"Don't worry, I will teach you martial arts when you get out." Ah Yang continued.

"Really?" The man's tone was full of joy.

"real."

"The day after tomorrow, the second level of heaven?" He Yidao, with his keen sense of crisis, had already sensed the crisis in this person, otherwise he would have taken action.

At this time, He Yidao felt a little tricky, and he didn't know what the second level of the day after tomorrow was.

He Yidao planned to give the man who said he was the second heaven after tomorrow a try. After all, only by understanding his strength could he make corresponding countermeasures.

Isn’t there an old saying that goes like this: Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.

He picked up a piece of soil from the ground, rolled it into a clay ball and sandwiched it between his thumb and middle finger. He bent his middle finger and suddenly flicked it away from the two torches.

Who would have known that the mud ball would draw an arc in the air and fly toward the two torches.

"What is it?" When Niwan was about two steps closer to the man, he suddenly realized it.

But at this moment, the mud ball suddenly exploded.

"Bah, bah, bah..." Ah Yang lowered his head and vomited for a while.

The mud ball exploded, and just as the man opened his mouth, the blown soil flew directly into the man's mouth.

"What's wrong?" The partner next to him asked concernedly.

"I don't know where the mud flew from." The man lowered his head and continued to spit, clearing the mud from his mouth.

"No, where did the mud come from?" At this time, Ah Yang reacted and immediately rushed in the direction where the mud flew. He stopped next to a bush and said, "Who is it? Come out quickly!"

A ghost needle as long as the index finger was released and released by He Yidao's right hand, and flew out again.

The right hand is like a rubber band being stretched and released from its normal state.

But this time, his right hand was not as stable as it was, but rather trembling.

Quietly, a person fell to the ground again, but that person was not the one who was shouting, Ah Yang, but the one who was cowering.

Ah Yang shouted for a while, then looked back at his companion, who knew that his companion had fallen to the ground.

"Xiao Shui!" Ah Yang exclaimed and quickly ran to the man's side. He looked at the blood hole on his neck and felt a little angry.

"We have always bullied others, and no one has ever been able to bully us!" Ah Yang tried to see that his companion who had fallen to the ground had expired. He stood up and glared around him.

"Coward, if you have the ability, come out and fight! What's the point of shooting an arrow in the back?"

He Yidao looked at Ah Yang who was about to go crazy. He wrinkled his nose and said, "A third-rate master."

Yes, this person was considered a third-rate master in his previous life. Of course, in his previous life, he naturally looked down upon a third-rate master. Even a first-rate master was not qualified enough to let him take a second look.

However, the person I am now is not the person I was in my previous life.

Now I am not even a low-level master. With my knife-throwing skills, I can barely be called a third-rate master. However, now my right hand has reached its limit and I can no longer use the flying knife.

He Yidao was about to run away, and he did not intend to conflict with this person.

However, just as he was slowly retreating, he accidentally stepped on a branch and made a crisp "click" sound.

To Ah Yang now, this sound is no different than a shout.

He locked his position and ran to the place where the sound came from in an instant.

He saw a four or five-year-old child sitting on the ground trembling, especially his right hand that was shaking extremely...

"What's your name?" Ah Yang asked with a fierce look.

"My name is Zeng Aniu." The child said timidly.

Who would believe that a child could kill someone? Of course Ah Yang didn't believe it either.
Chapter completed!