I have a hero dream

At this time, Ning Kuang and his son did not panic, but walked calmly, but the villagers looked at them coldly along the way. After all, these two people are very unpopular in the village, and they are also very annoying. kind.

In addition, most people knew what the village chief had said, so although their eyes were cold, they were more hostile.

When they went to their own house, they suddenly heard a loud voice behind them: Kuanger, and Xiaofeng, where have you been these two days? "

The reason why Ning Kuang was rampant in the village was mainly because he was spoiled when he was a child, and in addition, there was a foster father Ning Fei who was the village chief in the background.

At this time, when he heard this very familiar voice, he was a little flustered, but he was a little cruel to this adoptive father.But I still suppressed the tension in my heart, turned around and said, "Father, I just took Feng'er to the mountain to train him."

At this moment Ning Yunfeng's face turned pale with shock, his complexion was extremely pale, after all, he is only a nine-year-old boy now.

And they were betraying the people in the village just now, so now he dare not look at Ning Fei at all.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and wanted to enter the house stiffly, but his father patted his shoulder, which cheered him up a bit.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and thought of a random reason: "Grandpa, when I was just following my father to hunt in the mountains, I suddenly saw a ferocious tiger trying to pounce in front of me.

Fortunately, my father stabbed me to death quickly with an iron gun, otherwise I would have died completely. "

Ning Fei looked at this pair of ambitious father and son, and sneered in his heart, but his face was still calm, and he said condolences: "Since Xiaofeng is in the house like this, let's rest well.

Something may happen these days, so remember never to come out.

Also, don't you madman fight and kill on the mountain all day long, communicate with the villagers more, and build a good relationship, wouldn't you? "

Ning Yunfeng nodded silently, while his father said patiently: "Father taught me a lesson, I understand."

Ning Fei waved them away, and said with great dissatisfaction in his heart: "Huh! Did you really make an agreement with Xuedao Village? It seems that they have been here for a few days.

I hope our [-] people can handle it! "

......

At this time, in the single bedroom in the simple hut, a boy was sitting cross-legged on the bed. There was a layer of sweat on his forehead. He took a deep breath, his fingers condensed into a trace of pale white sword energy, and then said happily: : "I can finally condense into sword energy.

I hope that the people from Blood Knife Village will not be too strong. If they are at the beginning of the physical realm, I can easily deal with them.

But if it is the middle level of the physical realm, with my current strength, the odds of winning are less than [-]%.

Forget it, when soldiers come to block, water comes and soil floods, then we can only take one step and see one step at a time! "

These days, he has been practicing the unique skills of the seven protagonists in Seven Swords of Heaven, but now his physical and mental strength are also much stronger.

The whole person is also a little taller than before. He was only 1 meters before and now he is 3 meters.

But he practiced like this, and he had a huge appetite every day. Even if the food was very light, he would still eat a lot.

A few days later, the whole village is on guard again, but everyone is fully motivated, the field is already full of hidden weapons, and some people are lurking to take them away and finally see them waiting for a sneak attack .

As for the other villagers, they were squatting on both sides of the village entrance, with extremely ordinary weapons in their hands, waiting for their troops.

Sure enough, exactly as the village chief said, there are four people located thirty miles outside the village.

On the far left is Sima Zhi, a young man dressed as a Confucian scholar, with a folding fan hanging from his waist. He has a slightly sinister face and a very handsome appearance. When he walks, he is surrounded by gusts of wind.

Next to him is Li Yu, a woman in a purple dress. She looks beautiful and possesses the power of charm. She is walking and playing with a machete in her hand.

On the far right is Leng Feng, a stern middle-aged man, holding a Qingfeng sword in his hand, his whole body is like an iceberg.

And the one next to him is Long Wu, who is as thick as a bull, with a one-meter-high black mace on his back, and the ground cracks like a spider every time he takes a step.

Each of them wore clothes of different colors, carried various weapons, and each of them had a divine beast embroidered on their chests, and the aura of the four of them was also extremely strong.

Ning Tianyu, who was far away in the house, immediately felt these breaths, and his fighting spirit was greatly increased, and he held a large sword made of ordinary material in his hand.

This big knife went to the blacksmith's shop half a month ago and asked the master craftsman to make it, as a thank you for his willingness to work in that blacksmith's shop.

In the end, the master just shook his head indifferently, and said something about giving Ning Tianyu the big knife for free.

Ning Tianyu stood up slowly, stretched twice, then yawned a few times, walked out slowly, and said as he walked: "The four of them happen to be good opponents who are specially recruited by me. experience."

For a moment, he restrained his breath, held a big knife, and slowly approached some villagers to lurk. After all, he had to observe his opponents well before he could take precautions.

I saw those four people getting closer and closer, and they had already arrived outside the village in less than half an hour. The middle-aged uncle with a mace in his hand roared and said, "It's you villagers of Ningjia Village who dare to resist our Blood Knife Village!" The rules for that share of money?

It seems that you don't intend to live, so you can all be buried with me! ! "

As soon as the words fell, he came to the front of the village and looked around for a moment, only to see villagers shouting loudly: "Put the hidden weapon, everyone back."

Whoosh! ! !

In less than a breath, each villager held a bow, aiming and firing poisonous arrows on countless eaves. At this time, thousands of poisonous arrows were flying towards the Long Wu with Xuanwu embroidered on his chest.

At this moment, he let out a cold snort, and quickly pulled out the mace from behind. With a loud bang, he knocked the weapon down to the ground. With a bang, countless cracks appeared on the ground.

Then a large pile of poisonous arrows around him were blocked one by one by a golden phantom shield that could come and go freely, and then he swept away the villagers holding bows with his stick.

All of a sudden, they felt a gust of wind rushing towards their respective sides, each screaming, the clothes on their bodies were shattered into pieces of cloth on the ground, and then many bloodstains like wind blades appeared on their bodies.

This directly caused dozens of people to be slightly injured, but they did not choose to escape, but kept choosing to shoot arrows. Even though they knew it was a waste of effort, they still did not give up.

As for the other melee villagers with weapons, they attacked the other three one by one. After all, they didn't want the villagers on the eaves to waste their strength.

As soon as Situ Zhi saw those crazy-looking villagers rushing forward, he snorted coldly, took out a folding fan from his waist, and said the move: "Hmph! A group of ants, blood sealing technique. "

Beads of blood suddenly appeared around him, he stretched out a finger, pointed at the target again and again, and all of them were decapitated before they could react.

At this moment, Ning Kuang and his son are hiding aside, watching the play quietly.

At this time, as soon as Ning Tianyu saw their move, he immediately stood up and went to fight, but his heart was still tight, because he saw that he hadn't made a move, and you chose to watch from the sidelines.

This caused the first batch of villagers who had just gone to fight to die like this, which made him extremely regretful, but gradually he focused on fighting with all his strength.