"Woooo...Catch him!"

The thick man covered his mouth and shouted at the beggar in the temple: "Catch him!"

Two of his front teeth were broken, and even his lips were missing. His mouth was leaking, his mouth was vague, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The dozen beggars in the temple hesitated for a few moments, looked at each other, shouted and rushed out of the temple gate, surrounding Yang Xian.

"Boy, I've knocked off two front teeth. Let's see how I deal with you!"

The rough man was furious and angry, "How can he avenge me for ten or eight years if you don't let you be a slave for me for ten or eight years?"

He waved his hand to command the beggars, "Tie him for me!"

There were about a dozen beggars, both big and small, both men and women. After listening to the big man's instructions, they wanted to tie Yang Xian with a rope.

"Let's wait!"

Yang Xian looked at the rough man and asked softly: "Why do you want to tie me up?"

The rough man heard this and said, "Why do you want to tie you up?"

He covered his mouth and slapped his arms to Yang Xian, "Damn, this City God Temple is my Liu Qi's territory. You, a beggar from another place, sneak in quietly. It's not a good thing at first glance! The one Qi Master arrested you!"

He looked Yang Xian up and down, with a hint of fierce light on his face, and he laughed: "The skin and tender flesh are like a woman, I don't know how it tastes?"

He shook his blood-stained palm a few times, then touched Yang Xian's face, and said with a lewd smile: "Among men and women, Qi Ye is the best man to use this..."

"Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in Yang Qian's eyes. The body of the "Seventh Master" was as if it was hit by a heavy hammer of ten thousand pounds, and it flew outwards, flying straight out a few feet away, and then landed on the ground, with blood squirting from his mouth.

Yang Xian's face was as deep as water, and he glanced at the beggars around him, "What is this rough man doing?"

A group of beggars were captured by his eyes and all of them stepped back. Several of them were even more anxious and fell to the ground. After knocking a few, they knelt on the ground and shivered, and kept kowtowing, "Goddess for life, go for life, go for life!"

In their eyes, this "Seventh Master" is already a very powerful person, but Yang Xian didn't raise his hands or move his feet. He just glanced at "Seventh Master", and "Seventh Master" flew out and couldn't see him anymore.

These people have never seen such magical skills, and they all think that Yang Xian used magic.

An old man said tremblingly: "At first, Liu Qi was with us, and they were all fleeing to famine. Later, a few young young people had a dispute with him and were beaten to death. He became the leader of this temple. Usually we go out to beg for food and enjoy it, and he also occupied the women here."

When he said this, his tone was plain, neither angry nor dissatisfied, and his whole body was numb, as if this happened to someone else.

Yang Xian saw that he was so old that he had a slump in his waist and his wrinkles on his face that he had never stretched out for a moment. He saw that he was a person who had suffered from hardships and hardships.

This is the most common ordinary people in the Great Zhou Dynasty today. They have always been obedient to power and swallowed their anger. Now that they are beggars, they are also obedient to those who are stronger than him.

Years of obedience have consumed their ambition and backbone, and all that is left is obedience and obedience.

If such people turn over one day, they will generally treat those who obey them more severely.

In essence, these beggars are no different from the "Qiye" who was just knocked away.

If you insist on saying there is any difference, it is that "Seventh Master" is just stronger than them.

Now Yang Xian is stronger than "Seventh Master", so these people naturally have to listen to him.

After looking at the old man, Yang Xian ignored him and turned around and walked outside.

Now he is alone in his power to save these people. Even if he saves more than a dozen beggars in this temple, he is afraid that there are hundreds of thousands or millions of beggars in the world, so how can he treat them?

Such a thing can be done by one country, but one person cannot do it.

"Ah, the immortal..."

Seeing Yang Xian turn and leave, the beggars looked at each other, all of whom were confused.

After Yang Xian left, he could no longer see the shadows, several beggars looked at each other and walked towards "Seventh Master" who was lying on the ground and couldn't stop coughing blood.

"Ahem...what are you going to do?"

Seeing more than a dozen guys who were whispering to him on weekdays, he was surrounded with fierce eyes, "Seventh Master" was shocked and struggled to sit up on the ground, "Does he fucking want to die? Hum?"

The beggars who surrounded him were shocked when they saw him sitting up and retreated together, with a shocked and suspicious look on their faces.

At this moment, "Seventh Master" sat on the ground and his body was shocked, and another mouthful of blood was spurted out. He could no longer sit and fell softly to the ground.

Several beggars surrounded him again.

A beggar carefully took a half brick and smashed it on Liu Qi's head.

With a "bang", my head suddenly burst into blood.

"Your mother, Zhao Laosan...what are you going to do?"

"Seventh Master" lying on the ground was out of breath and scolded in panting: "You... do you want to die?"

Seeing that he was just threatening, Zhao Laosan couldn't struggle, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief and shouted: "He can't get up! Beat him to death!"

More than a dozen beggars did not hesitate anymore, and the long-term hatred made them catch everything they could and beat the "Seventh Master" on the ground.

The dull "bang bang bang" sound was mixed with Liu Qi's faint begging for mercy: "Give up your life! Don't kill me..."

Although Yang Xian had gone far away from what happened in the dilapidated temple, he had already known the result and was too lazy to care about it.

Shortly after he walked out of the ruined temple, he walked towards the town not far away.

The town is not big and very neglected. There are few people walking around the streets and alleys. There are only a few sparse stalls on the side of the road to buy some shriveled vegetables and seasonal fruits. At this time, the stalls have begun to be closed.

Compared to the previous town where people were so popular, it was quite "rich" in a place. Yang Xian walked a long way on the street, and finally found a small hotel, opened the door and walked in.

He was just a traveler and was not a real beggar. He would eat and live as he wanted. Since he could not stay in the dilapidated temple, he would stay in the tavern for a night.

The shopkeeper originally thought he was a beggar, but after seeing the money in Yang Xian's hand, he stopped talking.

It's just a little strange, "Since this person is rich, why don't he buy a pair of shoes to wear?"

Yang Xian ordered a jar of bad wine and some side dishes. Before he could eat a few bites, he heard someone shouting from a distance, getting closer and closer to the town.

After a while, the shopkeeper also heard the noise and hurried out to check. After a while, he shouted in surprise: "The rioters are here!"
Chapter completed!