"Young hero, he is a demon sanren from the Demon Sect, so you can't let him go!"

A middle-aged martial artist was bleeding and started to yell.

"Yes, young man, kill him!"

Other martial artists shouted loudly.

"Demon Cult!"

Li Yao's eyes flashed and he shouted, "Everyone of the thiefs of the Demon Cult can be killed and died!"

He rushed towards the figure in the blue shirt again.

After the figure in the green shirt faced him, he already knew Li Yao's strength. When he saw Li Yao rushing forward, he thought of the place located in the official road. If he didn't get out early, it would only cause more trouble. His eyes flashed and he suddenly turned around and left.

However, he wanted to leave, but Li Yao's speed suddenly accelerated and rushed towards him.

"Go!"

The figure in the blue shirt turned around like lightning and shot a detox needle, densely packed, like a smallpox, with a fishy smell, and shot in an instant.

Li Yao's face changed and he quickly turned over and dodged.

However, there were too many poisonous needles, and three or four shots were hit on him in one go.

Puff puff puff!

Blood splashed.

The figure in the green shirt was overjoyed and said, "At a young age, I don't know the dangers of the world. I deserve to die at the hands of my Qingmo Sanren. I will die for me!"

He suddenly turned around, rushed over quickly, and rushed up directly, and hit Li Yao's skull.

However, Li Yao was hit by his poisonous needle, but he seemed to be fine. He suddenly sneered and punched him in the chest.

Bang!

It was powerful and powerful, fierce and terrifying. It was blown on the spot and squirted blood, screamed, and immediately flew backwards and smashed hard in the distance, and seven or eight ribs broke directly.

"You...you..."

He struggled hard and vomited blood.

Li Yao looked at the injuries that were recovering quickly on his body, sneered, and rushed over quickly.

Click!

Before he could wait for the man to speak, he took off his chin.

It is written in the novel that these thieves like to hold poison sacs in their mouths. Once they fall into the enemy, they will bite the poison sacs immediately.

So how could Li Yao let him die so easily?

Even if you die, you have to shave your head first before you die.

The figure in the blue shirt was removed and he immediately let out a miserable hum and struggled on the ground.

But Li Yao directly pressed his shoulder, took out the sharp razor, and said with a grim smile, "Don't struggle, let me shave your head obediently, nothing is wrong. If you dare to struggle, I will dig one eye, dig out the eyes, then dig out the nose, then dig out the tongue..."

Qingmo Sanren's eyes were shocked and he looked at Li Yao.

For some reason, four words suddenly appeared in his mind.

Shaved crazy!

Is this guy a shaving maniac?

He is indeed not a disciple of the Blood Monk...

Which sect is this?

Brush!

Li Yao smiled and quickly scraped his hair for Qingmo Sanren, and his hair continued to fall in an inch by inch. In the blink of an eye, a big bald head that was rubbing brightly appeared.

"ha!"

Li Yao subconsciously sighed again, touched it with his palm, and said with a smile, "It's not bad, it's really beautiful."

The Qingmo Sanren's heart quickly surging.

Is this letting myself go?

It's okay to shave your head?

He began to think about how to get out of here.

Click!

Suddenly, Li Yao raised his hand and fell, and a blow [Iron Smelting Palm] landed on the top of Qingmo Sanren's skull, smashing his forehead on the spot, splashing with slurry, his eyes glared, and he fell to the ground, and died of a life of death.

This is the principle.

Li Yao will never joke if he is playing, he will make trouble.

He turned around and walked towards the young girl, with a strong smile on his face, and glanced at the other party's long black and bright hair.

At this moment, the young girl had already stood up from the ground with the help of several martial artists, bandaged her ankles, walked towards Li Yao, bowed down, and said gratefully: "Little girl Ye Qingling, I have seen the young hero, thank you for saving your life."

"Young hero, I don't know the name of Gao. This is the only daughter of Boss Ye, the No. 1 Chamber of Commerce in the world. I wonder if the young hero can enjoy the glory. Go back with us, and Boss Ye will definitely report it again!"

A martial artist next to him bowed.

"No, no, you guys are really polite. The so-called "drawing a sword to help" is our duty."

Li Yao shook his head slightly, suddenly paused and said with a smile, "By the way, Miss Ye, seniors, I have something to ask for, I wonder if you can agree?"

"Young man, please tell me!"

The young girl Ye Qingling said.

"Miss Ye, I wonder if I can shave your head?"

Li Yao said with a smile.

“Shad…shave your head?”

Ye Qingling was a little confused.

Several martial artists also looked confused.

"Yes, shaved your head!"

Li Yao squeezed out his white teeth, held a razor in his hand, and smiled, "It's time to rob his hair, and he is not ready to move. Whoever dares to move will die."

After more than ten minutes.

Li Yao looked satisfied and quickly left the place with a smile and ran towards the distance.

"Ride on my beloved little motorcycle, it's not traffic jam at all..."

In place.

Ye Qingling looked depressed, with a big bald head, her eyes were red, and she cried loudly, and tears suddenly burst out.

"I'm not alive anymore, woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-

She screamed, ready to crash into the carriage.

"Miss, Miss, don't."

Seven or eight martial artists who also turned into big bald slaughter quickly stopped Ye Qingling.

They were so sad and angry that they gritted their teeth, and they were simply crazy.

I thought I had met a young hero, but who would have thought that this bastard was so evil in his work!

They saved their lives the moment before, but they were all shaved into bald heads the next moment!

Is this still a human?

"Go, go, go..."

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from the official road in the distance.

When Ye Qingling heard the sound, he quickly got into the carriage and put on his head hood. His eyes were red and swollen, and he cried loudly.

How can she meet people like this?

From now on, I will never get married again, wuwu...

Dad, I'm a nun...

Seven or eight martial artists quickly looked in the direction of the sound of horse hooves, and soon their faces were overjoyed.

"It's from the yamen!"

The leading martial artist shouted.

…

Li Yao ran all the way, opened the panel, and looked at the free attribute point again.

I spent five free attributes to recover from my injury and shaved my heads, but the 9 people only provided 0.9 free attributes.
To be continued...