He stretched out his hand to grab a peach on the table next to him and fell into his hand. He didn't do anything, just waved and threw it!

The peach struck out like lightning, like pear blossom nails in a rainstorm, crossing a distance of more than ten feet and piercing directly into the thighs of the farmers.

The farmers felt as if they were hit by a giant hammer, their vision went black, and a green onion fell from the sky.

Just hear a "pop" sound.

When everyone looked around, they saw Zhu Nong lying on the ground like a big character, his right leg bent at an incredible angle, and he fainted.

"This is a top-notch master!"

Zhang Shouqing was dumbfounded, shocked, and sad in his heart.

The Emei sect has produced another peerless genius, and the Qingcheng sect will not be able to raise its head in a few decades.

Thinking of his contempt for others just now, Zhang Shouqing wanted to slap himself in the face.

Zhao Wenbing had already jumped three feet high, brought a cup of tea, and put it into Chen Zhao's hands respectfully, shouting repeatedly: "Zhao is so grateful to Master Chen for saving his life! I have already prepared some silver coins. Shop,

My beauties, Zhao is willing to offer them all, and I hope Master Chen will accept them."

Ah!

This changes from a young hero to a great hero!

Chen Zhao clasped his right hand behind his back, glanced at Zhao Wenbing, and said with a smile: "I'm going down the mountain under the orders of my master. As long as Gang Leader Zhao doesn't forget the rules, that's fine."

"Yes, yes! What Chen Daxia said is so right. The Emei Sect has helped Zhao survive. I will send someone to give a thank you gift when I get back. At the same time, I will give a bonus of 10,000 taels to the Emei Sect every year, which will not be less than a penny."

!" Zhao Wenbing promised, patting his chest desperately.

It’s only 10,000 taels per year!

Even if it is 20,000 taels per year, although Zhao Wenbing feels distressed, he will not hesitate.

For 20,000 taels per year, is it worth it to be friends with the Emei sect?

So worth it!

As long as the Emei Sect is the backer, Zhao Wenbing can stabilize the trade route for Zigong well salt and have more wealth.

At this moment, Zhu Nong woke up leisurely. He raised his head and said with a sad smile: "I didn't expect that the Emei sect would have so many talented people. Today I admit defeat. I will kill or cut them all as you please."

After a pause, he looked at Chen Zhao again: "This Emei sect hero can tell me which magical skill of your sect is yours, and I will be convinced to death."

Chen Zhao glanced at him: "It's just an air-splitting palm, it just has enough internal strength."

Chen Zhao thought for a while and asked everyone to leave. He asked a few more questions, and then looked at the farmers with interest: "Since you are a disciple of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions, you must have defected to the Ruyang Prince's Palace and become a Tatar."

Lackey, when you return to Sichuan this time, you won’t be just for revenge, right?”

Zhu Nong's expression changed greatly, his eyes rolled, but in the end he said nothing and closed his eyes in silence.

Chen Zhao chuckled: "Although your martial arts are low, your martial arts are good. It seems that the elders of your sect are good in martial arts. Whether I kill you or not, the Vajra Sect will look for opportunities to take revenge!"

After saying that, he gently raised his kick and hit the door points of the farmers' association! The latter screamed and felt that all his martial arts power had completely left. Knowing that the other party had destroyed his martial arts with one move, he felt horrified in his heart.

All the great ambitions have gone down the drain.

Calling everyone over, guol Chen Zhao looked at Zhao Wenbing and said, "This man's martial arts skills have been exhausted. Please ask Gang Leader Zhao to send him to Mount Emei."

Zhao Wenbing hurriedly patted his chest: 'Don't worry, Master Chen, I promise to send him up the mountain with all my strength.'

Chen Zhao nodded, put his hands behind his back, and walked downstairs leisurely, leaving only a trace of the wolf behind him.

"What a heroic demeanor." Zhao Wenbing felt that this is what a man should be.

He used to adopt this attitude when negotiating with people in the Zigong area.

But looking back now, I think it was just rookies pecking each other.

The Emei Sect Master Chen Daxia in front of you is the real big shot!

Even though I can't make it, my heart longs for it.

Stayed one night in the most luxurious inn in Zigong.

Although Zhao Wenbing arranged for several top local brothels to provide door-to-door services, and they were indeed extremely beautiful Sichuan girls, Chen Zhao refused.

After all, this place is very close to Mount Emei, and some things can be blown away by a gust of wind. He doesn't want to leave a reputation for being careless.

The next morning, as soon as Chen Zhao got up, Zhao Wenbing came to visit him. What he gave was not gold and silver, but documents related to three shops in Jinguan City.

"Chen Daxia is a disciple of the Emei sect. Naturally, he has no shortage of gold and silver. He can travel around the world, and he always pays attention to how to make a poor man rich. These three shops are located in the bustling city of Jinguan City, and their annual profits can reach thousands of taels. These are Zhao's

Mr. Chen will definitely accept your kindness."

Accept it?

Of course you have to accept it.

Chen Zhao never shied away from the profits he earned from local tycoons.

What's more, if he pushed it, Zhao Wenbing would only get the thousands of taels of silver for a few meals of wine.

Chen Zhao took the document and said with a smile: "Since Gang Leader Zhao is so grand, I will be disrespectful."

He casually put the document into his arms without even looking at it.

Although the assets of the three shops in Jinguancheng's downtown area are countless times more than his current wealth, he is a martial arts master after all. Is it not easy to make money?

That's why I don't take this little money seriously.

After lunch, Chen Zhao and Zhao Wenbing said goodbye and rode straight back to the mountain.

After he came back, he reported his itinerary to Master Miejie.

How could Master Miejie pay such attention to a dispute in the market? She nodded and was about to tell Chen Zhao to leave, but Chen Zhao said: "Master, the other party learned the Shaolin Vajra Demon Subduing Magic Power from the Western Regions, but he is not a descendant of Shaolin from the Western Regions.

, it’s called the Vajra Sect or something, and this sect has surrendered to the Ruyang Palace of the Yuan Dynasty, so I suspect that this guy ran back to his hometown, nominally for revenge, but actually wanted to be a spy to investigate the activities of the Sichuan and Sichuan martial arts circles for reference.

The Prince of Ruyang understands the martial arts in the Central Plains."

Unexpectedly, one of his disciples went out to resolve a dispute in the market, and a big secret was revealed?

But hasn’t the imperial court always been like this?

If you don't arrange spies to investigate affairs in various places, is it really a court?

Especially that King of Ruyang, the Emei Sect's Yitian Sword is still in his hand.

Various thoughts flashed through Master Miejie's mind, but she just asked:

"Oh? The imperial court has always been like this. If there is anything else, please tell me in detail."

"My disciple has ordered Zhao Wenbing to send that farmer to Mount Emei. Master can inquire carefully."

Master Miejie had a somewhat impatient personality and was impatient to interrogate a junior, so she said: "If you have already interrogated me clearly, just tell me directly."

Chen Zhao nodded and said, "Yes."

"At that time, the disciples dismissed the others and asked the peasants a few questions, and then they learned a big secret. The three heroes of Wudang Sect had their limbs and joints pinched off. It turned out to be the King of Ruyang of their Vajra Sect who did it in order to force him to slay the dragon.

The knife fell."

"According to what he said, their Vajra Sect has a healing holy medicine 'Black Jade Intermittent Ointment'. The medicinal properties are extremely miraculous, but the treatment is extremely overbearing. It can heal broken bones that have never been reattached. The disciple thought, if he takes it back from the Vajra Sect,

The black jade intermittent ointment is given to the Wudang Sect as a favor to treat Yu Sanxia, ​​then the Wudang Sect will definitely accept our kindness, and if something happens to us in the future, the Wudang Sect will be willing to help us..."

Having said this, Master Miejie's eyes suddenly lit up.

Jianghu is not just about fighting and killing, Jianghu is more about human relations.

Although the Emei Sect and the Wudang Sect have always had a good relationship, and there is also a marriage between Ji Xiaofu and Yin Liting, wouldn't it be better if there was a greater favor?

At least when facing Xie Xun and the Dragon Sword in the future, the Wudang Sect will be embarrassed to compete with the Emei Sect, right?

Thinking of this, Master Miejie slightly nodded his head, feeling very satisfied with the idea of ​​his disciple.
Chapter completed!