In the yard of Guan Gong Temple, seven young people dressed in some postmodern clothes were gathering behind the gate, some were picking their teeth with toothpicks, and some were holding cigarettes, looking like "The sky is the best," which didn't look like humans at first glance, but like a group of monkeys coming out to perform.

Yang Shixuan didn't know where they came from. One of the young people pointed at Uncle Zhao's nose and said viciously: "Old guy, don't tell me these bluffing nonsense. We dare not kill people, but it's not too difficult to make your whole family restless!"

His eyes swept through the temple. The young man, who was less than 1.75 meters tall, waved his hand, and looked like a tycoon in the martial arts world. "This matter has nothing to do with you, and we are not unreasonable people. Tell those surnamed Zhu that they will not send the remaining money before 8 o'clock tonight, but don't blame the brothers for being rude to him. Maybe your temple will have some accidents of fire. Don't blame me for not telling you in advance! Humph!"

After a heavy snorkeling, the young man seemed to be quite satisfied with his performance. When he turned around, he glared at Uncle Zhao with a pale face, and said with disdain: "You old guys have a good relationship, deep feelings, and it doesn't matter if you are loyal, but you have to choose a time to be loyal! In short, don't be unpleasant, I'll put the truth here. It's okay if you want to resist. The dozens of brothers behind me are worried that they can't find a place to vent their anger during this period!"

After leaving these words, the young man was not even interested in looking at Uncle Zhao at first sight. He turned around and wanted to call the other six accomplices to leave Guan Gong Temple in a swaying manner.

But at this moment, Yang Shixuan, who thought Uncle Zhao's sharp words would cause trouble, also walked out of the temple, frowned slightly and shouted, "Stop it all, who told you to leave?"

"..." The seven young men who had turned around were all stunned when they heard this. The young man with a few strands of yellow hair slowly turned around and raised his eyebrows and asked, "What did you say?"

"Same thing, I won't repeat it again." Yang Shixuan showed a faint smile on his face, and walked along the steps along the yard like a leisurely stroll. He stopped after coming to Uncle Zhao's side and asked with concern: "Uncle Zhao, these second-rate guys didn't touch you, right?"

"Why are you coming out?" Uncle Zhao's face changed, and he felt panicked. He quickly pushed Yang Shixuan and wanted to drive him back to the temple, "Didn't I tell you not to come out?!"

"Boy, what are you talking about?!" All the seven young people came out to make trouble. Who could still hold back after being exposed? There was almost no need for unnecessary nonsense. The seven people rushed up with a whistle and surrounded Yang Shixuan and Uncle Zhao.

There were a few strands of yellow hair on the head, and the young man dressed up was glaring at Yang Shixuan. At some point in his hand, he had already picked up a wooden stick about 40 cm long and wrapped in iron.

With a large number of people, he took a small step forward, turned his body sideways, tilted his head, pointed his ears at Yang Shixuan, and said in a strange tone: "If you have any, please say it again?"

Uncle Zhao was panicked. The young man looked at Yang Shixuan sideways. Couldn’t he be able to greet Yang Shixuan’s head just by turning around? These second-rate people in the society don’t know the importance of hitting people. What if Yang Shixuan is beaten out at least, what should he do?

He was panicked, and Uncle Zhao subconsciously wanted to open his mouth and say a few good things to expose the conflict or minimize the damage.

Unfortunately, Yang Shixuan didn't take these young men seriously at all. Seeing the yellow-haired young man's pretentious posture, he even found it a little funny.

Before Uncle Zhao could speak, Yang Shixuan smiled playfully: "When I came out to walk around the world, you probably still teased female classmates in school? Are you not afraid of making such a big mistake in front of me? You are not afraid of straggling your waist, and you finally crawling out?"

"Your mother, I'm looking for death!" The young man's anger was suddenly mobilized, and he no longer wanted to show off with Yang Shixuan. He waved the wooden stick on his backhand and swung it on Yang Shixuan's head.

However, Yang Shixuan's face did not change his expression, and even had a bit of teasing. He moved a little step to the left, and his right hand naturally faced the stick that was greeting him.

Just as the palm of his hand touched the iron sheet wrapped in the surface of the wooden stick, in that moment of one thousandth of a second, Yang Shixuan closed his five fingers and guided the force on the wooden stick to crash hard into the ground.

When he swung the stick sideways and exerted force from his waist, his entire center of gravity inevitably tilted over. When Yang Shixuan was pulled and pulled, the young man suddenly lost his balance.

Just as his body tilted, Yang Shixuan's hand holding the wooden stick also slid to the palm of the yellow-haired young man. With a knock and twist, the young man's face suddenly turned from red to white.

"Ouch..." The wooden stick in his hand fell down immediately, and a heart-wrenching pain came from his wrist. The young man couldn't help but scream and roared: "Where are you watching the show here? Beat him up!!"

Everything that happened in the lightning and fire had already shocked the remaining six young men. They were awakened by his roar. Under the suppression of loyalty, they had to rush forward to try to help. As for whether they could succeed in the end...

Yang Shixuan threw away the wooden stick that he had taken from the yellow-haired young man, hooked the yellow-haired young man's ankle, and pulled it backwards. The boy fell and ate his shit on the spot.

Uncle Zhao was stunned by the side. The seven young and strong young men were as weak as seven little mice that had just landed, without any resistance!

With a backhand, he slapped the young man who rushed up first on the cheek. Yang Shixuan grabbed his collar, leaned back, kicked the young man's left foot on the calves, grabbed him from the ground and threw him on the yellow-haired boy.

In less than a minute, the seven young people were simply solved by Yang Shixuan.

"Ouch……"

As the last young man was stacked onto the human tower by Yang Shixuan, the seven people lay there layer by layer, and the yellow-haired boy at the bottom was blue.

Yang Shixuan patted his hands, walked slowly to the tower, squatted down, patted the yellow-haired boy's cheek, and asked, "Who's the mother you said just now?"

"you……"

"Ba~!" A big mouth slapped directly over.

Yang Shixuan continued to ask, "Tell me clearly, who is the mother of it?"

The yellow-haired boy with swollen wrists and swollen cheeks burst into tears on the spot and replied vaguely: "Don't... stop hitting me, it's my mother, my mother's..."

"Will you get married if you say that earlier? I usually don't beat people, do you believe?"

The yellow-haired boy nodded desperately with tears in his eyes: "I believe, I believe..."

"So you are a lowly person, I won't beat you anymore. Anyway, you will have to die sooner or later! Do you think so?"

"I……"

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Chapter completed!