"Be careful!" He San drank, strode forward and raised his hand to block the flat pole that swung out and struck at the man.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

There was a thud, a snapping sound came out, and I saw that the flat pole was broken, and a red mark immediately appeared on He San's hand.

"You're actually beating people!"

"What are you doing! Bullying is not! ”

"Let's go! Let's go! You are not welcome here! ”

Seeing them beating people, the villagers were emotionally pushed forward. Seeing the villagers like this, the middle-aged man in brocade made a gesture with his eyes, and asked the guards not to be polite.

In the middle of the push, some villagers were pushed to the ground, some tripped by the guards, and some even punched, and finally took the guy and swung at the other party.

When the patriarch saw that they were all fighting, he wanted everyone to stop fighting, but the middle-aged man glanced at one of the guards, and the guard took advantage of the chaos to go towards the patriarch, and a sharp dagger slipped from his sleeve into his hand, and the guard held the dagger in his hand and stabbed the patriarch in the abdomen while he was in the chaos.

There was a hint of calculation in the eyes of the middle-aged man in brocade, as long as this old guy dies and the village is in chaos, the people in this village will not believe it and force them away!

The patriarch was unaware of this scene, and no one else noticed, just when the brocade-clothed man and the guard thought they could succeed, the hand holding the dagger and stabbing it out was clasped by a slender hand.

The guard was stunned, instinctively looked at the hand that clasped his wrist, only to see that the white fingers were very slender, looking like a girl's hand, but tightly clasped his wrist, so that he could not move for half a minute, in his stunned gaze, the slender fingers that clasped his hand, as if pinching the crisp lotus root buds, gently broke his hand.

"Click!"

"Ahh

A crisp click sounded at the same time, and a terrible scream rang out, and the whole person of the guard was torn by the broken hand holding the dagger, and the whole person also bent down.

The scream like killing a pig also made the chaotic people around them stop, and they all looked towards the place where the sound sounded, and when they saw the scene of the guard holding the dagger in his hand, the villagers of Hejia Village were angry.

"I actually want to make a black hand! You want to kill our patriarch! ”

After everyone was furious, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when they saw that it was the little monk who broke the guard's hand. How is it a little monk? It was he who saved the patriarch.

He San and He Xiang were also slightly stunned, their eyes fell on the little monk's hand holding the guard, others didn't know, they knew that they could break the guard's hand like that, and the guard couldn't break free, but it wasn't something that casual people could do.

It's been two days here, and I don't know that this little monk is still a hidden master?

"Yes! What kind of knife to play with! It's easy to miss and hurt people. Tang Ning said with a smile, as soon as his voice fell, and when he pushed the guard away, he saw the guard staggering back a few steps, and the knife in his hand flicked towards the brocade-clothed man.

"Ahh

The middle-aged man in brocade saw the dagger flying, exclaimed, instinctively retreated, and saw that the dagger fell on the place where he was standing just now.

He looked up angrily and stared at the little monk viciously.