At this moment, bursts of exclamations suddenly came from the first floor of Ruyue Pavilion. I remember it was a series of banging, banging, punching, and fist-to-flesh fighting sounds, and screams came one after another.

But soon, all the screams disappeared.

Then there were sounds of footsteps coming from the stairs.

Were all the people downstairs beaten to death?

But what about those brothers who were preparing to shoot arrows? Could it be that they were killed before they could shoot the arrows in time?

But this is too fast!

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenbing couldn't help but feel frightened and his throat went dry.

Downstairs, there were dozens of strong men secretly and openly, all of whom were brave and ruthless salt traders. Even if they encountered Yuan soldiers, the chieftain slaves would dare to fight. Not far away, there were people holding strong bows and crossbows, but unexpectedly

Got killed so quickly?

Could it be that the opponent is so terrifying?

Could it be that he underestimated Zhu Nong’s strength?

Just as he was thinking of this, the visitor had already appeared at the top of the stairs. Chen Zhao looked closely and saw a monk wearing a hundred-year-old robe walking up. He looked to be in his thirties, very strong and strong, and his clothes could hold him up.

The muscles are bulging, and the Chinese character face has thick eyebrows and big eyes, which is quite powerful, except that half of the left ear is missing.

"Brother Zhao, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are as good as ever!" The farmers came over and didn't care about Zhao Wenbing. He sat on the seat opposite and looked at him with a half-smile.

Zhao Wenbing looked extremely arrogant, as if he didn't care about the people around him.

After all, Zhao Wenbing is the leader of the Salt Owl Gang. At this moment, he could only suppress his shock and said: "Farmers, I didn't expect that you would dare to come back after so many years of separation?"

"I lost half of my left ear, my left arm was broken, and my right leg was almost cut off because of your gift. I never forget it." Zhu Nong sneered, his face full of cruelty. "Over the years, I have

When I ran to the Western Regions, I had the great opportunity to be taught martial arts by the World Honored One. I practiced boxing day and night just for today. As the saying goes, wealth never returns to its hometown, like a brocade garment walking at night. Brother Zhao, I am thinking about you!"

"Can't we sit down and talk? I can compensate you for what happened back then." Zhao Wenbing finally tried to make peace.

"Okay, first let me chop off two of your ears, break your limbs, listen to your wailing, and then consider having a good talk with you." Zhu Nong sneered.

"So, there is no more talk?" Zhao Wenbing said in a low voice. "Don't think that I am afraid of you if you become a disciple of Shaolin in the Western Regions? This is Sichuan. Even if you are a dragon crossing the river, you have to be careful."

"Shaolin of the Western Regions? Hahahahaha!" The farmers looked up to the sky and laughed: "The monks of the Shaolin of the Western Regions can only chant sutras and meditate, and they have no knowledge of martial arts for a long time. My mentor is a great man who can reach the heaven and the earth. How can he be like the Shaolin of the Western Regions?"

Matching? The martial arts I practice, let alone you, these people behind you have never heard of it!'

"Haha, farmers, do you think you are the only one who knows martial arts? I have already invited experts to take charge!" Zhao Wenbing looked up to the sky and laughed. He slammed the table and said: "Master Zhang, it seems I have to ask you to take action.

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Zhang Shouqing raised his forehead slightly and said to the two disciples standing next to him: "Huo Yun, Huo Huo, you go to meet him, be careful."

The two disciples nodded, walked to the farmers, and made a gesture of invitation.

"My two disciples have practiced boxing with me for more than ten years, and the martial arts of the Qingcheng School have been mastered. It will be no problem to fight you, a master from the Western Regions, for dozens of rounds!" Zhang Shouqing said confidently.

With these dozens of rounds, he can clearly see the actual situation of the farmers, and he will have an idea of ​​how to fight when the time comes.

"Haha, just two boys, how dare you show up in front of me?" Zhu Nong smiled coldly, with disdain in his eyes.

"Too arrogant!" Two young people are used to running rampant in Yuzhou. How can they endure such contempt?

Immediately they shouted loudly at the same time, one from the left and the other from the right, and struck at the farmers like lightning.

What they used was the Qingcheng Sect's secret skill, the Heart-Destroying Palm, also known as the Black Sand Palm.

One of the wonderful things about this martial art is that when two people perform it at the same time, the fists and winds intersect, showing a power that far exceeds that of the two.

It is equivalent to the skill of four or five young people like Huoyun and Huoshan.

If most people fight based on their abilities, they will definitely suffer a loss.

But as soon as they met each other, the two figures immediately flew backwards to the left and right, crashed into the pillar, vomited blood, and fell to the ground.

"Fire cloud! Volcano!" Zhang Shouqing's face suddenly changed and he couldn't help shouting.

Because his two disciples only made half a move, Zhu Nong arrived first, and instantly hit each other with two punches, sending them both flying.

"What are you yelling about? It's your turn next." Zhu Nong looked at Zhang Shouqing, stretched out his right index finger, and lightly ticked it, showing his disdain.

Zhang Shouqing couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

As a wealthy man in Yuzhou, Zhang Shouqing knew that the foundation of his career was Qingcheng sect martial arts, so while exercising his body every day, he also carefully taught several disciples, especially the two disciples Huoshan and Huoyun, who were the best among them.

Or, even if you go to Qingcheng Mountain, you can still compete with the outer disciples.

He just counted on these disciples to support him so that he could use wheel fighting to deal with the enemy.

Who would have thought that with such skills, the two of them worked together to use the Black Sand Palm, but they couldn't even resist the opponent's move. Doesn't this person's kung fu surpass his own?

The more he thought about it, the more cautious he became. Zhang Shouqing stood up slowly, cupped his fists and said, "Zhang Shouqing, a lay disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, does he know where the master is from?"

"When I beat you to death, I will tell you my inheritance!" Zhu Nong sneered.

Although Zhu Nong said this, he also knew that the other party was a disciple of a famous sect, so naturally he would not overestimate him. He held his breath and concentrated, his inner breath was secretly rotating, and the bones all over his body were cracking and snapping, making slight popping sounds.

Zhang Shouqing was slightly startled. Although he didn't know what kind of martial arts the other party had, he also knew that it was something serious.

On the other hand, Chen Zhao had a keen eye and saw that the farmers were working from the outside in, without even a trace of evil spirit. They were the authentic Buddhist martial arts, Vajra and Demon-Suppressing Magical Powers.

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The Western Regions, monks, and the magical power of King Kong to subjugate demons.

Since this farmer is not a Shaolin disciple from the Western Regions, he is probably a disciple of the Vajra Sect.

Considering that in a few years the six major sects will attack Guangmingding, with Zhao Min leading the palace forces behind, this guy is most likely a spy, coming to spy on the Sichuan-Sichuan martial arts community.

Just as he was thinking of this, Zhang Shouqing stepped forward, shouted loudly, and struck out with his right palm with a loud roar. It was the Qingcheng School's secret skill of Heart-Destroying Palm.

The peasants laughed loudly, stepped forward, and struck with rapid punches. The shadows of their arms swayed, as if there were dozens of arms and dozens of fists punching out at the same time. When everyone saw his violent attack, they were all shocked.

Shocked.

In almost an instant, Zhang Shouqing fell into the position of being passively beaten. He was unable to use his unique heart-destroying palm, and he was completely trapped in the opponent's attack.

"The magical power of the Western Regions is so terrifying?" Zhao Wenbing was horrified.

Only now did he realize that he was a frog in the well. He usually hid in the small Zigong and relied on making offerings to the Emei and Qingcheng factions, so he thought he was safe in Sichuan and Shu.

But he didn't expect that when the enemy came knocking on his door, he was unable to fight back!

In this case, doesn't it mean that when those great masters come, he will die without a burial place?

"If I escape this time, I will have to hire a great master to protect me no matter what." Zhao Wenbing thought to himself.

Unexpectedly, just when he thought of this, there was a "boom", and all the farmers laughed loudly, and Zhang Shouqing even flew backwards, hit the wall hard, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Everyone took a closer look and couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts.

I saw him trembling, covering his chest with his right hand, and said with a bitter smile:

"Master's martial arts skills are so strong that Zhang lost."

Zhu Nong's face remained as usual, and he said proudly: "I became a monk under the King Kong Sect in the Western Regions. I practiced hard for ten years, and then joined the army to participate in the fights between all parties. My martial arts has already entered the realm of transformation. Not to mention you, I am the leader of the noble sect.

I dare to fight with him!"

After saying that, he never looked at Zhang Shouqing again and turned to Zhao Wenbing.

"Zhao, what other tricks can you use? Like a cat playing with a mouse, I will make you collapse in endless fear. Hahahaha."

Zhao Wenbing's face was ashen at this time, his legs were shaking, but he still held back and said: "Brothers, we were just fighting for territory back then. This kind of thing happened everywhere in the world and in the market. It really can't be said to be a deep hatred, so you just

Spare me, little brother, I can give you half of the property, what do you think?"

"Haha, do you think I will value your little family property?" The farmers slowly walked over, kicked Zhao Wenbing down, and sneered: "You only took a small amount of profit from Zigong Well Salt, and

The fine wines I drank, the beauties I slept with, and the delicacies I enjoyed in the Western Regions are beyond your imagination. Why do you think I came to pay tribute?"

Nong Zao patted his face with the back of his hand and said with a smile.

"Brothers, uncles, I was wrong! Please spare me."

There is great terror between life and death.

Without support, Zhao Wenbing was just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He begged: "You also know that I have worshiped the docks of both the Emei sect and the Qingcheng sect. If you kill me, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave Sichuan."

"Qingcheng Sect, Emei Sect?" Zhu Nong sneered: "Now that I'm going to crush your limbs and turn around and walk away, can Master Miejie and Taoist Changqingzi still go down the mountain to find me in person?"

"Yes, yes, yes, sir, you are so great, please spare my life." Zhao Wenbing was completely frightened, and he knelt down with a thud, hugging Zhu Nong's thigh, kowtowing and communicating through tears.

"Hahaha." The farmers couldn't help laughing.

Thinking that the enemy who beat him to the point of running away now was like a clown, kowtowing like a clown, the peasants felt extremely happy in their hearts.

Zhang Shouqing put his hand on his chest and stood there unable to move forward or retreat. He sighed in his heart: 'I underestimated the heroes of the world. I wonder if I can leave alive today?'

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the side:
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