Chapter 11 The magic weapon is a farm tool, I am proud, I am proud (2)
"Look at the beating!" When Chu Zuo saw him stop, he immediately used all his strength and hit the former on the shoulder with a stick.
The expected scream did not come.
"Crack——"
Only the stick made a crisp sound, and then broke into two pieces.
"This...how is this possible?" Chu Zuo looked at the thick wooden stick in his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Jiang Tang turned around and twisted his shoulders.
It seems that the Golden Body Technique is still useful.
“Don’t bully others too much.” With confidence, the anger that had dispersed in Jiang Tang’s heart surged up again. He slowly narrowed his eyes and his voice became cooler unconsciously.
"What can you do if I hit you? Come on!" Chu Zuo sneered and waved his hand, and several disciples behind him immediately swarmed forward.
"I told you, don't bully others too much!" Rabbits will bite when they are anxious.
Jiang Tang took a deep breath, and after smelling an indescribable stench, he frowned, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He took out a shovel with his backhand and slapped the disciple who came first.
“Ah!”
A scream suddenly sounded and spread across the sky.
The disciple was so slapped that his head was shaken. He staggered for a while, then his body went limp and he fell to the ground and fainted.
Just for a moment?
With just one move, he knocked out a disciple with the same cultivation level as him?
Jiang Tang held up the shovel and patted several disciples next to him.
They dodged quickly, but the shovel seemed to have eyes, and it landed on their butts accurately every time.
There were several more horrific screams.
"Go back and apply the medicine properly." Jiang Tang felt funny in his heart as he looked at the disciples who were lying on the ground, touching their buttocks and crying in pain.
Deserved it.
"You brat, who are you trying to fool with a shovel?" Chu Zuo stood in the middle and asked through gritted teeth.
"Aren't you allowed to use a shovel? Then change it to another one." Jiang Tang mumbled, put away the shovel, and held out a rake with soil in it.
Chu Zuo: "..." Who the hell are you looking down on?
He directly took out his long sword and slashed at Jiang Tang.
Jiang Tang is already planning to break the jar.
The worst thing is to get hurt.
So he fought Chu Zuo with all his strength.
Chu Zuo slapped and found that his precious long sword actually cracked a crack.
After beating him, he discovered that he had only a shallow scratch when he hit the person with the sword, while he himself was beaten with the rake until his clothes were ragged and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
Chu Zuo felt that the script was wrong.
Shouldn't he beat Jiang Tang?
"Hey, senior brother, don't be distracted when fighting."
After these words came out, Chu Zuo suddenly came back to his senses and felt a chill coming down his body.
It turned out that Jiang Tang had raked over and his belt was broken up. His trousers, including his trousers, were raked down... and they were all pulled down by the rakes!
"Jiang Tang, you are shameless!"
"Senior brother...who is more shameless?" Jiang Tang carried the rake and pointed at the group of handyman disciples who fell to the ground and wailed.
“You!” Chu Zuo was so angry that he choked on his words.
"Jiang Tang, let's wait and see!" He glared at the former, lifted up his loose pants, found a deserted place and left quickly. Jiang Tang glanced at the wailing disciples on the ground, pursed his lips, took out a bottle of elixir and threw it to someone, then turned and left.
The man held the bottle, stood up slowly, and looked at Jiang Tang with complex eyes: "Jiang Tang, what do you mean?"
Jiang Tang stopped with a rake in both hands. Looking back.
"Fighting is fighting, and saving people is saving people. They are two different things. Why do fellow disciples have to kill each other? Isn't unity good for the outside world? If you can trust me, you can take this pill internally and you will be fine in less than a day. ”
“We were going to beat you hard just now.” The disciple was startled.
"I said, a fight is a fight." Jiang Tang rolled his eyes.
"You...your weapon...why is it a farm tool?" Another disciple stood up and looked at Jiang Tang with complicated eyes.
"I'm just a plower, what kind of sword, gun, sword and stick do I need?" Jiang Tang laughed, put away the rake, and pointed to his clothes, "I'm going back to take a bath."
The few disciples who got up heard this, touched the back of their heads, and laughed rather embarrassedly.
Watching Jiang Tang go away, a handyman disciple quietly said: "Is he really the murderer of those two senior brothers?"
"I don't think so." Looking down at the pill poured into his hand, the disciple shook his head.
If he really kills them, Kung Fu will definitely beat them to death at this moment, instead of giving them a bottle of such precious one-turn elixir.
Moreover, this elixir is full of medicinal fragrance and has not been destroyed - he has not mixed it with poison. The elixir mixed with debris does not have such a pure medicinal fragrance.
A few people looked at each other, each covering their buttocks, and limped back.
Since then, they have never caused trouble to Jiang Tang.
Of course, Chu Zuo was not included.
Jiang Tang returned to the courtyard, quickly took off his clothes, and soaked directly into the cold water in the jar.
It’s not too cold either, the water is warm from the sun.
He washed away the sour water all over his body, collected some fragrant spiritual herbs from the spiritual field space and soaked them, then he narrowed his eyes comfortably.
Recalling the fight with Chu Zuo and the others just now, Jiang Tang intuitively felt that he was very good at it.
No matter what you despise, farm tools are also magic weapons, and they can also be used to beat those of you who hold weapons.
I am proud to have farm tools, and I am proud to use them to make utensils.
Tell them to cause trouble, they deserve it.
After soaking for an hour, Jiang Tang stood up wearing obscene pants and was about to go back to the house to harvest crops in the space and then meditate.
As soon as he stepped out of the big vat and put the water in, he stood up and suddenly met a pair of watery eyes.
Jiang Tang: "..." Is it his imagination? There is actually a woman here?
"Ah! I'm sorry, Junior Brother Jiang, I didn't mean it!" The little girl suddenly screamed and covered her face with her hands.
Just the opening of his hand allowed Jiang Tang to see the little girl's shining eyes.
Jiang Tang: "..." It's not a dream, it's a living thing.
He took out a robe to wrap himself up and bowed to the little girl: "Sister, I was rude just now."
Hearing Jiang Tang open his lips, the little girl came back to her senses from her eight-pack abs.
This boy looks lean and thin, with well-proportioned muscles - coupled with his wheat-colored skin that has been tanned by the sun...
No, the little girl feels like she is going to bleed. Nosebleed.
"It doesn't matter. Well, Junior Brother Jiang is free?" The little girl coughed and waved her hands.
"Um, I'm free at the moment." Jiang Tang had never chatted with girls, and he felt a little embarrassed.
What's more, the girl in front of him looks a little younger than him, and her face is so tender that she can squeeze out a handful of water.
"That's great, Junior Brother Jiang, come with me quickly." The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and she waved to him as she walked out.
(End of this chapter)