Chapter 20 The Fat Sheep Turns Into a Vicious Wolf

"Boy, why don't you leave? Are you tired and want to take a rest?"

As he said this, several people laughed.

Zhang Xing also laughed.

"The six gentlemen must have a lot of gold coins with them. They are so anxious to give me money!"

Well!

Several people were stunned, wondering if this cripple's head was rusty...

"Hahaha……"

Just as they burst into laughter.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Three magic fireballs suddenly hit them, so fast that the six people had to dodge them in embarrassment.

Immediately, their expressions changed.

"Damn it, you kid made the first move."

"Give me the copy guy..."

Before the warrior finished speaking, three more fireballs suddenly flew towards him.

"Ah!, instant magic, he is not a magic apprentice, at least he is a senior magician."

An intermediate magician who was dodging exclaimed.

"Hmph! What's wrong with the senior magician? There are three warriors at such a close distance. It's useless no matter how fast we are, we have to surround him!"

The senior soldier sneered.

The three warriors immediately drew out their swords and battle axes, forming a triangle to surround Zhang Xing.

The three mages stood three meters behind the warrior.

"kill!"

Almost in a breath, these people completed the offensive formation, and with an order, three soldiers rushed forward.

"What a stupid cripple. Facing the warrior's attack, he didn't retreat quickly and stood there like a fool!"

The senior magician said disdainfully.

"Haha, he is a cripple, he has no legs, and it is not convenient to retreat!" The intermediate magician next to him said with a mocking look on his face, and then continued: "It seems that there is nothing wrong with us, let's watch the show!"

At the same time, the senior warrior jumped up and slashed Zhang Xing's head with the huge battle ax in his hand.

The big swords of the other two warriors swept across Zhang Xing's chest.

"Tsk tsk! I really can't bear to see this kid being chopped into pieces right away..."

The intermediate magician shook his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a cruel arc, but in the next breath, he froze, his eyes widening in surprise, looking at the incredible scene in front of him.

Zhang Xing was seen twisting his hands, his body leaping into the air, and crashing into the senior warrior in the air at an extremely fast speed.

There was a strange look in the eyes of the senior warrior. You, a weak mage, want to play against me. Isn't this looking for death?

That fierce ax obviously couldn't hit the opponent, so he took advantage of this momentum and slammed into Zhang Xing.

Just when the two of them were about to collide, the senior warrior tensed up his explosive muscles.

You're a small boy, I'll break all your bones in one blow and turn you into a complete cripple.

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, he saw a very small fist sticking out of the gray robe on the opposite side, like a child's fist, probably as big as his palm.

Without any time to think, his body came into contact with this little fist.

"Bang!"

After the muffled sound, the senior soldier felt like he had hit a mountain. His whole body was in great pain. With all his strength exhausted, his body hit the ground uncontrollably.

A big crater was made on the ground with a bang, and his internal organs were writhing violently.

"Wow!" He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

He looked in disbelief and looked at Zhang Xing who had just landed on a big rock with shock in his eyes.

The two intermediate warriors whose attacks failed also looked at him in shock.

"No! This is impossible!"

How can you, a cripple, have so much power? You can't still be a high-level warrior!

"What? He's still a senior soldier?"

The three magicians not far away subconsciously took two steps back...