Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 759

Chapter 759: The fist is hard!

Facing the dozen or so nursing homes who came in an aggressive manner, Mingxin was extremely crisp and clear-cut.

Amidst the fearful eyes of the onlookers, he took an arrow step forward.

Before the head of the nursing home could roar in a normal way: "Who is so bold?", a fist that was not big but very hard hit him head on.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound, and the burly man wearing a dark black jacket and a fleshy face flew out just after opening his mouth and not even making a sound.

That punch seemed unpleasant, but it was miraculously faster than the big man's arm that stretched out to block, and hit him **** the chest. The force was unexpectedly strong, and it directly knocked a big man weighing at least 150 kilograms two feet away. Three meters.

“Fuck you, you're looking for death!” A nurse standing on the side, who was also a member of the martial arts world, had a fierce look in his eyes. He picked up a wooden stick as thick as an egg and smashed it at Ming Xin.

That stick carries at least tens of kilograms of force, and coupled with the hardness of the wood itself, if it hits it, no matter where it hits, it will definitely result in broken tendons and fractures.

Some timid people in the crowd couldn't help but close their eyes, unable to bear witnessing the tragic scene of Ming Xin being hit on the head with a wooden stick and bleeding.

Little Taoist Mingxin has a handsome appearance, a gentle face, and a tall body. Even if he was the first to violently beat up the Black Heart King shopkeeper, it would be difficult for him to leave a bad impression.

The mentality of judging people's likes and dislikes based on their appearance has actually been throughout the entire civilization of mankind. Being handsome is a kind of capital in itself.

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

The nursing home was more cruel than people imagined. The heavy wooden sticks were whistling towards Ming Xin's head with the sound of wind, with the rhythm of wanting to kill him with one stick.

But one leg was faster than the whistling wooden stick, and he kicked out a side whip, hitting the center of the wooden stick.

Hourin's eyes showed pride, even though Mingxin's kick was very fast, it was within his expectation.

Ever since Mingxin punched his boss, he knew that the little Taoist priest in front of him was a master. His seemingly sure-kill blow was actually 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 nursing home are all selected jujube wood. They are soaked in tung oil for half a month and then dried again, soaked and then dried again. This is repeated three times, which not only maintains the original hardness of the jujube wood but also increases its flexibility, and is used for beating. Those untouchables are the most suitable. A stick can break even the femur. A kick like Mingxin's and the sticks connect will only end up with the leg bones being smashed.

If the leg is broken, no matter how good the little Taoist is, he can only let others make mistakes.

This nurse is definitely a well-known veteran. After fully estimating the opponent's strength, he is both determined and strategic in his actions. Many big bosses have actually fallen into the hands of such seemingly insignificant people.

Just like the lion who is as powerful as the king of the grassland, if he is stung by a poisonous scorpion, he will be dead.

But what if the Mingxin is so powerful that it exceeds the understanding of the nursing home?

The result is naturally different.

The legs and sticks connected with each other, making a crisp "click" sound.

What was broken was a jujube stick soaked in a special method, not the leg.

Because the upper half of the jujube stick was thrown far away, but Mingxin's legs did not stop. After kicking the stick off, it was like a tomahawk. In the horrified eyes of the nurse, it was fiercely Kicked him on the shoulder.

Hourin flew more decisively and farther than his leader. His heavy body hit the counter, and a mixture of wooden groans and human groans sounded.

But this is not the end yet. The determined Mingxin Xiaodao continues to move forward by adhering to the principle of eliminating evil and doing everything possible.

Shopkeeper Wang, who had half a dry and skinny face and half a rosy and round face, opened his mouth wide with two missing front teeth. He stared at the gentle and jade-like little Taoist priest, like an angry lion, rushing into more than a dozen people. In the nursing home, everything is in ruins. No one can be his enemy. One punch will make one fly, and one kick will make one fly.

Even if the last guard turned around and tried to escape, the little Taoist priest, who wanted to beat ghosts to death, picked up one of them with one hand and threw him as a weapon. The two of them became a rolling gourd in the backyard.

What a cruel little Taoist priest! Not to mention that Shopkeeper Wang was so scared that Xiaojiji shrank into his stomach at that moment. He regretted so much that he cheated those poor guys today just to earn a few dollars worth of price difference. Even Lu Zhongda, who was watching all this from a distance, also took a breath. Cool air.

He originally had a high estimate of Mingxin Xiaodao's strength, but Mingxin was even stronger. He defeated a group of well-trained armed guards with his bare hands, not to mention the sword on his back. It was unsheathed and didn't even move.

Of course, compared to boxing and kicking skills, Mingxin is not sloppy at all. Since he wants to fight, then his attitude of not leaving anyone behind is more in line with Lu Zhongda's imagination of the special soldier. He is not an outsider who cultivates his moral integrity. He is a typical Military style.

That's because Lu Zhongda doesn't understand Taoists. They can be compassionate, but they are extremely firm in their own beliefs. The Taoist gods of defense are Tianpeng Yuzhenshouyuan Zhenjun, Tianyourenzhi Lingfu Zhenjun, and Yisheng. Baode Chuqing Zhenjun, Blessing Saint Zhenwuling Yingzhenjun, which one does not appear with a killing aura?

Once they are recognized as demons, killing demons, defending the Way, and restoring the world is just a matter of perfecting the Taoist heart.

This means that Mingxin only regards these guys as the little devils who cause trouble in the world, and they have not yet risen to the level of demons. Otherwise, the green-edged sword on his back would have been unsheathed long ago, and he would never be just fighting with fists and kicks now. Just add.

To a certain extent, Ming Xin Xiaodao at this time is a stubborn defender of the Tao, defending what he thinks is the Tao, trying his best to save the people he thinks should be saved, punishing the evil people he thinks, and getting rid of the monsters he thinks.

For this reason, I don't care about myself, there is no question of style or not, it is almost pure.

What kind of killer would such a guy be if he went to the battlefield of hand-to-hand combat? The cliff was a catastrophe and a great fear for the Japanese army.

Regardless of whether his head is rolling or his intestines are pierced and his belly is rotten, the battlefield is filled with strange smells of blood, organs, feces and urine, etc. It is very likely that this person has no psychological burden at all. The Japanese devils are all monsters, get rid of them!

"If there are any accomplices who are helping Zhou to perpetrate his crimes, shopkeeper, you can call out again, and the trail will be cleaned up for the people here." After Mingxin smashed the last guard house away, he glanced at the grain stores around him that were hidden in nooks and crannies. The boys turned their attention to Shopkeeper Wang, who was still standing there.

"Little Taoist priest, do you know who you offended? Let me tell you, you are in trouble? Do you know who is behind my boss?" Shopkeeper Wang, who had a fat and thin face, was trembling, but his mouth was full of laughter. Very hard.

"I don't care who is behind your boss? I only know that in such an extraordinary period, you are still doing this to bully the market and harm ordinary people. You are like monsters. If I didn't bump into it, it would be fine, but since you have fallen into In the eyes of the small road, the small road must take care of it." Ming Xin's face was indifferent and she sat directly on the bench in the lobby of the grain store that had been smashed into a mess. "Go! I'll let you shout at those sources of trouble!"

Let me go, this is an iron head! Not to mention the tough-talking shopkeeper Wang who was dumbfounded, even the onlookers took a breath.

Single-handedly, the dozen or so nurses who were responsible for guarding this large grain store were all covered with gourds. Now it's time to replace them with smarter ones, so they can't run away! Leave Xuzhou City before the military and police arrive. In such a chaotic time, who has time to really hunt down such a strong man!

Even though shopkeeper Wang was so stubborn just now, it was because although the young Taoist priest was merciless and the nursing staff were lying on the ground, they were still moaning and groaning to show that their lives were not in danger, which meant that the young Taoist priest had not done anything to kill him and was not a big thief.

With this guarantee, expressing your attitude like that is just to find a way for yourself. You can be beaten, but you can't lose this powerful momentum, otherwise you won't be able to think about being awesome here in the future. Coaxing.

It is a pity that the little Taoist priest is so single-minded, and he will have the momentum to conquer the small Taoist army with a single force if thousands of troops come.

It's so hard!

Perhaps, only a few sensible people like Lu Zhongda know that the path to enlightenment is not that you don't want to walk, but that you can't walk.

If he leaves, Tang's Grain Store will definitely put the blame on the pale-faced refugees outside the door. Their fate may not be as simple as starvation.

But what should we do when the backend of this grain store comes? Can he withstand bullets just with his knife-throwing skills?

Looking from afar at the two young men running out of the side door of the grain store and running to the left side of the street, Lu Zhongda frowned deeply, thought for a moment, stamped his feet, turned around and left.

(End of this chapter)

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