In the understanding of Lin Beichen, Xiao Binggan made a decision in an instant.
It doesn't matter. I look like my brother now. Even if I run away, others will think it's my brother. It can't damage my reputation.
The fat man is very active.
It's a fool who stays to be buried.
He said to himself.
However, no matter how to do psychological construction, his steps, like not listening to his words, did not move at all.
He stood quietly on the steps.
Surrounded by the old man and goddess of the sea.
Behind him is the temple, in which there are 46 beautiful and pure maiden priests.
"Lin Beichen?"
Wang Hai'an and others rushed to the steps of the temple and saw the young people standing high. They couldn't help stopping.
The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.
Before Lin Beichen killed all sides, he hit Jiang Ziliu hard and killed Qu chuxiao, which showed his master level strength, especially the one handed sword seal, which was more unpredictable, which meant who died.
Before they rushed to kill, they forgot that there was such a fierce watchdog outside the temple.
Wang Hai'an looked at Lin Beichen with red eyes and hatred.
His favorite son Yu wanlou died in the hands of this little bastard.
Today, we must take revenge.
He waved.
"Up... Kill this little bastard."
The bodyguard of the man in grey around him immediately drew out his sword and rushed to kill him.
Xiao Binggan turned to look at the "teacher's wife" and old man Hai.
He can't talk.
Only eyes.
His eyes were pure with a trace of prayer.
It's like Wang Xingren begging for food.
It's almost like spitting out a cute little tongue.
However——
"Don't look at it. Your highness and I can't meddle in today's business. You can solve it yourself."
The old man refused mercilessly.
The goddess of the sea nationality was calm and silent, and obviously agreed with the old man's words.
Xiao Bing scolded her mother.
Brother, you are so unreliable.
Can't it be a broken relationship?
Let your master work hard and ask what's going on.
Looking at the man in grey rushing up, Xiao Binggan was a little afraid and trembled all over.
He was timid in the first place.
This is the second important reason why he didn't jump to the intermediate college or join the army.
Xiao Binggan is scared to death.
But he still didn't mean to escape.
Instead, he raised his arm and made a gesture.
The man in grey, who came from below, suddenly retreated like a tide.
One handed sword seal.
Because Xiao Binggan is imitating Lin Beichen's action when he holds the snow eagle.
Outsiders can't see the eagle in the snow. They just think that Lin Beichen's action of holding a gun is a kind of magical sword seal. Many people have studied it. It can be said that this action is a gesture that many martial arts masters are familiar with recently.
So when Xiao Binggan raised his hand to hold the gun, the bodyguard of the man in grey immediately counseled
It's too late.
A sword seals a master of martial arts.
They are just martial arts masters. How dare they show their talents?
Xiao Binggan raised his hand again and pointed to the king of Hai'an.
Wang Hai'an's face changed wildly when he was stunned. He used his body method and stepped back.
"Protect the Lord..."
The guard of the man in grey called out.
But few of them really rushed through.
The other nearly 100 martial arts strongmen also retreated one after another.
The painting style outside the temple is very strange.
Xiao Binggan kept the posture of sand sculpture, casually pointed to the direction of the crowd in an instant to avoid, for fear of being locked.
Xiao Binggan laughed.
A bunch of idiots.
With his other hand, he pointed his middle finger at the crowd.
Because he knew that he had to be arrogant.
It has to be a look of confidence.
It's suitable for brother's personal design.
Otherwise, the pig will not be able to play tiger today.
"Kill..."
"Kill him for me, and reward Xuanshi with five Jin and gold coin with one hundred thousand..."
"To reward an official position..."
Wang Hai'an roared with red eyes.
Under the heavy reward, there must be brave men.
Finally, the four bodyguards in grey could not bear it. They moved from side to side like butterflies in flowers. They were unpredictable in shape and quickly approached Lin Beichen.
In Xiao Binggan's heart, he was confused and crazy.
what the fuck.
Why don't you play according to the rules?
What should I do?
He felt like he was going to pee.
no way.
I want to run.
Life matters.
I have to support my mother.
I'm dead. What's my mother going to do?
He thought of countless reasons to convince himself.
But his steps were towards the four men in grey.
battle.
It was as if there was a kind of magic in his body, urging him to rush towards the enemy.
"Kill."
A bodyguard of a man in grey jumped up in the air.
A sword like electricity stabs at Xiao Binggan.
Ah, die, die, die.
This is a middle level martial arts teacher.
I'm not an opponent.
Xiao Binggan complained bitterly in his heart, but his body's instinct and reaction was very fast. He flashed directly, avoided the sword in an instant, and immediately punched out.
He moves like lightning.
This blow just hit the flank of the guard of the man in grey.
Bang!
It's like a hammer hitting a watermelon.
Red and white splashes.
The bodyguard of the man in grey was directly hit by one blow.
"What?"
Xiao Binggan almost exclaimed.
My punch
How did you do that just now?
He was shocked.
Whew, whew!
The light of the sword flickered.
The other three bodyguards in grey clothes, at the same time, each performed their own swordsmanship skills. Dozens of swords were shining and roaring, cutting deep marks on the stone steps of the temple
All three of them are level six martial arts masters.
You can be regarded as a master of Dawu division.
But Xiao Binggan is like a tiger treading on a sheep. He uses the simplest footwork to avoid the sword light and strike hard.
Boom boom!
Three dodges, three punches.
In the burst of anger, the three guards in grey were beaten to death on the steps of the temple by him.
Bone spatter.
Blood is flowing.
The air was suddenly quiet.
The king of Hai'an and other martial arts masters below looked at each other and could not help but feel cold.
This Lin Beichen is as cruel and violent as the rumor.
For a moment, no one dared to do it again.
Xiao Binggan stares at his fists.
What's going on?
How did I get so bad?
One big martial arts master with one punch.
It's not right.
In my daily practice, I was beaten repeatedly by my brother and Guangjiang, and I hardly had the ability to fight back. Recently, I was a little better. After I got to the level of bronze sword bone, I could fight Guangjiang with five or six fists
But just now?
Have I become an expert unconsciously?
He was scared and excited.
Below.
"We don't have much time, kill..."
Wang Hai'an couldn't bear it any longer. He yelled: "it's now for men to make contributions... And don't forget that if you delay, you can't finish the task, let alone money and wealth. If you get angry, you'll have to pay for your life."
"Kill."
"Wealth is in danger."
"Grab the resources, grab the women... Whoever grabs it will be his."
"If you don't want to die, let's rush together."
In the crowd, there were also people who were loudly encouraging and fanning the flames.
Finally, the murderers could not bear to kill and lust in their hearts, and their swords came out of their scabbard and rushed up.
Whew, whew!
The arrow is in the air.
There are marksmen hidden in the crowd.
The special crossbow breaks through the air and takes Xiao Binggan.
The more than 100 martial arts masters who rushed up were not all mobs.
There are also some real elite of Weishi.
"Kill."
There was a roar.
Xiao Binggan trembled with fear.
But perhaps fear to the extreme, but turned into excitement and madness.
He uttered a kind of meaningless roar that he did not understand, just like a rabbit, red eyed, rushing up against the arrow.
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Xiao Binggan is an important role in the river.
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