He Zhao didn't want to see blood with his sword and save himself from being splashed all over his body, which would cause trouble later. So, he withdrew his long sword, stepped forward, and kicked the opponent's lifeblood at an incredible angle.

"Exploring the horse's feet"

Liu Jiao was not an ignorant person, otherwise he would not have come up with a big plan that lasted for more than ten or twenty years. After receiving a severe blow, he immediately recognized that this move was a trick that he knew he had to do.

"good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his other free hand struck out at an extremely fast speed, and a palm imprinted on his chest.

"Bang"

"Kacha!"

There was a sound of bones breaking, and the local bully who had been in Qingshan Village for more than ten years and no one dared to mess with him flew out.

Only after five or six meters was he able to land.

"Plop!"

"Ahem"

Along with the coughing sound, the village tyrant's chest bones cracked and he coughed up a lot of blood.

The man surnamed Liu couldn't understand why the son of an ordinary medicine man could be so powerful.

Although he, Lao Liu, is not that powerful among the local drug gangs, he is still in the middle of the pack.

Five or six years ago, I completed the beating level. I dare not say that my physical body is made of steel and iron bones. It is even more difficult for people in the same realm to break bones with one palm.

Nowadays, when you meet someone who kills him instantly with one move, can you not be confused?

Although the famous ruthless man was suspected of being a trickster, he not only secretly administered anesthetics, but also held a sword in his hand. But the fact that his bones were broken is an indisputable fact.

Even if the two sides fight with real swords and guns, the chance of winning is not high.

At least, he didn't think it was easy to break a person's bones.

"I lost."

If there were any unnecessary questions, I didn’t ask.

If you don't commit the crime, you will die soon. Even if you clear up the doubts in your heart, what can you do?

"In the southwest corner of our house, dig down half a foot deep, and all the two hundred silver coins are buried there. Tonight, no one knows that we are coming to your house. The local gang will most likely not come to your door, but when disposing of the body, do not

Sloppy.”

In this regard, the people standing not far away were indifferent.

"TMD, you are so despicable and cunning. I am not unjust if I die in your hands."

After the words fell, he closed his eyes completely and became silent.

""

He Zhao stood there for half an hour.

The previous palm was enough to cause internal bleeding within an hour, even if Liu Jiao was a skilled practitioner.

He cautiously stepped forward and touched the body with his sword to confirm that it was really dead, and then relaxed.

When examining the body, it was discovered that the opponent's right hand was holding a simple sleeve arrow.

"Thanks to my wit, otherwise wouldn't it be unfair if I were tricked at the last moment?"

Even though he is just a martial artist, he actually can't block a sword.

Even people who have practiced martial arts for more than ten years are still mortal. Once they encounter a large number of ordinary people holding swords and are surrounded, they will definitely die miserably.

As for the place where the other party hides the money, there should also be a fatal trap.

"Two hundred taels, it doesn't seem worth the risk."

Even if the trap doesn't catch him, it will definitely leave traces.

What if the local gang gets caught and gets into trouble? Send a few experts over. Even if the anesthetic makes you super strong, you still can't handle it.

"I don't know the true strength of this guy, but I just hit it with all my strength and felt resistance. He must be a practicing practitioner who beats the level. I don't know if I will lose or win if I fight against someone with good luck?"

"Speaking of which, how can I enter Yun Qin? Do I have to find a sect to become a disciple first?"

Forget it, don’t think about it anymore.

Let's talk about it later. The first priority is to get rid of the corpses of the gangsters.

So, he carried Liu Jiao's body and returned to the thatched house. After that, he went out and carried the unlucky man back. The person who drew a [7] in the air was already cold when he found it.

Not long ago, during a sneak attack, the local tyrant of Qingshan Village gathered all his strength and struck with all his strength. He took off the clothes of the corpse and found two fist marks on his chest.

"You haven't broken any bones, so your strength is not as good as mine."

Yao people don't have shovels at home, and that thing is an essential tool for farmers.

But, he has a medicinal hoe!

Although it is a bit short, it is more than enough to dig a hole.

Please note that the ground inside the mountain is hard!

In the middle of the night, I didn't dare to go out with a lantern, so I started digging in my backyard by moonlight.

Thanks to the "Monkey Step" and "Eight Diamond Postures", I have improved my physical fitness. Otherwise, I would be exhausted and panting after digging a hole.

About an hour and a half later, a deep pit large enough to accommodate a dozen people appeared.

"Hoo ho ho"

Fighting back his exhaustion, he looked up at the gradually brightening sky and hurried back to the house to carry the body.

Except for Liu Jiao and Xun Luck, everyone else was muffled to death by him, and they were completely cold.

Filling the soil is much less laborious than digging the soil, and by the time daylight comes, everything will be finished.

He also got some leaves and sprinkled them on the fresh-colored soil to cover up the traces.

After a while, the color darkened completely. Unless he told someone personally, who would know that there were more than a dozen corpses buried in the backyard?

"When I get back from Sichun City today, I will get some medicinal seeds and plant them on it."

I am a herbalist. Is it reasonable to grow some herbs in the courtyard?

"call"

After taking a long breath, he turned around and went back to the house to take a nap.

Yesterday I had a glass of wine with Master Fan. It makes sense to wake up a little later today, right?

In short, there can be no mistakes in character design.

It was three o'clock in the morning and it was noon before I slowly woke up.

I got up and carried some water, took a shower in the yard, got dressed, and set off towards Sichun City.

In Yuzhi Hall, Fan Zhong was flipping through books absentmindedly, not dissatisfied with He Zhao not arriving in time.

Just as someone thought, a boy who was exposed to strong alcohol for the first time drank five kilograms of alcohol. Even if he took anti-hangover pills, it was strange that he could get up in the morning.

"Sir, your beloved disciple is here."

The young boy came in from outside and complimented with a smile on his face.

Mr. Fan put down his medical skills and hurriedly walked out from behind the counter. After walking a few steps, the apprentice he had just accepted yesterday came in with a somewhat uncomfortable look on his face.

"Hahaha, tell the chef to make some side dishes to nourish your stomach and make a pot of porridge."

When the waiter heard this, he immediately ran to the back hall.

"Master."

"Disciple!"

The shout "Master" made Lao Fan's heart burst with joy, and the smile on his face was like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Sit down quickly, sit down quickly."

He led his lover into the counter, picked up the teapot and poured him a cup.

"The royal tribute, green bamboo tea, try it."

After hearing this, He Zhao picked up the teacup without saying a word and drank the whole cup of Gudong Gudong. He vividly portrayed a country boy who had never seen the world and didn't even know how to taste tea.

"Drink slowly. I drank too much yesterday. I woke up with a dry mouth today. It's normal." Fan Zhong didn't feel sorry for the tea at all. Instead, he was concerned about defending someone's rude behavior.

One can imagine how satisfied the old man was with him.

When the other guys who were working saw this, they thought to themselves.

From now on, if you can't afford to offend someone, add one more.

Who is the first?

Naturally, she is the eldest lady of Yuzhitang, Lao Fan’s biological daughter who is still unmarried.

"I'm accepting a disciple. I don't want to make a fuss about being a teacher. Just kowtow three times and serve me a cup of tea." Fan Zhong filled the tea cup again and said slowly.
To be continued...