Faced with the more than a dozen guards who rushed over in a fierce manner, Mingxin was extremely straightforward and neat.

Amid the fearful eyes of the onlookers, he walked forward with a quick step.

Before the head of the guard guard could roar in a daily manner, "Who is so bold?", a fist that was not big but hard hit him head-on.

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, the burly man wearing a dark black jacket and a face full of flesh, who had just opened his mouth and had not even made a sound, flew out.

The punch seemed unhappy, but magically faster than the arm of the burly man's arm that reached out to block, and slammed into his chest with an unexpected force, which directly smashed a man with a weight of at least 150 kilograms to fly out two or three meters.

"Do you good things, I'm looking for death!" A guard guard standing on the side was also a man in the martial arts world. His eyes were fierce, and he picked up a wooden stick as thick as an egg in his hand and smashed it to Mingxin.

That stick carries at least dozens of kilograms of force, and the hardness of the wood itself, if it hits, no matter which part it hits, it will end up with a broken tendon and a fracture.

Some timid people in the crowd couldn't help but close their eyes, unable to bear to witness Mingxin's bloody head with his own eyes.

The Taoist priest Mingxin is handsome, gentle in appearance, and tall in shape. Even if he takes the lead in beating the black-hearted shopkeeper Wang, it will be difficult to leave a bad impression on people.

The psychology of judging people's likes and dislikes by relying on their appearance actually runs through the entire civilization era of mankind. Being handsome is itself a kind of capital.

However, Mingxin is the kind of person who can rely on his face but has to rely on his fists to make a living, or his JIO.

The guardhouse was even more cruel than people thought. The heavy wooden stick whistled at Mingxin's head with the sound of the wind, which was to kill him with one stick.

But one leg was faster than the whistling wooden stick. He kicked it out with a side whip and hit the center of the wooden stick.

The guard's eyes showed pride. Although Mingxin's leg was quick and awesome, it was all within his expectations.

From the moment Mingxin punched his boss, he knew that the little Taoist priest in front of him was a master, and his seemingly sure shot was not as confident as he showed.

In fact, he wanted the little Taoist priest in front of him to block with his arms, so that he could maximize the benefits of this stick.

The wooden sticks they usually carry in the yard are all selected jujube wood. After soaking tung oil for half a month, then drying, then drying. This is repeated three times, which not only maintains the original hardness of jujube wood and increases its flexibility. It is most suitable to be used to beat those untouchables. However, even the thigh bone can be broken by one stick. Kicking one leg like Ming Xin, the bone sticks will be connected, and the leg bones will only end up being broken.

If the legs are broken, no matter how masters are, they can only let others make them.

This guard is definitely an old man. With a full estimate of the opponent's strength, he is both determined and strategic in taking action. Many big shots are actually in the hands of such seemingly insignificant little people.

It's the same as the principle that a lion, as powerful as the king of the grassland, will be stung by a poisonous scorpion.

But what if Mingxin is strong and has exceeded the scope of understanding of the hospital?

The result is naturally different.

The legs and sticks were connected, and there was a crisp "click".

The broken one is a jujube stick soaked through a special method, not a leg.

Because the upper half of the jujube wooden stick was thrown away, but Mingxin's leg did not stop. After kicking the wooden stick, it slashed down like a battle axe, and kicked him hard on the shoulder in the horrified eyes of the guard guard.

The guard flew more decisively than his leader, and his heavy body slammed on the counter, and the moans of wood and the moans of humans mixed.

But this is not the end. Dao Xin's firm and clear-hearted Taoist adheres to the principle of eliminating evil and continues to move forward...

Half the face was dry, thin, and half the face was flushed and round. Manager Wang opened his mouth with two front teeth, and fucked the gentle little Taoist priest like an angry lion, rushing into more than a dozen guards, destroying them.

No one is his enemy, one punch, one person flies, one kick, and one person flies.

Even if the last guard turned around and wanted to escape, he was still beaten to the end by the little Taoist priest who had to beat the ghost to the end and picked up one person with one hand as a weapon and threw it out. The two of them became rolling gourds in the backyard together.

What a cruel little Taoist priest! Not to mention that the shopkeeper Wang was scared and shrank into his stomach at that moment, he regretted that he had cheated those poor people today in order to make a few dollars in the price difference today. Even Lu Zhongda, who was watching all this from afar, took a breath.

He had already had a high estimate of Mingxin's strength, but Mingxin was even stronger. He slapped a group of well-trained armed guards with bare hands. Until now, the sword on his back was out of the sheath and had not even moved.

Of course, compared to the skill of fist and foot, Mingxin is not dragging on the slightest. Since he wants to fight, a style that is not kept is more in line with Lu Zhongda’s imagination of him. This is not a person who cultivates one’s character and is a typical soldier’s style.

That is why Lu Zhongda doesn't understand those who practice Taoism. They can be compassionate to the heavens, but they are extremely firm in their beliefs. The Taoist gods in Taoism, Tianpeng Yu Zhen Shouyuan Zhenjun, Tianyouren Zhenling Fu Zhenjun, Yisheng Baode Chuqing Zhenjun, and Yousheng Zhenwu Lingying Zhenjun, who does not appear or have a killing aura?

Once they are recognized as a demon, killing the demon to defend the world is just a heart of the Tao.

This means that Mingxin just identified these guys as little devils who have caused trouble in the world and have not yet risen to the height of the demon. Otherwise, the Qingfeng sword on his back would have been unsheathed and would never have been added to the present.

To a certain extent, the Mingxin Taoist at this time is a stubborn defender, defending what he thinks, and trying his best to save those he thinks should be saved, punishing those he thinks are evil, and excluding the demons he thinks are.

For this reason, I will not hesitate to do this, and there is no problem of being a style or not, it is pure and almost pure.

If such a guy goes to the battlefield of hand-to-hand combat, what kind of killing god will be like? The cliff is a great disaster for the Japanese army and great fear.

Regardless of whether the head is rolling or the intestines are rotten, the battlefield is filled with strange smells such as blood, organs, feces and urine, which are very likely to be no psychological burden for this person. The Japanese devils are all demons, so they can be eliminated!

"There are any accomplices who help the evildoer? You can shout out the shopkeeper again, and Xiaodao will clean up the people here." After Ming Xin smashed the last guard away, he glanced at the food shop guys hiding in corners around him, and turned his attention to the shopkeeper Wang who was still standing.

"Little Taoist priest, do you know who you have offended? Let me tell you, you are in trouble? Do you know who the person behind my boss is?" Manager Wang, who has a fat and thin Yin-Yang face, shivering, but his mouth is also very hard.

"I don't care who is behind your boss? I only know that in such an extraordinary period, you still dominate the market and harm ordinary people. It's the same as demons and ghosts. If I didn't meet, it would be fine, but since it has fallen into the eyes of Xiaodao, Xiaodao must take care of it." Mingxin's face turned calm and she sat directly on the bench in the lobby of the food store that had been smashed into pieces. "Go! Let you call on those sources of chaos!"

I'm going, this is a stubborn person! Not to mention the stubborn manager Wang, he was stunned, even the onlookers were taking a breath.

With one's own strength, the dozen guards in charge of guarding this big grain store were all over the ground. Now they were smart and they were not allowed to run away! Leaving Xuzhou City before the military and police arrived, who would have time to really chase such a strong man in such a mess!

Just now, although the Taoist priests were ruthless, they were not merciless and the guards were lying all over the ground, but they were still humming and showing their lives without worries, which means that the Taoist priests did not kill him and were not a thief.

With this as a guarantee, that way, it is just to find a way for yourself. People can be beaten, but the powerful aura cannot be lost. Otherwise, you will not be able to think that you can be awesome and use inferior products as good people in this area in the future.

Unfortunately, the little Taoist priest is just so stubborn, and he has the momentum of coming back to the road, and the small Taoist swaying with all its strength.

Just so hard!

Perhaps, only a few people like Lu Zhongda know that the path to Mingxin is not that they don’t want to walk, but that they can’t walk.

If he leaves, the Tang family's grain store will inevitably take the accounts to the pale refugees outside the door. Their fate is probably not as simple as hungry.

But when the backstage of this grain store comes, what should I do? Can he withstand bullets with his flying knife skills alone?
Chapter completed!