Farming Boy With A Magic Ring

The five punks flew five or six meters away before they fell heavily to the ground. Three of them still hit the punks behind them. The group of people were in a mess, and that was the power just now.    

    

Seeing how powerful Yang Hsingchen was, the long-faced man was shocked. However, he was not someone who would easily admit defeat. So what if you, Yang Hsingchen, can fight? We still have 25 soldiers here, what's there to be afraid of?    

    

Therefore, this fellow pointed at Yang Hsingchen and shouted loudly, "Kid, don't think that you are cheating just because you can fight. Let me tell you, I am cheating! Brothers, what are you still standing there for? All of you, attack!"    

    

Following the long-faced man's shout, this group of hoodlums roared and charged forward again. However, they had learned their lesson just now. Not only did they charge from the front, but they also charged forward. There were also a lot of people who rushed up from both sides of the ditch, wanting to surround Yang Hsingchen in the middle.    

    

"Damn it! Killing people! Help!" The villagers of Paleo-immortal Village were so frightened that they cried out loudly. More than half of the villagers turned around and fled. Although the remaining half did not run away, their legs were still trembling. The farming tools in their hands, such as steel hairpins and shovels, were also trembling.    

    

"Hsingchen, run!" Su Ren shouted with a trembling voice.    

    

"That's right, Hsingchen. Come back quickly. You can't defeat so many people!" The old secretary wanted to take out his phone and call the police, but because he was too scared, his hands were shaking. He couldn't even hold his phone and fell to the ground.    

    

"Damn it. Everyone, come with me. Fight with them!" Yang Jiabing shouted loudly.    

    

"None of you are allowed to go! Just protect yourselves!" Yang Hsingchen shouted loudly. Instead of retreating, he advanced and borrowed the momentum. One! The green onion was pulled out from the dry land, and his body jumped more than three meters into the air. With a swoosh, he flew from above the heads of these fellows to behind them. Before these fellows could recover from their shock, they immediately exchanged blows with their fists and legs. One punch and one kick would definitely knock down one of them.    

    

There was only the sound of bones breaking. Whether it was the bones that were hit by his fists or kicked, the bones must be broken.    

    

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight of the twenty-five people were knocked down by Yang Hsingchen. Only then did the remaining people react and surround Yang Hsingchen.    

    

Once they were surrounded, the danger would come.    

    

Bang!    

    

Just as Yang Hsingchen kicked a guy behind him away, a tall man in front of him swung his stick at Yang Hsingchen's head. The blood splashed high into the air.    

    

Yang Hsingchen didn't even frown as he threw a straight punch at him. The punch landed on the guy's nose. With a cracking sound, the guy's nose bridge was broken. He was sent flying backwards. With a bang, he knocked down another guy behind him. The two of them fell together like gourds rolling on the ground.    

    

The blood on their heads kept flowing down. Their faces and clothes were covered in blood, but this did not make Yang Hsingchen afraid. Instead, it aroused his temper even more.    

    

He raised his head and roared. The temperament of his entire body suddenly changed. He turned from a gentle and refined gentleman to a frightening devil in an instant.    

    

With a swoosh, he grabbed a long haired guy's staff that was thrown at him. He raised his leg and kicked it with a bang.    

    

With a swoosh, the long haired guy was kicked five to six meters high by Yang Hsingchen. With a puff in the air, a large amount of blood splashed out.    

    

Such terrifying strength was not something these gangsters could compare with. The gangsters were so scared that they immediately wanted to retreat. Once they wanted to retreat, their attacks would not be so nimble anymore.    

    

On the contrary, after Yang Hsingchen was hit by the stick, it was as if he was possessed by a devil. The stick in his hand was pointed to the east, the west, and the north. Without realizing it, Ghost Shadow Steps had been used under his feet. In an instant, his body flashed like a ghost in the middle of this group of hoodlums. When he flashed there, there was a scream.    

    

When the last scream fell, Yang Hsingchen froze his body. At this moment, there was no anger in his eyes, nor was there any joy from winning. Instead, it was the boundless aura of death. That powerful aura of death that could terrify people to the depths of their souls... It charged towards the long-faced man who was carrying the secret box.    

    

"No, no, don't kill me!" The secret code box in the long-faced man's hand fell to the ground unconsciously. His entire body trembled uncontrollably.    

    

Seeing Yang Hsingchen walking towards him step by step, this guy could no longer hold on. With a puff sound, he was scared out of his wits!    

    

A wave of foul smell came over, instantly waking Yang Hsingchen up. He stopped in his tracks and wiped the blood on his face with his hand. He said coldly to the woman in glasses, who was so scared that she only knew to cover her mouth. "Listen to me. Go back and tell Shui Chengbing. He still had time to stop now. Otherwise, he would regret it. Bring your men and get out of here! "    

    

Following this sound, a group of people with broken legs, broken arms, and broken ribs... Aiyah! Aiyah! Enduring the great pain, they scrambled to crawl into the car with faces full of fear.    

    

There were still seven or eight people who had fainted and had yet to wake up. Yang Hsingchen kicked them and woke them up. When they heard Yang Hsingchen telling them to get lost, they immediately ran to the car while screaming.    

    

"Hsingchen, Hsingchen, are you alright?" After the group of people left, Su Ren and the old secretary quickly rushed over and asked in horror.    

    

"I'm fine, just a little injury." After Yang Hsingchen said that, he immediately started to secretly circulate his energy to treat them.    

    

At this time, Lee Mei, who was working in the fields, and a group of village women ran over with sickles in their hands. Seeing that everyone else was fine, only Yang Hsingchen was bleeding from head to toe. Lee Mei hugged Yang Hsingchen and cried, "Child, why are you so stupid? None of them stood out. Why do you have to stand out alone? If you want to tear it down, then so be it. It's not like you have to suffer alone. Why are you so stupid? Child, are you alright? Wuwuwu..."    

    

"Second Aunt, don't cry. I'm fine. A small injury will heal very soon." Yang Hsingchen was touched as he comforted Lee Mei.    

    

To be honest, just now when he was facing these gangsters, he was really afraid that the villagers would help him. If that happened, if he really could not take care of them, then they would definitely be injured. Fortunately, it was unknown whether the villagers were scared silly or listened to him. No one dared to move, so they avoided a bloody incident.    

    

"I'm sorry, Little Xiaochen. I wanted to go up, but I wanted to take a photo, and you didn't let us go up, so I didn't make a move." Yang Jiabing said with a guilty expression.    

    

Yang Hsingchen took out a cigarette, lit it up and said, "It's good that you don't want to. Once you do, I have to take care of you. That would be even more troublesome. But it's not right for you to shoot face to face like this. This time, they sent out fewer people, so they didn't have time to deal with you. If they came again next time, it wouldn't just be these few people. When you were filming Daaming and Da Bai, it would be strange if you didn't get beaten to death by them."    

    

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"I know, Little Xiaochen. Is your head alright? Why don't I take you to town and bandage it?" Yang Jiabing said worriedly.    

    

Yang Hsingchen waved his hand. "It's fine. This small injury is nothing. Well, other than the people on duty, the rest of you can leave now."    

    

After saying that, Yang Hsingchen turned around and led the way home. After taking a few steps, he turned around again, picked up a few sticks, and swung them around with a smile. " This thing is pretty useful in fights. Jiabing, take the rest of them back. You can use them in the next fight."