Legend of the Great Saint

I'm afraid it's not only that slight power of Qi, but also the effect of tears in the blue cow that worked wonderfully.

He flashed a punch, a bull demon's horn, a double punch, and knocked down another young hunter.

At the same time, however, a hunter had gone around behind him and punched Li Qingshan in the back. The other two young hunters held Li Qingshan's waist to the left and right and slammed him to the ground.

They hunt all day in the mountains, know the art of fencing, and are not reckless people who fight in the streets. Even though Li Qingshan could outperform any of them, he also instantly fell into the downwind.

Unstoppable to see, Li Qingshan's spiritual thoughts were all in the back of his heart. That little heart moved at will and flowed past. His back heart muscles stirred together violently, and a small piece of stealth aroused.

Heavy punch on Li Qingshan's vest, but like a tough cowhide, all the strength collapsed with the calm of that muscle. Li Qingshan was no different than a shock.

At the same time, the two hunters holding Li Qingshan's waist felt that Li Qingshan's body seemed to be rooted on the ground, unable to move at all. The three of them just used their strength, and the momentum suddenly weakened.

Li Qingshan, who had suffered a triple blow, had returned to his breath. He drank heavily and fell on his elbows.

The Bull Devil's Top Horn in Bull Demon Fist is all around except the fists and feet, and elbow strikes are the most powerful horn.

The two hunters felt only a severe pain in their vests and only wanted to vomit blood. They were forced to lie on the ground.

Li Qingshan suddenly turned around and jumped at the hunter who attacked him behind him. When he punched him in the chest, he knocked him to the ground.

The people around them looked at the confusion. It was amazing to see that the young newborn in a vulnerable situation, three times five times two, and hit the five good men of Le Ma Zhuang to the ground.

Li Qingshan looked at the five hunters who moaned painfully and looked at their hands again. It seemed that some could not believe that they had done it. His power had reached this level, unknowingly.

But he didn't have time to be happy. A large group of hunters suddenly rushed out, pulled the bow, pulled out the knife, and Tiger's eyes surrounded Li Qingshan.

This gathering in Paxi Town, Le Mazhuang not only came a few people, but more than twenty people, with the leather goods accumulated in the whole village, only the young hunters, only to meet the elders.

Seeing that his things could not be sold, but hearing that someone was selling cheap animal skins, he rushed over together, looking for Li Qingshan's bad luck. But I didn't think Li Qingshan's bad luck could be found. Instead, I was taught a lesson.

The elders naturally did not ignore it. They quickly reacted. They surrounded Li Qingshan, and the dozen open hunting bows. At that moment, the momentum erupted, making him feel like a trapped animal in a trap. Life and death fate were in the hands of people, and there was a sense of despair.

In contrast, the “Hongmen Banquet” in Liu's steward's house was like a home, and his mind was as tight as a bowstring. All of a sudden, they know who they are. It's hunting for a living. They're not good at fists, they're good at hunting bows in their hands. His cow demon skin can resist fists, but not sharp bows and arrows.

At this juncture of crisis, he calmly pulled out the thick-backed steel knife between his waist, his eyes patrolled, looking for a way out, unexpectedly trafficked animal hides, and caused such a scourge. I didn't want to, but I had to kill people in the city and kill a bloody road.

“Did you do this?” An elderly man with a sick face, with a big bow on his back, stood among the hunters and sounded like a honking clock.

Li Qingshan replied: “I did it! ”

The man looked at Li Qingshan with some astonishment. The ordinary people saw the scene and didn't scare his hands and feet softly. The boy was young and so calm. This mind alone is far above all the younger generations in the Zhuang Zi.

Ask the dwarf hunter on the ground who was hit by Li Qingshan with an iron mountain: “Black, what's going on? ”

“Head hunter, this kid is probably bad for our business!” Little Blackie stood up.

The crowd shouted, “Isn't Le Mars the head hunter? It's a yellow tiger! ”

The so-called head hunter, the equivalent of a village chief, but unlike an elderly man like Wagyu Bull Village, who can be the head hunter in Le Ma Estate, is the most powerful man in the village and directs all hunting matters in the village.

Yellow Sick Tiger, the current head of Le Ma Zhuang, is a famous generation, Li Qingshan has also been famous for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be the sick man in front of me, but I also understand the origin of the name “Sick Tiger”.

The shadow of man's famous tree, Li Qingshan's heart naturally felt a heavy pressure, but he was no longer the original Li Qingshan, sneering: “You came to lift my stall without saying a word, now the blood spray, turned me into your business, Le Mazhuang is really very dominant. ”

Huang Si Tiger's face sank, and he drank: “Why don't you climb up, a group of people can't beat one, you still have the face to lie on the ground screaming pain, and you still deserve to be the man of Le Ma Zhuang? ”

Li Qingshan knew that his actions were not easy, but when Huang Si Tiger gave the order, the five young hunters stood up on their own. In addition to their own physical strength, they were deeply in awe of Huang Si Tiger.

The Yellow Sick Tiger raised his hand and all the hunters put away their knife bows: “This is our fault first, but you shouldn't have done this! ”

“If I don't do anything heavy, it's mine to lie here now. ”

“We rarely go down the mountain once, we sell fur, the whole village diesel oil salt, it is going to land on it, you just sell it at market price, but this selling method disrupts the price, and it is a huge pit for us. ”

Li Qingshan implicitly said that this was something he had not anticipated at the beginning. He could naturally say how to sell it was my business, but because of the fame of Huang Si Tiger, he shouldered his mistakes in front of everyone, and talked to him in a rational and well-founded manner. Without the oppression of many people, he would not want to fight his tongue, and he would be annoyed.

If the other party really wanted to kill him, he wouldn't be sitting there waiting to kill him.

Huang Si Tiger said: "I bought all these animal skins!” Own hunters pay up front and put away all the hides.

Everyone around them praised Huang Si Tiger's charm. Li Qingshan had some surprises. He glanced at the wallet in front of him: “No need!” Turning to pack the cow cart, he did not rely on these animal skins to eat. The other side was so delightful. If he had a better plan, he would have been small.

Yellow sick tiger's eyes of admiration is even heavier. He saw Li Qingshan disappear into the sea and said to the people beside him: “Who knows what he is?" ”

A farmer cautiously said: "Looks like Jiro Li from Wagyu Village! ”

A lot of people around them actually heard, "No wonder! ”

Between villages, although traffic is blocked, these legendary stories are always the fastest to pass on. Li Qingshan does not yet know that he is famous for being in these ten miles and eight townships.