living in the world of reincarnation

Chapter 258
Zhao Ziyu drove the off-road vehicle forward for a while, and after bypassing the terrain, everyone saw Father Zhao's two cars parked on the side of the road, and everyone got out of the car.

Three bodyguards lay down on the ground, and the remaining few bodyguards kept the Zhao family behind, but their opponents were only four.

Mu Lan has detection skills, so she can perceive more clearly. The four people who fought with Zhao's bodyguards were dressed in short brown clothes and had no weapons in their hands, but they forced the well-trained seven bodyguards to retreat again and again, almost Pushed to the edge of the rock wall.

Amidst Zhao Jingshu's screams, another bodyguard fell down. He was punched hard on the chin and lost consciousness instantly. The clothes are tied with a red belt, which looks a bit like a martial artist in a TV series.

"I just said that these bodyguards are useless." Zhao Ziyu sighed, and then turned his pleading eyes to Mu Lan.

Mu Lan nodded, and when the fifth bodyguard was about to be killed by a stab in the throat, she released the chaos spell.

Then the white-clothed martial artist froze in place, and he relaxed his strike. The bodyguard in front of him seized this opportunity, and the triangular army stabbed directly at the martial artist's throat.

"Be careful!" The young man in gray next to him was startled, stopped his moves and kicked the bodyguard. This kick was so powerful that the bodyguard rolled back and forth on the ground several times until it stopped in front of Zhao Jingcai .

Zhao Jingshu's face turned pale, she covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming again, but seeing the retreating bodyguards and the valley behind her, her whole body trembled like chaff.

Zhao Hongxuan's expression was not that exaggerated, but his forehead was sweating profusely, his legs and feet were a little weak, and he bumped into his father as he stepped back.

"What are you panicking?" Zhao Jingcai scolded, he was a little displeased with his son's appearance at this time.

"Dad, what should we do?" Zhao Hongxuan said hurriedly.

"What's the use of being anxious!" Zhao Jingcai glanced at him, "I have already called the police and notified the branch office, please hold on for a while."

"I can't hold on anymore," Zhao Hongxuan lowered his voice after saying that, because his father's expression became more and more gloomy.

Zhao Jingcai slowly touched his coat pocket, where there was a pocket pistol.

The martial artist in white shook his head, a little confused about what happened just now, could it be that his brain was damaged by practicing kung fu?He suppressed the doubts in his heart, sneered at the few people in front of him, and moved his body to exert strength again.

"Let the Zhao family all suffer death."

His fingers hooked into the shape of eagle claws, and after dodging a cold weapon stab, he went straight to the opponent's temple. This attack was tricky, quick and powerful, and he would definitely not be able to survive after being stabbed.

But an accident happened, and he stood there in a trance again, and when he realized it, the triangular army thorn had already pierced his head.

After he reacted, the triangular army thorn brushed past his cheek, leaving a terrifying bloodstain on him.

Covering his bleeding face, the white-clothed martial artist retreated again and again, and the people around him asked puzzledly: "What's wrong with you? You can't beat this kind of shrimp?"

The white-clothed martial artist cast his eyes on the off-road vehicle of Mu Lan and the others, immediately understood, and then said darkly: "Someone is doing something bad."

The other three also looked at the off-road vehicle, and the gray-clothed youth expressed surprise, "Spiritual consciousness out of body? Is there such a master in China?"

"Not necessarily." The white-clothed warrior's bunt was already stained red with blood, and his expression was cloudy, "Maybe it's not ancient martial arts practitioners, there are another group of extraordinary people in the world."

"Does this Zhao family have such strength?" Another person asked.

"I don't know, the one that was slaughtered a few days ago was pitifully weak."

After the four people stopped attacking, the bodyguards hurriedly escorted Zhao Jingcai and the three of them back to the middle of the road. The edge of the valley was too dangerous, anyone who didn't pay attention would be kicked down.

"Don't let them run away!" The white-clothed martial artist said coldly.

Zhao Jingcai moved to the middle of the road at this time, took out a pistol while the four people turned their backs to him, and pointed it at the leader in white.

The young man in gray had already turned around, looked at Zhao Jingcai's movements and sneered, waved his hands, and three cold lights flew towards Zhao Jingcai at the same time.

Before he could shoot, a throwing knife easily bounced off the pistol. Under Zhao Jingcai's astonished expression, the other two throwing knives were within reach.

Between the lightning and the flint, there was a whizzing sound in the air, and a feathered arrow accurately stopped the two flying knives. Bounce far away.

Lin Yiyi smiled proudly. Her archery skills were now becoming more and more sophisticated, and it was no longer a matter of piercing the Yangtze with a hundred steps.

Mu Lan carefully observed the four people in front of her. They might all be related to the Guwu family, but she couldn't imagine who would do such a thing as a robbery and murder. How could Father Zhao get into trouble with such an enemy.

"It's four against four now!" Lin Yiyi said with a smile: "What kind of skill is bullying ordinary people, come and fight with us!"

"Tzuyu!" Zhao Jingcai couldn't hide his surprise. He saw Zhao Ziyu walking out of the car door at a glance.

"How will you be here!"

Zhao Ziyu looked foolish, he picked his ears, and said with a disgusted expression: "If I'm not here, you'll die, I told you not to bring these rotten tomatoes, what's the use? "

As he spoke, he looked at those bodyguards who were cowering, and even glanced at Zhao Hongxuan intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhao Hongxuan felt that he was laughing at him, clenched his fists tightly, and looked back with stern eyes.

"Brother!?" Zhao Jingshu was also unexpected. The person who saved them was actually her elder brother who had always looked down upon.

Zhao Ziyu nodded at Zhao Jingshu, then avoided his father's gaze.

"What are you talking about?" The martial artist in white frowned, took off his hand covering his wound, and said sharply, "Let's go together!"

The speed of the four warriors was very fast, and the young man in gray also threw a string of throwing knives at Mu Lan and the others, but they were all blocked by Thrall's shield.

Ah Feng stood where he was and didn't make a move, because the Heisha League was not involved, and Lin Yiyi had already pulled up the bowstring, and the wind elements gathered in the arrow body, and then it was released from the bowstring.

The arrow shot straight at the leader in white, but he didn't dodge it, but stood firm, his muscles tensed, and he wanted to use the arrow of the wind in his crotch.

The arrow of the wind shot into his chest muscles in an instant, and then Lin Yiyi exclaimed, because the arrow shot straight into his body a few inches, but did not penetrate his body.

"What kind of kung fu is this, steel and iron!"

The white-clothed martial artist also had an expression of astonishment, as if it was inconceivable that something would break through the body that was running the kung fu. He resisted the pain and pulled out the arrow, his expression a bit flinching.

The person next to him stopped and said worriedly, "Are you okay?"

The martial artist in white stopped a few of his accomplices, looked at Mu Lan and the others warily, and slowly retreated to the side of the road.

"If we can't beat him, let's go!"

As he spoke, he took the lead and jumped straight to the bottom of the valley.

In a moment, all four figures disappeared, leaving only Mu Lan and Zhao Jingcai staring at each other in confusion.

(End of this chapter)