Farmer sister: Escape from wilderness and farm with Lingquan space

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three muffled sounds were heard and water splashed on the ground.

The curtain of the car opened, and Qiao Ran had already rushed out, leaving behind only a few hurried but not flustered words:

"Grandma, mother, and third aunt, please stay seated and don't move. No matter what happens, don't come out! Second uncle, third uncle, keep driving!"

Qiao Erhe and Qiao Sanhu, who were just frightened by this sudden change and wanted to pull the reins, subconsciously waved the whip and drove the carriage faster when they heard Qiao Ran's words before they could give any order in their brains.

Holding a long iron stick, Qiao Ran stood alone in the middle of the mountain road.

From the woods on both sides, several masked men in black jumped out.

In the downpour, the clothes of several people were all wet, and the rain on the masks blurred their eyes.

Obviously, the sudden heavy rain caught the men in black who were lying in ambush on the side of the mountain road off guard and they looked somewhat embarrassed.

Qiao Ran had changed her clothes before leaving the palace. She put the aqua blue gauze dress she had taken out from the space courtyard back into the space and changed into a set of comfortable and light cotton shorts.

She stood in the middle of the road with her legs slightly apart, as steady as a rock. One hand was leaning on an iron rod taller than herself, and the other hand was hanging down, secretly holding a few silver needles. She looked like a lone man blocking the way for ten thousand.

Several men in black rushed towards Qiao Ran at the same time, using swords in their hands to cut through the heavy rain curtain and slash at various parts of Qiao Ran's body from different directions.

With swords and knives slashing at him from the front, sides and above, Qiao Ran had no choice but to turn around and run away.

But she did not retreat at all. The silver needle in her right hand flew out quickly, and at the same time, she kicked her feet and rushed towards the man in black.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Three more men in black fell to the ground, leaving only four men in black to continue charging forward.

Qiao Ran rushed forward, holding the long stick in both hands and swinging it vigorously.

"Changlanglang!"

After a sound of iron clashing, Qiao Ran and the remaining four men in black had swapped positions.

She turned and looked at the men in black. The weapons of the four of them were either bent or chipped, and one of them even had his sword shattered.

The man in black was shocked. He never expected that such a petite girl could have such strength.

"Who sent you?"

Qiao Ran asked coldly.

The men in black didn't answer at all, but just stared at her with cold eyes.

Qiao Ran didn't say any more words and rushed forward again, swinging the stick.

Only three of the four men in black were armed and came forward. The other one was unarmed. After looking at the murderous Qiao Ran, he suddenly turned around and chased after the carriage.

Qiao Ran narrowed her eyes fiercely, and her murderous aura suddenly increased.

"court death!"

She swung the long stick with all her strength, knocking the three men in black who were rushing towards her away. She didn't care about their lives and chased after the man in black.

After chasing for a few hundred steps, Qiao Ran saw the carriage in front stopped for a moment, three people jumped out of the carriage, and then the carriage continued to gallop forward.

The two people who jumped down were actually his second uncle, fourth uncle and eldest brother Qiao Dong.

Because they were going to a banquet, they never expected that someone would ambush them on the way, and the three of them were completely unprepared.

However, Qiao Dong liked the dagger his sister gave him very much and always carried it with him. At this moment, he held it in his hand as a weapon.

Qiao Erhe was holding a horsewhip in his hand, while Qiao Sihai picked up a thick branch with a fork from the roadside.

The three of them stood in a row on the mountain road, fearlessly facing the black-clad killers rushing towards them, trying to use the little and not-so-superb skills they had learned while fleeing the famine to protect their families behind them.

The unarmed killer thought that the two carriages were filled with ordinary peasants, and that even if he had no weapons, he could easily kill all the dozen people, young and old.

But I didn't expect that someone would dare to stop me.

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, followed by contempt. The killer rushed forward without any pause, without even thinking about how to attack.

He thought that he could kill these three weaklings with just a punch or a kick.

So he wasted no time and rushed straight towards the carriage.