Chapter two hundred and ninetieth winning streak
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"If you brothers don't believe in Luo Xin, there is no way for Luo Xin to do so. ±, I'm giving you the opportunity. Whether you can catch it depends on your determination. Of course, if you don't believe it, I must have made up my mind to keep Luo Xin forever?"
Zhang Chenghe told the others that their faces were all slightly red, which made Luo Xin believe in his inference more, and a faint smile appeared on his face, which contained confidence and sarcasm.
"Dear brothers, don't forget that although I am a scholar, I am also a warrior. So I can't kill you. I am confident that even if I die here in the end, I will take some people to take the blame."
Zhang Cheng, Gao Wu and others were shocked. At this time, they remembered the origin of Luo Xin's family. They were not a scholar who was powerless. They had also killed the Mongolian Tartars. They also heard that Luo Xin defeated his subordinates with one shot.
"Hmph!" At this time, a man who had been sitting near the door snorted coldly: "Little baby, he's not a small tone."
Luo Xin knew the rules among warriors, especially in the green forest. That is, martial arts are the most respected. If you want to gain the respect of the other party, or even believe in your own point of view, it is not enough to rely on the halo of Xiao Sanyuan, unless everyone has been together for a long time and has made many strange plans to establish an unshakable position. But this is different at this time. After all, we are only meeting for the first time and will fight one after another. He then tucked the Confucian shirt around his waist and bowed his hand:
"Please give me advice!"
The man was the fifth leader of Taihang Mountain Village. Before he entered Taihang Mountain Village, he was a martial arts lieutenant. Like Luo Qing's position at this time, the weapon he used was a big knife. At this time, the sword was leaning beside the chair. He glanced at Luo Xin and saw that Luo Xin had no weapons on him, but he was just a slightly larger folding fan inserted between his waist. He immediately did not get the big knife. He stood up from the chair and arched with his hands:
"please!"
The remaining four people did not move, and Zhang Cheng and Gao Wu did not stop them. They also wanted to see Luo Xin's martial arts. This big house was big enough, but it was enough to compete with each other.
"Please!" Luo Xin put on a Tai Chi aura and looked at the fifth leader opposite him.
"Bang!"
The fifth head of the army stepped on the ground with his left foot, and made his right foot. He made a move with his heart and hit Luo Xin. This punch was completely in a fierce way, completely in the military-friendly boxing style. However, Luo Xin felt confident in his heart. From his body skills, the use of boxing and power, Luo Xin knew that the other party did not have a master or family learning, but had learned some skills in the army, and he relied on his experience to fight the enemy.
In the eyes of others, his punch was very sharp, but Luo Xin, who had been practicing martial arts since he was three years old and had a lot of flaws in his eyes. He took a slanted side step and dodged the other party's black tiger's heart. He didn't do anything at all, but just used his shoulder to hit Wuzhu. It was the leverage force in Tai Chi that Wuzhu's body flew out and fell to the ground with a "plop".
Zhang Cheng, Gao Wu and others' expressions changed. They thought that Luo Xin would defeat Lao Wu. After all, Luo Xin's family had a lot of knowledge, but they did not expect that Lao Wu was not Luo Xin's enemy in one move. At this time, the fifth leader stood up from the ground with a carp. His face turned red, and he was defeated by a twelve-year-old child whom he had just ridiculed, which made him extremely embarrassed and angry. Seeing Luo Xin's leisurely look, he shouted loudly and rushed towards Luo Xin like a bull, with his two peaks piercing his ears and smashed towards Luo Xin's temple on his head. At this time, he did not hold back at all.
Seeing that his two fists had come to him like a hammer, Luo Xin took a step forward, used his wild horse's mane to split his body with both hands, and snatched into the other's arms in front of him, rotating his heels, and hitting his back towards the other's chest.
Tai Chi: Backing the mountain.
"Bang!"
The fifth head of the family flew out again. This time, the distance was even longer. It hit the wall and then fell to the ground. The chest did not come up in one breath, and it actually fell into a coma.
"Young Master Luo is very skilled, come and learn from me!"
A figure suddenly jumped up, but it was the fourth leader of Taihang Mountain Village. With the power of the jump, he kicked Luo Xin's heart through his heart.
Luo Xin stepped forward with his hands like clouds, and his hands were placed on the other party and kicked his ankle, then he held it and pulled it.
Tai Chi: Yunshou.
The Siding House's body flew out slanted, and with a "slam" sound, hitting the Wuding House's chair, knocking the chair to the ground.
"Dang lang lang..."
The big knife leaning beside the chair fell to Sidang's side. Sidang's house was also extremely embarrassed and angry at this time. Luo Xin let him and Lao Wu rolled over, and felt that he had lost face to Taihang Mountain Village. At this time, he forgot that the other party was only twelve years old. In awe, he reached out and picked up the big knife beside him, turned over and stood up, stared with red eyes, and slashed towards Luo Xin with a slashing strap.
Luo Xin narrowed his eyes slightly. Although this sword looked ordinary to Luo Xin, it had a sharp murderous aura. This was not the opponent's sharp move, but the murderous aura condensed from the battlefield.
"Is this the battlefield experience that my dad said?"
Luo Xin pulled out the folding fan on his waist with his hands, and knocked it diagonally on the blade with a judge's brushwork. The whole body's strength was concentrated on one point, and he forced the sword to open, and the big sword fell from Luo Xin's side.
"Crazy..."
The folding fan in Luo Xin's hand opened instantly, and the fan surface slashed towards the door of the Siding House like a big knife. The fierce sword force was endless. The look of fear appeared in the eyes of the Siding House. Although Luo Xin's hand was not a real knife, it was just a folding fan, but Luo Xin, who had been practicing the sword hard, made the Siding House feel that it was a real big knife. It slashed over with an unstoppable sword force, and couldn't help but lose consciousness. The folding fan stopped at his eyebrows, but he felt a hard spike pressing against his eyebrows. He couldn't help but realize that the folding fan in Luo Xin's hand was actually a weapon. The fan bone in the folding fan could definitely pierce his eyebrows, and his face turned pale in an instant and he didn't dare to move.
"Give up!"
Luo Xin put away the folding fan, took a step back, and looked at the other three people in the big house. To be honest, Luo Xin was a little disappointed at this time. Through the competition with these two leaders, this martial arts was really average. If Zhang Cheng and Gao Wu were the same, even if he used the known historical skills to defeat Alatan Khan, Zhang Cheng and Gao Wu would not have much success in the future, and they might die on the battlefield where they fought Alatan Khan this time.
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