from?”

With a harsh sound, a long knife with a waist straddle and a horse whip in hand, the thin young man stepped into the courtyard. As soon as he came in, the pair of mice looked thin and straightened their eyes, staring at Lansha's delicate face with a look of surprise and greed.

It’s no wonder that this young man is so unbearable. Lansha’s appearance and temperament are absolutely beautiful, whether in the Northern Wilderness or Bran. It is no exaggeration to say that from a certain perspective, Lansha is perfectly compatible with the beauty standards of two countries - the exquisite facial features of the Bran woman, and the tall figure of the Northern Wilderness woman is like a porcelain and picturesque.

What's more, the current environment is still a closed farm. I have only seen the village girl and not many young people in the world. I am naturally amazed at first sight.

When Lan Sha heard this, he looked up at the young man and roughly determined that this should be the Han Luo, the rebellious son in the mouth of the thin old man, so he withdrew his gaze and continued to look at Tang En, ignoring it. It was not that he didn't realize the look of the young man, but the gap between the levels between the two sides was too big, and he even saved the anger and disgust.

However, Bamutu's eyes were cold when he saw this. He was about to wave his hand to send out the young man who was ignorant of life and death, but the thin old man next to him rushed forward first and roared tremblingly: "Rebellious... Who asked you to enter this house? Get out of here!"

The young man, Han Luo, didn't care about his father's roar at all, or didn't hear him, looked straight at Lansha and walked forward. Then, "Ouch..." exclaimed, but he was too involved in watching, and stepped on the vegetable ball rolling out of the sack, and with a bang, he fell backwards.

He climbed up from the ground. The Han Luo didn't feel any pain. He just felt embarrassed. He smiled a few times, muttered and slipped, then rubbed his palms and stepped forward again: "Hehe, what's the name of the beauty? Where did it come from? Why did it appear in my house? Come, talk to my brother, talk..."

"Your family? You kill your elder brother, you... get out of here!" He gasped. His chest was fluttering. The thin old man was so angry that his face turned red when he heard this. He blocked his sight and slapped his pipe at Han Luo's head.

Unable to see Lansha, but when he saw a pipe hit, Han Luo reacted quickly, quickly retreating, and cursed with an impatient look on the verge of the air: "Old guy, you fuck..." He seemed to have noticed that he brought him in with a casual curse, and immediately paused. Then he saw the pipe hitting again, and hurriedly protected his forehead. A fierce light flashed in his eyes instantly, "Old guy, I think you have lived enough, and you still fight with me? Get out of here!"

After getting a gap, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed it. The thin old man staggered back and swayed and was about to fall down. Seeing this, Lansha frowned and hurried forward to support the thin old man: "Uncle, are you okay?"

"Rebellious son...Rebellious son..." The thin old man looked up at the sky, and tears were everywhere. He thought that he regretted his doting back then and did not let the dead Hansen discipline this incompetent young son well.

He waved his hand irritably, "Old guy, are you annoying, are you annoying? Uncle, Uncle, Brother, everything is good, right? I'll talk to me again, I'll send you down to see him now!" After being intimidated, looking at Lansha, Han Luo's expression changed immediately, and he smiled happily again, "Beauty, you haven't answered my question yet? But it doesn't matter, I'll introduce myself first. My name is Han Luo, and I'm from the Gray Clothing Army. Have you heard of the Gray Clothing Army? It's a team that specializes in helping our civilians. It has a good reputation, haha..."

Perhaps he wanted to show his own advantages, Han Luo immediately introduced the good reputation of the Gray-Clothed Army. Of course, he also introduced how he was valued in the Gray-Clothed Army, how brave he was in the battle, etc. He praised himself as if there was no one in the sky and one in the ground, which was very numb.

Seeing this, Bamutu smiled and shook his head: "Ha, this top-notch villain is in Bran." After saying that, he didn't want to watch the farce continue, and waved his hand to slap the other person away. But at this moment, suddenly,

A sound without any sense of emotion rang out of thin air, "Does he deserve to die?"

"Uh... Wake up?" Lansha and Bamutu were stunned when they heard this, subconsciously looking at the steps beside them. Tang En was still sitting upright, but closed his eyes slightly at some point. He opened his black and white eyes, deep and distant. Looking at the dazed thin old man, he repeatedly asked, "Do you think he deserves to die?"

"The unscrupulous son... damn..."

"Okay. Then walk over and kill him." He turned his hand and showed off the dagger and handed it to the thin old man. Tang En's expression was plain and casual.

"Kill... Kill him... Kill him..." Looking at the dark dagger with a steady look, the thin old man seemed to be possessed, muttering in a low voice several times, then without Lan Sha's support, he grabbed the dark dagger with a strange figure, standing upright, looking extremely agile.

"Haha, it seems that you are so tired of living. Well, that's what I'll do for you!" Seeing the thin old man walking towards him step by step with a dagger, Han Luo laughed hideously and looked at Tang En fiercely, "And you! I'll kill you next!"

After the words were finished, he was about to reach out to draw his sword. But the next moment, "Uh...what, what's going on? My hands..." Han Luo suddenly looked stunned, and he felt that his hands were tightly tied up by ropes and could not move. In a shock, he wanted to lower his head to check, but found that his neck became extremely stiff. Then his body, waist, abdomen, legs and feet... were all over his body, except for his mouth and his panicked eyes, no one was under his control.

"Kill him...kill him..."

"Hey, hey! What do you want to do when you are old? Stop! Don't come over - I asked you to stop, do you hear me? Do you dare to take another step and try again, and I and I... I was wrong! My father, I was wrong... I am Han Luo, your only son - don't come over, please don't come over-"

Seeing the thin old man getting closer and closer, Han Luo was completely panicked. While widening his eyes, he kept struggling, and shouting in anger or mourning voice. But no matter whether the content was threatening or intimidation, pretending to be pitiful, or playing the family card, the thin old man seemed to be unheard, muttering to himself, and walked step by step with a dagger.

"This..." Lan Sha looked at him inexplicably, blinked, and turned to look at Bamutu, "What kind of power is this? Magic? Divine Art? Or something else?"

There was no response. Bamutu was frowning and staring at Han Luo, as if he was exploring something. But looking at the frowning and tightening brows, he knew that the action was not going smoothly. In fact, this is true. In Bamutu's perception and sight, there was no fluctuation of power around Han Luo, including the ground below his feet. He looked down at Tang En, who was sitting upright on the steps, just staring quietly, his hands naturally spread on his knees, without any trace of hand movement, including the pressure on the spiritual level...

What power is this?

This is also a question that Bamutu is thinking hard. But unlike Lansha, he was embarrassed to ask...

He is the strongest man in the Northern Wilderness! He is the only fierce man in the Northern Wilderness who can sacrifice multiple monsters! He is a peerless master who rarely encounters opponents across the continent except Wu Ding! But now, just like he didn't know what realm the kid was breaking through just now, he also didn't know what method this kid used to trap people...

It is true that there are so many martial arts in the world. Even with Bamutu's experience and knowledge, it is impossible to know everything. But at present, this is not a problem of martial arts moves, but a problem of the power system. If you are just trapped in the air, Bamutu knows several methods that can be done. This is not uncommon...

As we all know, there are only a few power systems on the Xize Continent. Bran's fighting spirit and magic, wilderness sacrifices and magical techniques, and at most, the set of divine things in the Temple of Light are just like that.

But no matter which one, Bamutu could not find corresponding traces in Tang En. If you have to say that it is similar, it is a bit similar to the divine things in the Temple of Light. Yes, it is just a little bit. The difference between the two is still very big. Although Bamutu is not completely clear about the things in the Temple of Light, he knows that the other party is based on the gift of the gods. Now Tang En...

The eyebrows were frowned into mountains and rivers, and Bamutu narrowed his eyes hard, trying his best to perceive and think, and then he had some guesses. The source of Tang En's power seemed to be the surrounding environment... No, it was the world... No, it was not right, he was not so distorted... To be precise, it should be the world in a certain area! In this area, he seemed to be able to transform some power between heaven and earth for himself...

It was the method that the Bran warrior used to absorb the fighting spirit between heaven and earth for himself... After hesitation, Bamutu still shook his head. He felt that it was not that simple, at least not as simple as absorbing the fighting spirit alone. It was faintly that Bamutu felt that this kind of power could no longer be called power, but something that surpassed the level of power... But what was that?

No one can answer Bamutu's question, and he himself was a little afraid to think about it any further. Because this has broken him, and even broken the current cognition of the mainland, completely destroying the thinking system.

Therefore, Bamutu was completely confused...

Relatively speaking, Lansha seemed very relaxed. She didn't care if Bamutu, who sometimes shook her head and sometimes frowned, didn't get the answer. The so-called expert looks at the tricks and laymen watch the excitement. In Lansha's opinion, although Tang En's current work is magical, it is actually nothing great.

After all, isn’t it just a deal with a bastard who can’t get on the table? Not to mention Tang En and Bamutu, even Lan Sha, who is not familiar with martial arts, is also very confident. He can use no less than ten methods to simply let his opponents go.

Of course, Han Luo didn't know what kind of terrifying methods this seemingly weak beauty had. He didn't have time to consider this issue now. Looking at his father who had arrived in front of him, Han Luo was a little anxious and wise. He changed his curses and begged, and instead shouted for help.

"Help-Brothers, there are... Zhuangmin who is ignorant of life and death, come and save me-"

Everyone who came with him should be aware of Han Luo's destruction in the village, so when he came to the end of the village and walked into this courtyard, no one was uncomfortable to follow him. Han Luo did not take the initiative to bring people over. After all, the family scandals should not be made public. But what he did now is vicious, for fear that his companions would not react in time, so he insisted on raising his father and calling him a Zhuangren who did not know how to resist life and death. This is undoubtedly going to the death of this thin old man!

Unfortunately, his urgency was still slow. Although there was a noise outside the door immediately when he shouted, the thin old man had already walked up to him and raised his dagger.

"Kill him...kill him..."

"No, no, no, no, no, put the knife down! I heard that old man didn't hear it, put the knife down! Otherwise, when my brother comes over, you will definitely cut you into meat sauce - don't kill me, I am Han Luo, Han Luo Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A shrill scream, puff, blood splashed everywhere. The dagger easily stabbed into Han Luo's chest and completely submerged.

Immediately, perhaps because of the deep hatred, the thin old man pressed on Han Luo with a dagger. With a bang, the two fell to the ground.

Get up. Sitting on Han Luo who was still screaming but still unable to move, the thin old man raised his dagger again, his turbid old eyes were out of focus, "Kill him... Kill him..." Another sound, blood splashed again, soaking the two of them all over their bodies and faces.

Han Luo is not dead yet. He is still screaming, but his energy is a little lacking.

Although the thin old man has beenhaved abnormally since the beginning and seemed to have a force injected into his body out of thin air, he has never killed anyone after all. Although these two swords are in the same position as Han Luo's body, they are not a vital point and will not kill Han Luo's life for a while.

But this is not the end, it is just the beginning!

As if awakened by this big handful of blood, the thin old man stopped and kept muttering. The turbid old eyes began to focus, and the old palm holding the dagger also began to tremble slightly. It seemed that he could no longer hold it in the next moment. However, he lowered his head and saw Han Luo, who had a ferocious and distorted look under him. This young son who was so doting on his past, but he killed his brother with his own hands. Suddenly, he held the dagger tightly, raised it, closed his eyes, and two lines of old tears flowed down instantly, "Die, die, die, die... It's better to apologize to Hansen, Han Luo..."

Wave it down, puff, it's not very powerful, but the sharpness of the black dagger is enough to easily penetrate Han Luo's body again.

The left chest, the vital heart, kill with one knife!

The blood sprayed again, very red, very red, probably redder than the sunset that the old man saw at that time... At this moment, bang, the half-closed wooden door was kicked open again from outside, and several big men holding bright long swords instantly snatched into the house, full of murderous aura,

"Grass! Who dares to seek death...uh?" After sweeping away the situation in the field, looking at the thin old man who was lying on his companion Han Luo and pressing the dagger with his hands on his hands, the big men were stunned, "Han, Uncle Han, you are..."

I should know the thin old man. Maybe it was the big man who went out with Han Luo from this Zhuangzi. Looking at the scene in front of me, he opened his mouth and could no longer speak.

"Is this Han Luo's father? I'm so sad, what should I do if this is a mess?"

"Or what if I want to kill this old guy?"

“Is this appropriate?”

"Hey! Ahh, where did the beauty come from..."

Obviously, not all the great men knew the situation in Han Luo's family, and after knowing it, they felt that the matter in front of them was fucked. What should I do? Come out and be loyal. According to this principle, it should avenge my companion. But now the one who killed the companion is the father of the companion, so it would feel even more fucked if he takes revenge... Fortunately, it won't take too long to be entangled. After looking up and seeing Lansha, the attention of several great men was instantly diverted.

At this time, Tang En stood up from the steps, looked at the big men, and said calmly again: "Do they deserve to die?"

"It's time!" Looking at the big men who were almost drooling, Lan Sha frowned slightly, took the words and nodded decisively!

"Then you have to die." Tang En nodded, waved his right hand, and a blood-colored dagger appeared out of thin air in his palm, raising his foot toward the big men.

Immediately, a scene that was very similar to before was staged again. What was slightly different was that when facing these men who could not move and had no resistance, Tang En's move was much simpler than the thin old man. He passed by and slapped his throat with a knife. There was no need to look back or waste a second knife.

It was very relaxed. After knocking down these big men, he seemed to notice something again. Tang En did not stop, but took a step outside.

Bamutu and Lansha did not follow, and there was no need to do this. They jumped onto the wall, watched Tang En alone, paced slowly, and walked towards the big man who was roaring. As soon as they entered a distance of about three meters, the big man even had his expression and movements, and with a few fierce horses, they instantly froze into stone statues of different shapes.

Passing by, wielding a knife, wiping your throat...

A series of movements are freehand and free and elegant, and they are definitely not as fast. But even such slow movements, no enemy can escape them, and no one can escape them... After all, have you ever seen a statue run away?

Watching Tang En from the end of the village to the open space in the village in silence, Bamutu retracted his gaze and spit out a long turbid air that had been held in his chest for a long time, muttering to himself with a gleeful expression: "Fortunately... Fortunately, the control range is not large now..."

"What?" Lansha didn't hear it clearly.

"Nothing... Well, girl, I suddenly realized that your vision is actually no worse than your mother."

Lan Sha was stunned when he heard this, pushed the mirror frame, turned to look at Bamutu's serious appearance, and smacked his lips helplessly: "Grandpa Bamutu, you are teasing me again."

"Haha, you don't understand." Knowing that Lansha was not familiar with martial arts, Bamutu shook his head and smiled, so he didn't explain much. He sighed in his heart and thought to himself in disappointment. I am willing to tease you. But judging from the current situation, as long as time goes by, this terrifying deterrent power of this change will not be much worse than that of the Bran military god Ziyi...

"Okay, I don't understand. But I know that if he continues to kill like this, there will be no one of the bandits alive." Looking at Tang En, who was following the panic fleeing bandits, who was resolutely lenient, Lansha curled his lips and said, "I have to trouble you, Grandpa Bamutu, catch a bandit and ask where the Grey Army is. Since they dare to come out to cheat under the banner of the Grey Army, it is impossible that there is no news at all. By the way, ask where their village is and walk on it... After all, they have to have a meal here, and they can't do anything."

"good."
Chapter completed!