Chapter 523 (1/2)

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Time passed quietly.

Unconsciously, the sky began to dim and the night came quietly. Darkness has covered the whole world, and its tolerance is boundless. Is so deep, so vast.

Darkness is the hotbed of sin.

Is the source of darkness. It's also the best battlefield for killing. No matter how many killings, under the cover of darkness, they will return to silence.

Squeak!!

Just as the night was getting darker, I heard a clear sound of pushing the door in the thatched house.

The sound was not loud, but in the dark night, Yi Tianxing, even Fu Hongxue and others subconsciously opened their eyes and looked at the position of the thatched cottage. I only saw that the door of the thatched house had been opened, and the figure of the old farmer came out impressively, carrying a hoe in his hand.

”Hey, hey, sorry. I didn't bother you.”

The old farmer looked over in the twinkling of an eye and saw the eyes of Yi Tianxing and others falling on him. He grinned with a simple and honest smile and said with a smile.

”No, it's already evening. Why don't I rest? I'm carrying a hoe. I'm going to go to the field. I don't have to rush to work for a while. I'd better have more rest at night.”

Yi Tianxing smiled calmly.

”Hehe, my old man is like this. Just before going to bed, he suddenly thought that there were still some weeds left in the field. You don't know, if this weed is not removed in time, it will become more lush in one night and tomorrow morning. It can completely turn the good land I reclaimed today into wasteland again. It's not good.” the old farmer grinned: ”Moreover, every night before I go to bed, I play the crop handle. I'm used to it. If I don't do it all day, I'll have a rash on my body and feel uncomfortable all over.”

”Oh, old man, you can still play with your hands. What's the point?”

Ye Zhiqiu was interested and asked curiously.

”Hey, it's nothing, nothing. It's just the crop handle style. I figured it out by myself. I can move my muscles and bones.” the old farmer said with a smile: ”I call it the farmer's three fists!!”

When the last four words were said, the expression was a proud face, a proud face. It seemed to be some great peerless skill. It had the supreme power of destroying the sky and the earth.

”Farmer's three fists?”

Hearing the name, not to mention Ye Zhiqiu, even Fu Hongxue subconsciously pumped a little. He seemed to want to laugh, but didn't laugh. As for ye Zhiqiu, he was completely stunned.

Although he didn't expect much, such a tough name also made him drunk on the spot.

However, the old farmer seemed to be interested and said eagerly, ”come on! Come on! Come on! Today, the old man will perform for you, just to move your muscles and bones. It also makes people know that we farmers have strength.”

”Don't bother.”

Ye Zhiqiu said subconsciously.

”Don't say more. Anyway, old man, I was going to call.”

The old farmer said with a smile.

Then he put on his posture, carried the hoe and yelled, grabbed the hoe, waved it towards the wasteland, and shouted, ”farmer's three fists - farmer hoes!”

This hoe is no different from hoeing in wasteland at ordinary times. If it falls on the ground, a large piece of soil can be dug up. It is powerful.

This is what a farmer can do.

This is the most common posture and movement in daily life and work. The movement of waving a hoe lasts hundreds, thousands of times or even more every day. This movement of waving a hoe has long become an instinct, which has been integrated into the blood. Let them have a clear understanding of any land. Pick up the hoe and see a piece of land, and you will know that this is true Whether the piece of land is good or bad. How much effort it takes and where to put the hoe.

Practice makes perfect. It's instinct.

Poof!!

When the hoe went down and fell on the ground, you could see that a stream of liquid came out from the ground. It was not water, but blood. The thick smell of blood naturally passed out and appeared in the nose and air.

”It's blood. There's an enemy underground.”

Fu Hongxue's pupils coagulated, his eyes narrowed slightly, said with a sneer.

Here, it is obviously impossible to hide in the ground. All his soldiers and soldiers are concentrated here. No one is hidden in the ground. I have to say that his hiding ability is too superb and excellent. It is so excellent that people can get close to such a short distance without any warning or awareness. This hiding means can be called terrible.

If it's a killer, it's almost impossible to avoid killing people nearby.

”Oh, the old man picked up a field mouse with this hoe.”

The old farmer was full of strange and dug out the underground corpse together. He only saw that the hoe was impressively hoed on the head of the corpse. It was the middle of the sky Linggai. As soon as the hoe went down, he died. It can be seen from the expression on the corpse that he didn't believe it. I didn't expect that he would die in the hands of an insignificant farmer if he hid in the ground, or was killed He was killed with a hoe.