A Clash of Gods Chapter 1: Land Temple
In the heavy rain, a chain-like lightning flashed under the night sky, followed by a thunderous thunder that shattered and shattered, spreading across the fields and shaking the world.
Yang Ning opened his eyes and saw the situation in front of him, he made an unchangeable decision, and he was ready to take action.
Try to avoid problems that can be solved with your fists.
The scene in front of him really made him very angry. Three or four young and strong guys were adding their fists and feet around a guy with unkempt clothes and unkempt hair. The beater hugged his head and curled up on the ground. Fight back.
He is not against fighting, in other words, he actually enjoys the feeling of hitting his opponent with his fists, but bullying is the most unhappy thing for him. Whoever makes him unhappy, he will always find ways Make the other party unhappy.
"Stop it!" Yang Ning called out in an open voice. He needed to get people first to get a shock.
The sound came out, but it didn’t have the majesty that it had imagined, but it was weak.
Although this sound did not achieve the effect of Shi Potian, it still made those people stop their hands and turned to look at him.
Yang Ning can only see clearly. The beaten guys are not much cleaner than those lying on the ground. They are all unkempt, and the clothes on them are all shabby. They look like each other like Hua Zi.
"Small...Little Sable...!" A young man with hair like the Beatles saw Yang Ning Yao stood up, his face obviously surprised. color.
Yang Ning felt that his body was a little weak, and he couldn’t take care of it at this time, but said coldly: "A man should fight alone, what is the point of bullying?"
The Beatles looked at Yang Ning up and down, and slowly walked over, suddenly smiled: "Your boy is not dead?" When he walked to Yang Ning, he reached over with one hand and went to Yang Ning's shoulder. Catch up.
Yang Ning saw that the other hand stretched out, conditionedly protruding a hand, grabbed the other hand's wrist, and waited for the other hand to recover, the foot flashed, and the Beatles' arm was backed up. Then, as soon as he pressed **** the man’s upper arm, he heard a “click” and a scream of the Beatles instantly sounded.
This kind of empty-handed combat is a good show for him. To remove one arm from the other side, it really takes no effort.
The Beatles screamed, the arm drooped softly, and the other hand pressed against his shoulder, cold sweat came out of his forehead, and his face turned pale.
The other guys looked at each other, and the two beggars were holding a stick and approached Yang Ning.
Yang Ning smiled lightly and glanced down on the ground. There was really a wooden stick at his feet. He picked it up and held it in his hand.
Screaming loudly, the two men waved wooden sticks around to hit Ning Yang.
Yang Ning sneered, the wooden stick in his hand flashed lightning, and one of his years of special training in the military was to use anything as a weapon. Although the two men came fiercely, but In Yang Ning's eyes, it was nothing. If it weren't a little weak, he could easily knock them down with bare hands.
There is still a wooden stick in his hand, and naturally there is no reason to be disadvantaged.
Two clicks, the wooden stick swings away, Yang Ning pulls in a side step, his right fist slams on the door of one person’s face, one leg and a scorpion kick back, kicking in the crotch of another person, two The men screamed, one fell to the ground with their legs in one, the other fell off with a wooden stick in his hand, and raised his hand to cover the nose of blood.
Yang Ning shook his head, his opponent was really not challenging, which made his sense of accomplishment almost zero.
Yang Ning looked up to the front, and there was a man holding a wooden stick, staring blankly here.
Yang Ning raised his arm and pointed to the stick, and said to the last man: "Come on, it's your turn!"
Ben had a stiff and weak body. After two activities, he was more comfortable.
The man looked at a few companions, shaking the hand holding the stick, and suddenly dropped the stick on the ground, barely laughing: "Little Diao Er, I... I won’t fight you ...!"
"Little Diao Er?" Yang Ning stunned. This was the second time he heard this title. "What little Diao Er?" He couldn't help but walk forward with a wooden stick.
The man was shocked and saw that Yang Ning's stick was still pointing at himself, and immediately said pitifully: "Little Diaoer, this... this is not my idea, I... I was also Force...!" Raised his finger to the Beatles whose arms were lifted by Yang Ning. "Yes... it’s a monkey, it’s all a monkey’s idea..."
Yang Ning turned his head to glance at The Beatles, frowned, realized what he was, lowered his head to look at himself, and his face suddenly changed.
He saw that the clothes of these people were rotten, and it was strange. At this time, he found that his clothes were worse than theirs, and his ripped clothes showed a large area of stained skin.
He looked around. It was a very dim place, surrounded by mottled walls, and there were a lot of campfires on the side. There was a crackling noise above his head. Yang Ning looked up and saw only the roof. That’s because it’s thatched, and there are many gaps, and many places are leaking rain.
Selling cakes!
Yang Ning is sure that he is dreaming, but this dream seems too real.
"Little Diaoer, you... are you alive?" A surprise voice sounded, and the guy who was besieged by several people looked up at this time, and his swollen nose and face could not hide his surprise. color.
Seeing that face, Yang Ning suddenly felt dizzy in his head, that is, at this moment, there were many scenes in his head, and the pictures were interlaced, and the face in front of him was clear in his mind. Incomparably.
What happened? Where is this place?
The man in front of him looks 40 or 50 years old, with a thin figure, with his shirt open, exposing a shriveled, thin chest, thin bones, and ribs clearly visible.
The surrounding environment is so strange, Yang Ning looked at his hand, and the wooden stick fell off instantly.
This hand... is obviously not your own hand. Although it has some calluses like yourself, this hand is obviously much smaller than its own hands.
Yang Ning was shocked and touched his face with his hands. He was very familiar with the outline of his face, but this is obviously not his own face. This face is much thinner than himself, and the corners do not seem to be fully open. It is completely different from his original face shape with extremely sharp edges and even a little three-dimensional appearance.
Yang Ning couldn't help but soften her legs, but sat down with one butt, and her head was dazed.
The beaten elder saw Yang Ning like this, worried: "Little Diao Er, you... what's wrong with you?"
Yang Ning suddenly looked up and beckoned to the man who had not been beaten by himself. The man hesitated, and finally approached the past uneasy.
"My name is Xiao Dier?" Yang Ning asked, staring at the man.
The man nodded immediately.
"Where is this place?" Yang Ning asked the second question.
Man busy: "This is a land temple in the west of the city."
"Land Temple?" Yang Ning couldn't help sweeping around again, thinking that this land master was really suffocating, "Why am I here? What is the west of the city you mean... which one is this? City?"
"Huize City!" The man immediately said: "Huaishui is more than a hundred miles to the north, little... little Diaoer, you... don't you remember? You half a year When I came to the city, I was recruited by the boss Fang, and now I am also a disciple of the gang."
"Wait a minute!" Yang Ning said horrifiedly: "Beggar Gang? What do you mean?" After looking at the clothes of several people, my heart sank. "You mean, are you all beggars?"
"You are too." The man kindly reminded, "We are all disciples of the beggars." With a trace of sympathy in his eyes, he asked with courage: "Little Diaoer, are you... I forgot everything about the illness?"
"Beggar? Little Diaoer? Huize City?" Yang Ning raised his hand and pinched his arm, feeling full of pain, and his face was dignified. He understood what was, "Grandma's, this... . Is this the rhythm of crossing?"
"Crossing?" The man asked humbly, "What does crossing mean?"
Yang Ning said unkindly: "Don’t care what it means, I ask you, that...!" Pointed the guy who hummed over his shoulder and said, "Is it a monkey? What happened to him?" Idea?"
"This...!" The man glanced at the monkey and weighed the strength of both sides before he said: "The monkey thought you were going to die and forced the old bark to roll out of the temple of the earth. Little Diaer... I don’t agree with this, but if I don’t agree, he will even chase me out."
"Old bark?" Yang Ning glanced at the old beggar, and there were many pictures again in his mind, including the old beggar feeding himself. He got up and came forward to support the scarred Old bark, with a much softer voice, "You... are you old bark? Have you been taking care of me?"
The eyes of the old bark were full of joy, and he reached out and touched Yang Ning. Yang Ning was very uncomfortable with an old beggar touching his body, but he knew that the other party was concerned and could not refuse. , I just feel that the old bark's hands are a little trembling, and the tone is full of concern: "Little Sable, just wake up, God has eyes..."
Yang Ning does not care about God's eyes and eyes, but only what kind of living environment he is now.
"You guys feel like I'm going to die, so when this lightning flashes and winds and rains, will this poor old man be driven out of this shelter from the rain?" Yang Ning felt that his shot was really correct, watching The old bark with a swollen nose and blue face and a cold voice, "Come all over and apologize to the old bark. If he forgive you~IndoMTL.com~ This is fine, otherwise..."
"No need, nothing...everything...!" the old bark hurriedly said.
Yang Ning ignored it and pointed to the monkey who had his arm removed: "You, come here!"
The monkey’s arm was unloaded and it was painful. At this time, Yang Ning stared at himself coldly, daring not to resist, and moved to the old bark, lowering his head: "Old bark, I... I Wrong, you...!"
"What?" Yang Ning said lightly: "What are you talking about, I didn't hear clearly."
"Old bark, it’s my wolf heart and lungs, yes... I’m wrong, your lord... The lord doesn’t remember the villain, forgive me this time..." After a few words, the monkey was cold and sweating on his forehead.
The monkey opened his mouth, and the others no longer hesitated and came over one after another, "Old bark, we... we are confused for a while, so don’t keep in mind, in the future... I dare not treat you like this..."
The old bark was bullied by others. At this time, when I saw several people kneeling down and apologizing to him, I was at a loss for a moment, and I could only say: "You all get up..... all passed... ..!"
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