C18 Kid Snatching

Yu Wenzhao had already pulled out the dagger. When he heard this, he was stunned. His mind suddenly shook as he coldly said, "What's so special about this kid? Take it!" With a wave of his hand, the child landed in the man's arms.

The man looked at the child, then looked at Yu Wenzhao. He couldn't help but hug the child tightly and thank him repeatedly, "Thank you, thank you!"

Yu Wenzhao angrily scolded, "Idiot, why are you thanking me for stealing your child? Scram! "Otherwise, I will kill this brat!"

Without waiting for the idiot to get lost, Yu Wenzhao shouted loudly and used his movement technique to run forward.

Yu Wenzhao replied while running, "What am I doing? I'm even bullying that kid?" Am I crazy? " The occasional person on the road saw a shadow miss or pass by, and they were all stunned.

Yu Wenzhao's face was filled with fear and bitterness. Suddenly, he thought, "Why can't I kill people as good as my parents who died in such a miserable way? What's so good about me killing all of you? I'm not going to die, but rather the bad people are living comfortably!" I am the evil king of the Twelve Evildoers, how can I not even kill a little imp! " As he was thinking about this, he stopped and looked up at the sky. He heard a loud whistle that pierced through the clouds and pierced the clouds. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a knife being pulled. The rest of the men took out their swords and sabers and looked at him with bewildered expressions.

If it were not for the fact that they were afraid of the power displayed by the young man's howl, they would have already made their move. Seeing the young man covered in blood, their intentions would not have been good and they would all have been shocked, "Why is there such a powerful expert in the Beggar's Gang?"

Only then did Yu Wenzhao see that the two people being tied up were covered in patches. Among them were Mongol and Chinese, as well as two monks in golden cassocks. They didn't look like people from the Central Plains.

At this time, a Han Chinese man shouted towards the front, "Brat, you have the guts to come and rob Prince Jin. You should just leave it to me first!" It was obvious that he was also afraid of the inner strength that the youth had revealed with a long roar just now. He didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest, and he attacked without holding back; for this reason, it was impossible to talk about strength other than twenty years or more, and he was an assassin the moment he attacked!

Although Yu Wenzhao had misunderstood these people, he was still fuming. He originally wanted to find someone to fight with, but when he saw that Huizi was using a vicious snake to hit seven inches, he laughed instead. That person's finger almost touched the center of his opponent's forehead.

This was the masterpiece of his life. When he made his move, it was like he was a grandmaster. The people behind him couldn't help but cheer for him. However, just as they spoke the word 'good', they stopped as if they had been hacked by a knife.

Yu Wenzhao had only raised his hand before the stick had already fallen into his hands. The person who looked like the child didn't even know how he had gotten the stick out of his hands. He was stunned.

Yu Wenzhao smiled. "Did you learn kung fu from your mistress?" How did he lose his weapon? Could it be that my martial arts is too high? "

Yu Wenzhao's right hand behind his back didn't move at all, his left hand slipped, and the long end of the stick in his hand was hidden behind his back. Then the stick on the left side came as fast as lightning, causing the man's hand to shake and his body to go numb, Yu Wenzhao's stick had already been caught between Yu Wenzhao's left middle finger and ring finger. Yu Wenzhao then turned around without thinking of it. He was standing right in the middle of where the fist and palm forces struck. The two heavy punches hit the back of the third person, who cried out and fell to the ground dead. The two of them were still in a daze, but the two sticks had already pierced straight through their shoulder blades. The two sticks had nailed them onto the ground from the left.

Although he didn't even look at the two of them, he had calculated their attack speed and reacted quickly. Everyone was already shocked, and when they saw how high his attack speed was and how vicious his attack was, they were dumbstruck.

A Mongolian walked up and was about to speak when a monk wearing a golden cassock whispered something to him. The Mongolian frowned. Yu Wenzhao listened to his father's mother's words for a long time, but didn't say anything. He just smiled and looked at them.

It seemed that the monk had been arguing with the Mongolian for quite a while and was always trying to convince him, so the monk walked up with the other monk and asked Yu Wenzhao, "Young man, who are you?"

When Yu Wenzhao heard the monk speak in Han Chinese, he felt that it was a bit strange. However, he straightened his face and said, "I'm me, don't you recognize me?"

The monk said, "I never knew you."

Yu Wenzhao asked back with a cold smile, "Then why should I answer your question again?"

The two monks actually stopped talking and opened their palms towards Yu Wenzhao. When Yu Wenzhao was still half a meter away from them, he felt the strong force of the palm, and after looking at the two monks' strange gestures, he shouted, "You two bald donkeys are not people of the Central Plains. The martial arts of the Central Plains families aren't as evil as your own, so it turns out you're two monks!"

Yu Wenzhou's eyeballs rolled in his eye sockets. He sunk his palms into his stomach and raised them again, moving his palms as he slowly slashed outwards at a slanted angle.

They had also seen the high level of his martial arts, so how could they dare to be careless? They had originally used 90% of their power, but when they were attacked from above, they actually retracted their force, and the strength of their palms was increased by 20%, using their full power. This was actually forcing Yu Wenzhao to fight them head on, even though Yu Wenzhao was on the ground, but it seemed like they had no choice but to fight him head on.

The two monks saw that they were about to succeed, but they suddenly felt that something was wrong. This young man's martial arts were so high, how could he not use his full strength?

The two sinners had given him strength that he could not control, so how could the two monks have expected that two years ago, the young man in front of them had already cleared up the great difficulty in training his internal energy. In addition, with the speed of his transformation and the depth of his scheming, the two monks had never seen anyone as strong as thirty percent of the person in their entire lives. Even if he wanted to move, he couldn't. The monk that spoke slapped the waist of the person who attacked first, while the other monk hit the waist of the other person. Yu Wenzhao had already let go of his hand and retreated seven feet.

Each of them had at least seven or eight broken ribs on their bodies. When they fell to the ground, they had already lost consciousness.

Yu Wenzhao took out a dagger from his sleeve. "Good for you two bald donkeys. You really aren't worth anything. You actually beat up your own people?" I'm not even as bad as you guys, it's really outrageous, I'll fight it out with you guys! "

Before the two monks landed, they saw a cold glint on the short sword, and seeing that it was a treasure sword, they did not dare to snatch it even if they were people who did not know martial arts. At this time, they did not dare to meet it head on, but instead clashed in the air and actually retreated ten feet.

Yu Wenzhao sneered and said, "You want to leave?" That won't do. " As he spoke, he put away the knife in his hand, picked up the two people on the ground who had been beaten to the point that their ribs were broken, and threw them towards the two monks.

Even though their toes had just touched the ground, their hands were already stretched out to receive the two. The two of them felt that the person he threw at them had an extremely strange force that knocked them left and right, and if they only used one kind of force to receive it, the two of them would break their arms, and the other would be crippled. The two of them did not dare to be careless, as the two monks' internal energy was also extremely high, and Yu Wen did this kind of strange technique to barely catch them.

Just as the two monks released their hidden strength, Yu Wenzhao had already grabbed the short sword and charged forward.

The two monks had no choice but to retreat, and the two ghost blades behind him that had just been cut off were handed over to him by his sword light. With a soft 'chi' sound, the three of them suddenly felt light in their hands, as if their hands had been cut off.

Yu Wenzhao sneered as he fought, "What prisoner of Prince Jin?" When did surnamed Zhao take back Shanxi? Who was given the title of Prince Jin? How come I've never heard of it? "

Seeing the two monks and three helpers being forced back, everyone paled and shouted, "Everyone attack! This kid is so strange!"

Yu Wenzhao was stunned. "What?" Are you all shameless? So many adults beating up a child? I won't play with you guys anymore, let's go! "

When one of the Mongols in his path saw him running towards them, he dodged aside. These people were really afraid of the sharp edge of the dagger in his hand, afraid that they would be able to take it lightly, which would be a disaster for a broken hand and a broken leg.

He rushed out of the encirclement, and just as he was about to leap into the air, a monk wearing a golden cassock had already made a big handprint towards him. Yu Wenzhao didn't even want to think about it and immediately stabbed the dagger in his palm with the youth's hand; he originally wanted to rely on his junior brother's strength to easily let him walk, but it was too late for him to do so. He didn't even have the chance to look at the other people.

Although the monk was injured, he dispelled everyone's fear and rushed towards them. However, Yu Wenzhao seemed to not care about what was being stolen by others, and without even looking at it, he jumped more than three meters into the air, and with this movement, the people on the ground were shocked, but they all raised their weapons and waited for him to land on the ground, only to see him stick his right hand out to eat a leaf, and the small branch was pulled by him with a pull of the leaf, causing it to sink down, and his body unexpectedly rose up a few feet, as if he was walking on a tree.

The monk with the sword in his palm raised the dagger in his hand and saw that his blood had turned purple. He was shocked. "What is going on?"

Another monk could see the change in his expression. "There's poison on this blade!"

"There is indeed poison!" Most of the people who came with them were experts and saw the strange blood-red color.

Another monk said, "Zhi Lu Gu, how are you?"

The monk with the dagger extended his left hand and pressed on the acupoints on his right arm. In the blink of an eye, his wrist and shoulder were all pointed at the monk: "Not good, this poison is strange!" "How is this the time? This arm is no longer under control!"

Yu Wenzhao heard it clearly, and was stunned for a moment before understanding, "For a guy like that, I naturally have to poison that guy. Such a good knife, not only does it poison him, it's also a very poisonous poison. It really is a poison that not only poisons, but also poisons, the monk can't stand the poison anymore." "If he died just like that, then I won't be called Diao Kui anymore!"