Chapter 126: The Great War Against the Xun People! (2 updates for flowers)

  Fight against the evil civilians! (2 more seeking flowers)

  "Sister Yan, what should we do?"

  Frowning slightly, "Take out your baton and hit him, but be careful not to hurt his life."

  "Yan... Yan Jie, they... they have guns in their hands."

  "Hmph!" Yan Jing let out a cold hum, "Don't be afraid of their guns, I've already warned them, if they dare to make a move, the consequences will surprise them."

  "This..."

  "What's wrong with you, if you don't take action, just wait here to be beaten." As soon as the words fell, Yan Jing rushed out first, and the police baton in her hand was swung out, originally only 30 centimeters long, suddenly became one meter long.

  Bang!

  Wu Zhengyi's fist hit the middle-aged man's hand holding the carrying pole, and in an instant, the carrying pole burst into two sections. The middle-aged man's hands grasping the carrying pole were also shaken with blood flowing horizontally.

  "Haha, come on! I'm just trying out what I've learned about Tai Chi."

  As they spoke, Wu Zhengyi's footsteps quickened again, and the floating feeling was a bit unreal. If his footsteps were filmed and uploaded online, the click-through rate would probably exceed tens of millions instantly, because... this is precisely the demonstration of Taiji True Intention's "emptiness and substantiality" and "the place where movement and stillness meet".

  Wu Zhengxie is a freak, and the reason for this freak's existence is not that his mother did not give birth to him properly, but rather the three-colored ring on his hand that looks like an antique. So far, Wu Zhengxie has not figured out what kind of function this inconspicuous three-colored ring has, or whether it is a treasure or not. When he first arrived at H City's First People's Hospital, he threw the three-colored ring out the window, but later when he fell into the river and was rescued by Xiao Juan, the three-colored ring mysteriously reappeared on his hand.

  Isn't there something strange about this?

  Wu Zhengxie felt it was quite strange too, but at that time he only cared about his stomach and didn't think about whether it was strange or not. After all, what's more important than one's stomach in this world?

  The three-colored ring is not worth mentioning, but the over a thousand strands of fate that have gathered in his brow at this moment are what he believes to be the reason for Yang Yanyu's inheritance. However, if Yang Yanyu were to find out, she would definitely cry out in injustice, because even Yang Yanyu herself had never seen this fate before. What's more, judging from Yang Yanyu's strength during her peak period, even refined blood wouldn't be able to compare to the energy contained within a single strand of his fate.

  This is just Wu Certain Person not knowing his own worth, when he one day truly understands the use of this fate's power, he will probably regret the current waste.

  With the help of Yuanli and the assistance of Jiuzi Zhenyan, Wu Zheng's learning speed is simply abnormal.

  Tai Chi is indeed easy to learn but difficult to master. Easy to learn refers to the forms of Tai Chi, while difficult to master refers to grasping and understanding the essence of Tai Chi.

  Wu Zhengyi hadn't read many books, to put it bluntly, he couldn't even recognize all Chinese characters, let alone understand the essence of Tai Chi. But he had an advantage that others didn't, and overnight, he understood 70-80% of the profound and abstruse true meaning of Tai Chi.

  Tai Chi is originally without any moves; if you understand its meaning, your movements will naturally become Tai Chi.

  Boom!

  Wu Zhengyi suddenly tripped and kicked six or seven villagers holding cleavers, then dodged the flying cleavers behind him and kicked out with one leg, sending three or four more villagers tumbling to the ground.

  His combat power is feared by people.

  A large group of villagers couldn't help but back away as he rushed over.

  But he didn't intend to let these villagers go, his footsteps flashed, and he slipped into the crowd like a ghost, instantly, one after another, cries of despair rang out.

  That guy's moves were extremely measured, every villager he sent flying was left without a scratch on their life, but also completely lost the ability to fight.

  In just half a minute, Wu Zhengye had passed by, and twenty-seven sturdy men and women were lying on the ground, wailing incessantly. This scene caused the pupils of the elderly tribesman not far away to shrink rapidly, his fists clenched tightly, with blue veins bulging out.

  "Li Peng, are you guys pigs? What's wrong with you, hurry up and give me a gun to shoot him."

  "This......" Li Peng, a middle-aged man with a robust build, was sweating profusely. These eight men with guns were the guardians of the Li family clan. The eight rifles had been left behind by the twenty or so Japanese soldiers who had been annihilated by their ancestors when they invaded the village years ago. At that time, apart from these firearms, there were also some bullets and more than a dozen hand grenades left behind.

  So many years have passed, and most of the poorly maintained rifles have rusted away, while hand grenades have become iron lumps.

  Only these eight rifles can still be used, so Li's family formed an eight-person gun squad to protect the clan.

  But since they got their guns, none of the eight had ever pulled the trigger, not even to kill a cat or dog, let alone a human being.

  "You damned dog thing," the old man came to Li Peng's front with hatred, snatched the rifle from Li Peng's hand, raised his hand and aimed at Wu Zhengxie, then pulled the trigger.

  Ouch!

  Unexpectedly, just as the elder's finger exerted force on the trigger, he let out a miserable cry. At the same time, the rifle fell to the ground and the elder's entire right arm went limp, his face revealing an unhidden look of shock.

  "What's going on here?!"

  Behind him, Li Peng and seven others looked at each other, all a bit bewildered. What was going on with the old man? Had the gun not been used for so long that it had grown mold?

  "Hurry, get Li Xian De over here, my entire right arm is numb now!" The clan elder's face was shocked, his left hand tightly grasping his right arm to prevent the 'toxin' from spreading, but this method was completely useless. In just a few short seconds, he fainted and fell to the ground.

  "Ancestors, ancestors......"

  Li Peng and others were shocked, rushing to the old man who was shaking and hitting, but the old man had no consciousness at all. "Li Xian De, come here quickly, the old man has fainted, you come and take a look."

  "Li Xian De..."

  "Who is Li Xiande?" Yan Jing was stunned, surrounded by a woman holding a police baton and several handbags.

  Li Xian De was knocked unconscious. A villager's voice suddenly rang out, his voice filled with intense fear, apparently intimidated by Wu Zheng Ye.

  "Haha, that old dog thing, I warned him, told him not to try shooting, but he didn't listen. Now look at him, serves him right." Wu Zheng laughed with glee and suddenly dashed forward towards the four women holding sickles who were constantly retreating in front of him, "Don't run, let me try out this move 'shooting a cow over a mountain'."

  "No!"

  "Don't hit anymore! We surrender! Surrender!"

  The villagers were terrified and cried out in alarm, they all saw that anyone who was beaten by Wang could not get up, either fainting or falling to the ground and wailing incessantly.

  Although they are a group of vicious and ruthless people, normally when one or two outsiders come to this village, they have to be very cautious in front of them. But have they ever seen someone like Wu Zhengyi? Especially his personal martial arts skills, which are simply not human.

  Weapons?

  The weapons in their hands had never touched Wang's body, but instead, several people fell down with every move of his hand and foot.

  Seeing that more than half of the villagers in their sixties are now lying on the ground, screaming in agony, regardless of whether they are men, women, old or young, not one of them has any fighting power left.

  Among the remaining twenty or so people, women and children accounted for the vast majority. In this situation, how can we still fight against Wang?

  Especially when the tribal elder fell into a coma, they who were already hesitant and uncertain had no more courage to fight. One by one, the villagers threw away their weapons and surrendered with their hands up, each face filled with intense terror.

  But Wu Zhengyi was unwilling to listen to them, and at this time he was in the midst of a successful battle, how could he bear to stop now?

  "No way! Don't surrender, let me try this move, I just figured it out, its power should be pretty good."

  Wu Zhengxie laughed with great joy, but this smile looked like a devilish grin in the eyes of a group of surrendered villagers.

  "Not far away, Yan Jing shouted loudly, 'Enough, stop fighting.'"

  "Don't be impatient." Wu Zhengye turned his head towards Yan Jing and raised an eyebrow, "Just this last move, I've just grasped it, and if I don't make a move, it won't feel satisfying."

  As they spoke, Wu Zhengye suddenly approached the four women and threw a punch, sending one of them flying. Immediately after, he threw another punch, and as it landed, he turned sideways and kicked his leg at the last two women's faces. This scene unfolded slowly, but in reality, it was all over in just two seconds.

  Wu Zhengyi looked at the four women who were flying backwards with a face full of expectation after they landed, and they had not yet fallen to the ground.

  The villagers who were fighting with Yan Jing looked at the few people flying in the air, and their eyes towards Wu Zhengxie revealed a strong fear.

  Bang!

  Finally, the first woman landed, and she directly crashed into a stone mill in the corner of the small courtyard.

  At this moment, the remaining twenty or so villagers who were still standing all had their pupils constricted, and some women's eyes had turned red.

  Watching all this, Yan Jing's calm mood was extremely turbulent. She didn't want to deal with these villagers in the first place. If they hadn't been so outrageous, she wouldn't have taken action. But now, Wu Zhengxie had directly knocked down more than half of the villagers with his move, and they were crying out in agony. From the looks of it, at least a few of them had broken bones.

  Now the villagers have all surrendered, but Wu Zhengye is still relentless and strikes again... This makes her heart feel stuffy, and her beautiful eyes unknowingly turn red.

  Suddenly, three loud crashes appeared again. In the shrinking pupils, Yan Jing saw that another three women also fell down. One of them crashed into the hundred-year-old giant tree in the small courtyard, another crashed into the earth wall, and the last one directly crashed onto the gate of the small courtyard.

  At this moment, the whole scene fell silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Wu Zhengye.

  Fear, worship, shock, grief and other different expressions, but without exception, no one in the audience spoke.