I open a restaurant in the martial arts world

Chapter 45 Backfires
Many thoughts flashed through Xu Yang's head, and then he focused on the guys in front of him.

Under Kai Tianyan's glance, the martial arts cultivation of those guys is clear at a glance.

Two third-rate top grades, one third-rate mid-grade one, and one not-so-well-known little guy.

Xu Yang felt a little relieved, these four guys are easy to deal with, but the number is not right.

The tongue said before that there were still seven or eight people staying on the top of the mountain, but what he saw now, plus the guy who had been dealt with, was only five people in total.

This shows that there are still two or three guys who haven't shown up in the small temple, so we have to be careful in everything.

At this time, the guy named San Mazi suddenly turned around and shouted: "Big head Xu, why the fuck are you silent? You fell from a tree and died?"

Xu Yang yelled in his heart that it was not good. After all the calculations, he didn't realize that this guy was addicted to cursing.

Sure enough, after San Mazi cursed, seeing that Xu's big head didn't reply, he immediately became suspicious.

He yelled at the big tree vigilantly: "Big head Xu, is he dead? Call me back if you're not dead?"

Seeing this, Xu Yang, who wanted to outwit him, made a decisive decision. He made an attacking gesture behind him, and then rushed forward first.

Since you can't outsmart, you can only attack hard.

Of course, the four guys in front of him were nothing to worry about. What Xu Yang was afraid of was the other two or three guys who hadn't shown up yet and didn't know what they were doing.

San Mazi and the others saw four figures rushing out of the woods, but they didn't know that Xu's big head was in danger.

Shocked, San Mazi and the others whistled loudly at the same time.

The successive whistles not only had a fixed rhythm, but also had a sharp sound, which spread far and wide across the empty mountaintop in an instant.

Xu Yang cursed inwardly, what the hell, bandits play black whistle, so good at it, why don't you travel to modern times and play a game for the national football team?
Although he was cursing in his heart, the speed under his feet did not slow down at all. The rabbit rose and falconed, and the distance of three or four feet was reached in an instant.

The next moment, Xu Yang suddenly had a kitchen knife in his hand, and waved his hand at Sanmazi, who whistled the loudest.

Seeing the other party slashing with a knife, San Mazi, who knew that he could not get away, was not timid. He raised the whistle stick in his hand and blocked the ridiculous looking kitchen knife.

Damn, what kind of world is this, that there are still people using kitchen knives as weapons?
As the old saying goes, one inch is long, one inch is strong, one inch is short, and one inch is dangerous!

San Mazi thought that his whistle stick was several times longer than the opponent's kitchen knife. Even if his martial arts were not as good as the opponent's, it would not be a problem to fight hard for a few rounds.

As long as there is a little delay for Liu Haitao, the iron palm madman who was staying in the temple, to come out, they will be saved.

It's a pity that things backfired.

It is true that one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, but the word "risk" appeared on San Mazi himself.

With the blessing of Kaitianyan, Xu Yang has long been aware of the trajectory of the whistle stick.

Before the whistle stick touched the kitchen knife, Xu Yang twisted his arm slightly, and the blade of the kitchen knife scraped against the opponent's palm by rubbing against the whistle stick.

Once the blood had passed, there was an extra hand still holding the whistle stick in the air.

San Mazi, who wanted to delay time, lost a palm in an instant, and was kicked flying by Xu Yang.

At the same time, the three of Zhang Tianxiang also arrived one after another. They each took their own weapons and rushed towards the other three gangsters.

One person fought against the other, and the opponent's strength was obviously inferior to theirs. In the blink of an eye, there were pools of bandit blood on the big rock in front of the small temple.

At this time, there were a few hurried whistles from the valley in the southwest, and the rhythm was different from what San Mazi and the others blew.

Xu Yang and others did not understand the meaning of these whistles.

Of course, they don't have time to study it now, because two figures popped out of the small temple in front of them.

Xu Yang, who was carrying a kitchen knife in his hand, glanced at the other party, and his heart skipped a beat.

The guy in the back is better, his martial arts cultivation is similar to his, and he is also in the realm of second-rate and inferior.

But the guy in front is different, his martial arts cultivation base has reached the second-rate upper-rank realm, and he is the kind who is about to break through to the first-rate realm.

Xu Yang's second-rate and low-grade martial arts cultivation is really a bit overwhelming in front of this quasi-first-rate master.

"Baduzi, if you dare to behave wildly on the territory of my iron palm madman Liu Haitao, you will die to me!"

With a roar, this guy who called himself Iron Palm Madman Liu Haitao rushed towards Xu Yang and the others with great tyranny like a giant bear.

Xu Yang's heart trembled, Damn, this guy's arms are thicker than his thighs, and his palms are like cattail fans. He is not a tough guy to deal with at first glance.

The narrow road meets the brave to win!

When Xu Yang was a little dazed, Zhang Tianxiang, who had the highest level of martial arts in the team, had already rushed out first.

Seeing him holding a long sword, his figure flickered, and he lifted the sword and stabbed towards the opposite door.

The movement was so fast and the attack was so decisive that even Xu Yang couldn't help shouting.

As the old saying goes, more people kill elephants.

Xu Yang thought to himself, although the other party's martial arts practice is higher than any of them, but there are four people on his side, if everyone is as brave as Zhang Tianxiang, they can grind him to death.

It's a pity that in many cases, bravery cannot make up for the difference in strength between the two sides.

Seeing that Zhang Tianxiang's long sword was about to hit the opponent's door, Liu Haitao, who called himself the Iron Palm Madman, suddenly raised his palm the size of a cattail fan, and slapped the long sword that was stabbing towards him.

In the next second, Zhang Tianxiang was slapped nearly a foot away by this slap, even with his sword.

"hiss……"

Xu Yang, who had never fought against such a master, suddenly took a deep breath.

Damn it, the power of this guy is so terrifying. Could it be the reincarnation of a giant spirit god?

Without waiting for Xu Yang to express his emotions, Liu Haitao, who looked like Tarzan, quickly rushed towards Zhang Tianxiang like an eagle catching a chick.

Zhang Tianxiang, who hadn't stood still, could only be forced to dodge to the side, narrowly dodging the opponent's attack.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
Liu Haitao, who has been scrambling in the rivers and lakes for decades, could not allow this kid to escape easily. The big palm of the cattail fan, one palm after another, slapped Zhang Tianxiang's vital parts.

Zhang Tianxiang, who was also regarded as a leader among his peers, was suddenly in danger, like a flat boat caught in a stormy sea.

Seeing this, Xu Yang quickly joined the battle with a kitchen knife. He was afraid that if he was one step too late, Zhang Tianxiang's father, who was the castle owner, would have to encounter the tragedy of a white-haired man giving a black-haired man.

It's just that even with Xu Yang's joining, the battle situation on the field is not optimistic. The two of them can only parry against one of them, but they have no power to fight back.

(End of this chapter)