Killing God Chapter 199: Fishing Village

After seeing this scene, not only Xiaochen, but also Ni Cangtian was surprised. He had seen Xiaochen fight many times, but in general, Xiaochen basically relied on the power of tyrannical flesh and blood. , Occasionally use the powerful Qin Xiu's power, but use the five-element spell to defeat the enemy, and Ni Cangtian has never seen it before.

I haven't seen that Xiaochen can practice the five-element spell, but what he sees cannot be fake. He has no doubt that each of these dozens of water columns has the power to kill an ordinary foundation-building cultivator. , if they are together, it is not impossible to threaten the birth of a monk.

Perhaps it is not impossible for Xiao Chen to defeat a normal early stage or mid-stage cultivator, but it does not mean that he can defeat the cultivator at will. Chen Xing is only a simple five-element spell, but it uses enough power to threaten the cultivator. What if he casts a more advanced spell?

The Han who also saw this scene showed a thoughtful look, as if he was really trying to think of something.

Xiaochen stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down at his hands, the water column had been dispersed by him, and it seemed like it was raining in the sky, "Could it be..."

Xiaochen's body is trembling, and his voice trembles when he speaks. Xiaochen has a conjecture at this moment. Although he is not completely sure, he already believes it. He still needs to experiment again to verify this conjecture. Yes, then everything might not be too bad.

Three months later, where a tributary of the Panlong River passed, there was a small fishing village.

It was an early morning. I don't know if it was because of the water's edge. Above the small fishing village, there were strands of morning mist that looked like silk and satin. The two ends of the ribbon were tied to the fence at the entrance of the village and the river at the end of the village. , Outside the small village, is a paddy field filled with green seedlings. In the breeze, these seedlings, which carry the villagers' half-lived hope, shake their heads in the breeze.

On a pier-like wooden platform by the river, a group of shaggy-headed children are sitting around. In the middle is an old man who looks at least eighty years old. Sitting on a chair, the old man holds a hookah in his hands. , from time to time there is a sound of gudong gudong, a pair of already cloudy eyes, I don't know how much human vicissitudes have precipitated.

"In the end, the fish smashed itself to death on a rock." After the old man finished speaking, he was smoking a hookah.

A group of children sitting on the side is a blast, some of them are laughing, laughing at the old man lying to them, how can there be such a silly fish, some are just purely amusing, and some On the other hand, they believed that there was a fish that crashed to death on the stone, and argued with those who didn't believe it. Only the old man watched the group of children quietly.

"Perhaps, the fish can avoid bumping." A voice sounded beside the old man's ear. It was not loud, but the old man could hear it very clearly.

"If it doesn't collide, all its companions will be killed, and the territory will be occupied." The old man slowly put down the hookah in his hand and said slowly.

"And after it dies?" the young voice asked again.

"The territory was still occupied, and all the companions became slaves, but they survived." I don't know if this is a follow-up to the story, or the old man deliberately made it up.

"It would have been better if it chose to surrender at that time. It's really stupid. What did it change in the end?" The young voice was full of sarcasm.

The old man didn't speak, he picked up the hookah again, the sound of gu dong gu dong sounded again, all the children who were sitting around listening to the old man's story had all left, and the owner of the young voice did not appear, and there was only one place left. The voice of the old man and the river was heard, but at this time, there was a meaning called sadness in the turbid eyes of the old man.

"It's the old rule, I'd better take two with me. I'll choose it myself." In front of a larger house in a small fishing village, it was an open space. It was crowded with people, men and women, young and old. Almost all the people in the village, a man in a white robe stood in the middle. This man's white robe looked very luxurious, and the cuffs were sewed with gold threads, which seemed incompatible with the villagers, obviously not this village. man of.

"Master Chidong..."

"Don't say it, I can't give you any answers." Someone in the crowd just spoke, but was immediately interrupted by the white-robed youth in the middle.

This young man in white robe is named Chidong. He is a qi-refining cultivator. He knows the questions that the person who just opened his mouth is going to ask. Such questions will be asked every time he comes to this place, but every time , he has no way to answer, because that question, he is not qualified to answer.

"This, and this, all right." Chi Dong walked into the crowd, stretched out his hand and pointed at two people at will, only to see that the faces of the two people who were pointed out instantly had expressions of ashes.

They may not have seen that Chidong's retracted hand clenched into a fist and seemed to be suffering.

"Lord Chidong, please, don't take my child... I beg you..." The two people pointed to by Chidong knelt down in front of him, and cried bitterly when they spoke. .

Chidong sees a scene like this several times a year. Although he's used to seeing it, he still gritted his teeth and didn't say a word. His face was painful, hesitant, and entangled, showing all kinds of emotions. The most vivid, but unfortunately no one wants to see his face, even if this face is not only ugly, but also a little handsome.

"Don't talk more, get ready quickly, and send it here in a moment, this seat has no time to waste." After speaking, Chidong showed for a while, as if a strong wind blew out of thin air, and the surrounding crowd was blown away. They had to lean back, but they didn't fall down in the end. When they came back to their senses, Chidong had disappeared.

"Qiao San, Wu Tong, are you ready, alas..." A middle-aged man walked up to the two kneeling on the ground, and said after helping them up one by one.

"The village chief, save my child, please." The man called Qiao San said with tears in his arms while holding the middle-aged man's thigh.

"You... alas... why bother." The middle-aged man pulled Qiao San's hand away, shook his head and sighed, then left the open space.

"What kind of village head are you, just let the children in the village be taken away one by one, what kind of village head are you, what kind of village head are you..." When the middle-aged man left, Qiao San was pulling on the open space. With a loud roar, his whole person has become a little crazy, and he can't stop scurrying in the open space with red eyes, and the sound of scolding in his mouth spread throughout the small fishing village.

The middle-aged man who had already left turned around and walked back to the open space. Seeing the middle-aged man approaching, Qiao San also stopped yelling and moving, and glared at their village chief.

"Then what do you think?" The middle-aged man also glared at Qiao San and said.

"I, we fought with him!" Qiao San dared not meet the middle-aged man's gaze, turned his head and shouted.

"Pop." A crisp voice sounded, and the middle-aged man's slap landed on Qiao San's face.

"You have the guts to say it again." The middle-aged man had a dark face, and anyone could see that he was already burning with anger.

"We fought him!" At this moment, Qiao San had lost his due reason, and really shouted again.

"Pop." Another slap in the face fell on Qiao San's face, the middle-aged man didn't mean to keep his hands at all, and blood dripped from the corner of Qiao San's mouth.

"Ah." Qiao San was originally a strong and vigorous man. His own child was selected, and he was beaten twice in the face. He was a little crazy at this moment and couldn't bear to punch the middle-aged man.

Faced with Qiao San's punch, the middle-aged man also clenched his fist and threw it out. No one was going to tolerate it, and no one gave in. There was only a fist, and he used his fist to make sense.

The two clenched their teeth and punched each other in the face. It was pure power, not a bit fancy, and there was no one-half trick mixed in. The punches that the two people who had never learned martial arts attacked each other would definitely hit each other. , and then, the two people who suffered such a heavy blow will be injured and fall to the ground.

"Hey, hey, if this is real, you might die." Just as the two of them were about to slap each other in the face, their fists were caught in the hands, a huge impact The power seemed to disappear in an instant.

In the middle of them, a black-haired youth appeared at some point. The youth held their fists with both hands, and had a helpless look on his face like an adult seeing a child make a mistake.

Both the middle-aged man and Qiao San wanted to withdraw their fists, but they found that it was not an easy matter. Their fists were clearly being held in their hands, but they felt like they were tightly clamped by iron clamps. Live, no matter how hard they try, they just don't move.

"Let go." Qiao San said angrily.

"Fall for me." The young man really let go of Qiao San's hand, but he kicked him in the abdomen, then stretched out his leg and bounced, Qiao San flew upside down and hit a passed out after falling on the wall of the house.

"The boss is not too young, and he still learns to fight with children." Xiao Chen let go of the middle-aged man's hand and did not attack him.

"Young Xia, you..." The middle-aged man can naturally see that people are extraordinary, and he doesn't mean to blame. After all, no one likes to be injured when nothing is wrong.

"I just passed by, I just saw it." How can there be so many coincidences in the world, this young man is Xiao Chen, he saw the small fishing village from a distance in the sky, Xiao Chen is interested in everything in the world Chen, naturally he wanted to come down to see what happened, and naturally he also saw Chidong.

But he didn't show up, knowing that in the end he saw that Qiao San, who was on the verge of collapse, would have lost his life if he was punched by a middle-aged man, so Xiao Chen jumped come out.

"What happened here?" Xiao Chen couldn't help asking when he saw a group of offenders around him.

"This is a matter of our village, and it has nothing to do with the young man. If it's all right, it would be better for the young man to leave quickly." This middle-aged man is considered an old man, and he has no intention of harming outsiders.

"Oh, I'm tired on the next journey, and I want to take a rest for a few days, so I've prepared enough silver taels." Xiao Chen said without further questioning.

The middle-aged man frowned, he naturally knew that Xiao Chen did not intend to give up to do so, but he couldn't say more, he also had no power to drive away Xiao Chen, or he was not sure that he would be able to do so. Go Xiaochen.

"I advise you not to be too busy, young man, for your own good." The middle-aged man did not intend to continue to entangle with Xiaochen, and he met by chance, reminding him that how to choose is up to others. Do something for others.

"I'm curious, why did you come back to beat him when you left just now." Of course, Xiao Chen was referring to Qiao San.

"It's none of your business." The middle-aged man didn't want to say more, but this time he really left the open space and walked away without looking back.

Xiaochen knew there was something wrong with this small fishing village, but he didn't know what happened. After the middle-aged man left, the crowd gathered around the open space began to disperse. Wander around the village. (To be continued.)