The white porridge and pickled mustard is enough, why am I wearing a royal robe?

Chapter 13 End
After taking back the steel stick in his hand, Yang Lichao immediately understood how to use the stick, and it was still refreshing to swing it.

The steel rod in his hand collided with the stick in the bandit's hand. The stick in the other's hand was as fragile as tofu. When the steel rod hit the body, the bones and tendons were broken.

"readily!"

He shouted.

The battle was almost overwhelming. Although there were more rogues at the beginning, three of them were lost in the end, coupled with the huge gap in weapons.

The bandits were beaten to death and wounded.

The scar-faced man hurriedly avoided Liu Zhenhua's attack, with obvious panic on his face. He didn't understand where Liu Zhenhua and others got the iron rods.

Why was it so hard? It was harder than the hatchet he used to chop firewood. Just then Liu Zhenhua caught up with him. He was smart and used his hands to block the attack.

The steel rod fell with such force that his hand hurt. When he looked up, he saw that the hatchet had been smashed with a gap.

When I looked at the steel stick in Liu Zhenhua's hand, I couldn't see any traces at all. The only extra thing was probably the stuck rust.

"What is your background?"

The scar-faced man asked in horror, completely different from his arrogant look at the beginning, and Liu Zhenhua didn't answer at all.

The villain died because he talked too much, so he didn't do anything if he could. He hit him with a steel rod, and the scarred man hurriedly resisted.

"when!"

The scar-faced man only felt numbness in the tiger's mouth, and he was shocked to bleed directly, and the hatchet came out of his hand.

His expression changed, and he looked around slightly. The boys around him were being beaten, and most of them were lying on the ground wailing. A black-faced man ran towards him with ill intentions.

The scar-faced man instantly felt nervous and knew that his life would be in danger if he stayed here, so he turned around and ran away.

Liu Zhenhua immediately chased after him, trying to get rid of the roots, "Don't run!"

He roared.

The scar-faced man was so frightened that he became even more hasty. He only wished that his parents had lost two legs. He had just ran about ten meters away when he felt a pain in his back, and he speeded up instantly.

Liu Zhenhua raised his eyebrows. Just now, he held a steel rod and scratched the scarred man's back, tearing his already shabby clothes from the middle, and a large blood mark appeared on his back.

Unexpectedly, he ran faster this time.

Liu Zhenhua gave chase again.

"Uncle, can you stop chasing me and let me go!"

The scar-faced man looked back in horror. Liu Zhenhua was chasing after him, and he had already been hit with several sticks in the back. If the pain hadn't made him suddenly accelerate every time, he would have been beaten to death by Liu Zhenhua.

"I can't let you go, but I can let you go."

Liu Zhenhua caught up quickly. This kid's legs were not very fast, but they would speed up every time he was hit.

This time Liu Zhenhua learned his lesson wisely. After catching up for some distance, he hit him directly on the head.

"when!"

After all, swinging a stick while running doesn't take much effort.

It can only be said that the strength is just right, and it is not nerve-wracking.

The scar-faced man only felt a strong gust of wind, his head hurt, his vision went dark and he fell to the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Liu Zhenhua with a ferocious smile on his face making a gesture of waving a stick. Before he could beg for mercy, the steel stick made a roaring sound and was swung down.

"penshai!"

Liu Zhenhua looked at the scar-faced man who straightened his body and muttered something.What follows is the debuff brought about by all kinds of fighting, killing and running wild.

The steel bar in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. Liu Zhenhua stepped back and looked at the sky. He suddenly felt a surge in his stomach. He looked like he had eaten shit. He straightened up and retched several times.

There was a soreness in his arm. He waved the steel stick of seven or eight kilograms for a long time, and then carried out such a chase. If he directly passed through it with his body and soul, with his short and fragile body as a social animal, such a toss and half No life left.

After retching for a while and feeling slightly better, Liu Zhenhua lay on the ground again. He stretched out his hand to cover the sun in the sky, and took a look at the blood blisters on his hand that had been rubbed out and broken.

No need to look too far into the battle that follows, those bandits are no match.

“Exercise while building up your reputation.”

Liu Zhenhua murmured, there are all kinds of items in the Reputation Mall, and you can even improve your physical fitness, but it also requires a lot of reputation.

[Physical quality doubled, 5000 reputation. 】

If Liu Zhenhua guessed correctly, the price of this product should increase as his physical fitness improves.

He is not yet luxurious enough to lie down and rely solely on his reputation to improve his physical fitness.

Anyway, in these troubled times, there are not many things that need to be done, just exercise.

The sunlight was blocked even more, and a big black face appeared in Liu Zhenhua's field of vision, "Master, are you okay? I thought you were dead."

Ren Hongli said angrily, his words full of honest concern. He followed Liu Zhenhua all the way and thought he was shocked when he saw Liu Zhenhua falling to the ground.

".Do you really expect me to die?"

After a hearty battle, Liu Zhenhua started to talk more. He was still lying there, basking in the sun, and felt really comfortable for the first time.

Ren Hongli scratched his head with one hand, feeling a little embarrassed, "Isn't that true? Am I worried?"

"You'd better say I'm more suitable."

After a slight turn, Liu Zhenhua said, Ren Hongli's honest and honest temperament and behavior are perfect for me.

"My dad said he wanted to use me."

He muttered.

There was a sound of footsteps all around, and Yang Lichao and others, armed with steel bars, chased after them. The eight people behind them stared at the bandits rolling and wailing on the ground to prevent them from escaping.

"Master, are you okay?"

Yang Lichao asked with concern, while Ren Zhuozhou turned over and stood facing the sun, finding a suitable position facing Liu Zhenhua, letting as much shadow as possible fall on Liu Zhenhua. Only then did he see Liu Zhenhua turn over, and he knew Liu Zhenhua must be tired.

"No problem."

Liu Zhenhua waved his hand, and the shadow was just right. The mixture of coolness and warmth of the sun made his body feel tired.

"Just rest on the spot, those bandits are still breathing."

"Okay. Let's go."

When we were fighting just now, he took advantage of the atmosphere to scream for death and death. Now he is not used to it, so he can only use a vague "hmm" sound instead. It seems that he needs to do it a few more times. He is still too kind-hearted and has traveled through time. Some days have passed.

"Huh? Yes."

Ren Hongli opened his mouth and wanted to ask something, but was kicked by Ren Fanyi and pushed towards the refugees.

Ren Zhuoyue still stood there facing Liu Zhenhua, his shadow shaking from time to time.

Not long after, sounds of begging for mercy were heard, and after a few muffled sounds, the screams suddenly stopped.

The moon and stars are sparse, and several figures are staggering forward.
(End of this chapter)