The Sword God of the South

The Identity of the Real Farmers

The farmer walked over to Zhang Fei and the guard. Although he did not speak anymore, but his face still showed that his anger had not subsided.

Seeing his comrade go down, the other twelve peasants also went down immediately. They also approached him.

Throughout the incident, Zhang Fei kept his mouth shut. But his eyes were watching them closely.

As a person who has enough experience, of course he can distinguish between martial people and lay people. Although it was only through his movements, for Zhang Fei it was more than enough.

Especially for those thirteen cultivators, in his heart he felt suspicious. Their movements when descending from the top of the horse carriage counted lightly, his face also showed no fear.

Whereas usually, ordinary farmers will show a little fear when dealing with a guard. Especially at this time, there were not only guards. There is even a World Head of the Court.

But even though they had heard who the young man was, the peasants still did not show respect.

They seemed to ignore Zhang Fei's presence.

"So far, what kind of check have you done with these farmers?" zhang Fei asked after a moment of silence.

"I was just wondering, Chief," the guard replied as he lowered his head.

"Have you checked what the contents of each horse-drawn carriage are?"

"Not yet" he replied, shaking his head.

"Why?" Zhang Fei looked seriously at the guard. The person he was staring at was trembling even more, he felt as if something big was pressing down on his shoulders.

"Because .. because these farmers don't want to be examined by the contents of the chariot,"

Hearing the answer, Zhang Fei frowned. His suspicions to the thirteen people grew even greater.

He looked at the old farmer who was talking. Even though Zhang Fei did not open his mouth, yet that eye gaze was enough to represent all of them.

"That's because the contents of our horse carriage are nothing, Young Master. We only brought the crops of the fields, there was nothing suspicious. So, I don't think it's a problem if we refuse to get checked" he said. He speaks well and clearly.

There was no nervousness even a little.

"If it is true that the contents of the horse-drawn carriage are only the crops of the fields, then why should this guard not examine it?"

"Because we don't think this is important,"

Zhang Fei nodded his head a few times. As if believing his words. Whereas from the very beginning, Zhang Fei had already started fumbling about what was really happening.

It's just that he doesn't want to do that. Zhang Fei wanted to see first, what the farmer could do.

"Alright, then, where is your identity? Try to show it to me," Zhang Fei said as he thrust out his hand.

"We don't carry an identity card, Young Master,"

"Help ..."

The atmosphere there was momentarily silent. Zhang Fei did not speak anymore. He only looked at the thirteen peasants in turn.

Mountain winds blow. The clothes of those people fluttered as they blew wind scrolls. The scorching heat of the sun that shone on the earth, could not make them leave the border of the city.

Four Grandfathers of the World, currently seen still sitting on the back of a horse. Since then they have done nothing.

The four great figures were like intentionally letting Zhang Fei take care of this matter by himself.

Zhang Fei suddenly made a move. Two fingers slid forward, he intended to punch the farmer's neck vein in front of him.

That movement is very fast. His attack was also sudden. With such a foundation, it felt like even a second-rate swordsman could not spare himself anymore.

But who was the madman, just before Zhang Fei touched his neck vein, the person had already managed to avoid it. He pulled his body backwards.

The attack just now seemed to have been guessed before.

The brief incident became proof that they were indeed not ordinary people.

Zhang Fei smiled sinisterly. He immediately withdrew his attack.

"You think I don't know who you really are?"

"What do you mean, Young Master? It was just a coincidence. Maybe it was just a reflex from someone," the old farmer replied while trying to dodge.

"No need to talk much anymore. Now also tell me who you really are! If I don't, I'm gonna have to do it myself,"

The old farmer immediately fell silent to a thousand languages. He can no longer speak. His eyes glanced at the twelve other peasants. It was as if he was having a discussion through the eyes.

Wutt!!!

A farmer among the twelve others suddenly released some secret weapons. The attack was so sudden, two border city guards were targeted!

It was fortunate that Zhang Fei was still there. So even though the attack is dangerous, the lives of the guards can still be saved.

The crapp!!!

Six very small silver needles were already squeezed between his fingers.

Simultaneously, the five peasants immediately jumped up and launched another secret weapon. As for the rest of the peasants, they together retreated and took something from inside his carriage.

The two events happened almost simultaneously.

Immediately Zhang Fei made a move and fended off the secret weapon that had just come. After that he immediately welcomed the melee attack given by the opponent.

The chain of events was very fast. No one can imagine it. Moreover, every attack given by the opponent is not kidding.

From here alone, the Four Grandfathers of the World were able to judge that the farmers were at least experienced warriors.

A short while later, after successfully saving the lives of the two guards and his own life, Zhang Fei immediately returned to his position.

But not to mention that he had gained a position, those peasants had already attacked him again. This time they did not use both arms, but instead used a weapon that had just been taken from inside the horse carriage.

"Hurry and save yourselves" Zhang Fei shouted to the two guards.

Without speaking, they immediately obeyed him. Two guards jumped back and stood at the side of the Four Profound World Elders.

As for Zhang Fei, he was currently already surrounded among those twelve people.

"Among the thirteen people, I think only five people are first-class warriors," said Old Man Bizarre Tionggoan suddenly giving his response.

"True," said the Shadowless God Arak to agree. "I don't think we need to step in. Let's leave everything to an. .. I mean Chairman Fei," he hurriedly corrected his words after remembering that they were currently in the outside world.

Up ahead, now the thirteen peasants had already started to show who he was!