The heavens start with letting the bullets fly

Chapter 330

At this moment, bursts of exclamations suddenly came from the first floor of Ruyue Pavilion, remembering that there was a series of fist-to-flesh fighting sounds, and screams one after another.

But soon, all the screams disappeared.

Then there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

Could it be that the group of people downstairs were all beaten to death?

But what about those brothers who are ready to shoot arrows?Could it be that it was solved before it was too late to shoot the arrow?
But this is too fast!
Thinking of this, Zhao Wenbing couldn't help but tremble with fear, his throat felt dry.

Downstairs, there are dozens of strong subordinates, all of whom are brave and ruthless salt owl traders. Even if they encounter Yuan soldiers and chieftain slaves, they dare to fight. Killed so quickly?

Could it be that the opponent is so terrifying?
Could it be that he underestimated the strength of Zhunong?

Just as he was thinking of this, the visitor had already appeared at the stairs. Chen Zhao looked intently and saw a monk wearing a patchwork robe coming up. He looked to be in his thirties, very strong and strong, and his clothes supported him. Puffy, full of muscles and knots, with thick eyebrows and big eyes in Chinese characters, it is also mighty, but half of the left ear is missing.

"Brother Zhao, long time no see, you are the same as before!" Zhu Nong Shi ran over, regardless of Zhao Wenbing and others, and sat on the opposite seat, watching with a half-smile Zhao Wenbing, with an extremely proud demeanor, seemed to ignore the people around him at all.

After all, Zhao Wenbing is the leader of the Yan Xiao gang, so at this moment, he could only suppress his shock and said, "Zhu Nong, I didn't expect that you would dare to come back after so many years of separation?"

"Back then, I was bestowed by you. Half of my left ear was missing, my left arm was broken, and my right leg was almost cut off. I dare not forget it all the time." Zhu Nong sneered, his face full of ruthlessness. "For so many years, I went to the Western Regions and 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, riches and honors do not return home, like a night walk in brocade clothes. Brother Zhao, I miss 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 your two ears, break your limbs, listen to your wailing, and then think about having a good talk with you." Zhu Nong sneered.

"So, there is nothing to talk about?" Zhao Wenbing said in a low voice. "Don't you think that I'm afraid of you if you become a disciple of Shaolin in the Western Regions? This is Sichuan and Shu, even if you are a dragon crossing the river, you have to hold on."

"Shaolin in the Western Regions? Hahahaha!" Zhunong looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "The monks in Shaolin in the Western Regions can only recite scriptures and meditate, and they have long since mastered martial arts. My teacher is a big man who reaches heaven and earth. How can it be that Shaolin in the Western Regions can only do?" matched?The martial arts I practice, not to mention you, these few 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."

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

The two disciples nodded, walked up to Zhu Nong, and put on a gesture of invitation.

"My two disciples have been practicing boxing with me for more than ten years, and the martial arts of the Qingcheng School have already entered the classroom. It is not a problem to fight with you, a master of the Western Regions, for dozens of rounds!" Zhang Shouqing said confidently.

With these dozens of rounds, it is enough for him to see the reality of the peasants, and he will know how to fight when the time comes.

"Hehe, how dare you show yourself in front of me, just two boys?" Zhu Nong smiled coldly, his eyes full of disdain.

"It's too arrogant!" Two young people are used to rampant in Yuzhou, how can they bear 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 School's unique heart-destroying palm, also known as the Black Sand Palm.

This martial art has a wonderful point, that is, when two people perform it at the same time, the fist winds intersect, which can show the power far beyond the two.

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

If ordinary people fight according to the skills of two people, they will definitely suffer losses.

However, 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 expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help shouting out.

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

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

As a powerful 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 they go to Qingcheng Mountain, they can compete with the disciples of the outer sect.

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

Who would have thought that with this kind of skill, two people joined forces to use the Black Sand Palm, but they couldn't even beat the opponent's move, so wouldn'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, clasped his fists and said, "Zhang Shouqing, a lay disciple of the Qingcheng School, who is the master?"

"When I kill you, I will tell you about my master's heritage!" Zhu Nong sneered,
Although Zhu Nong said so, he also knew that the other party was a disciple of a famous family, so he naturally wouldn't push him too hard. He held his breath and focused his attention, his inner breath turned secretly, and the bones all over his body were chopping and clapping, making slight popping sounds continuously.

Zhang Shouqing was slightly taken aback, although he didn't know what kind of martial arts the other party was, he knew it was no small matter.

Chen Zhao, on the other hand, has a keen eye and sees that the farmers are working from the outside in, without even the slightest evil spirit. They are the authentic Buddhist martial arts, Vajra and Demon-Suppressing Magical Powers.

Immediately understood.

The Western Regions, monks, and King Kong's supernatural powers.

Since this Zhunong is not a disciple of Shaolin in 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 world.

Just as he was thinking of this, Zhang Shouqing strode forward, shouted loudly, and slashed out with his right palm, the palm of his hand was mighty, it was the Qingcheng sect's unique technique to destroy the heart.

Zhu Nong laughed loudly, stepped forward, punched quickly, and his arms shook, as if dozens of arms and fists were hitting at the same time.Seeing his stormy offensive, everyone was shocked.

In almost an instant, Zhang Shouqing fell into a passive position of being beaten. He could not use his unique heart-destroying palm at all, and he was completely trapped in the opponent's attack.

"The divine art of the Western Regions is so terrifying?" Zhao Wenbing was horrified.

Only now did he realize that he was a frog in a well. He used to hide in the small Zigong, relying on offering sacrifices to the Emei Sect and the Qingcheng Sect, he thought he was safe and sound in Sichuan and Sichuan.

But he didn't expect that when the enemy attacked, he was powerless to fight back!

In this way, wouldn't it mean that as soon as those great masters came, he would die without a place to bury him?

"If I escape this time, no matter what, I must invite a master to protect me." Zhao Wenbing thought to himself.

Unexpectedly, just thinking of this, there was a "boom", Zhu Nong laughed, and Zhang Shouqing even flew upside down, hitting the wall heavily, with a trace of blood spilling 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, with his right hand covering his chest, and said with a wry smile:

"The master's martial arts are very strong, and Zhang lost."

Zhu Nong looked as usual, and said proudly: "I became a monk under the Vajra Sect of the Western Regions, trained hard for ten years, and joined the army to participate in various fights. I also dare to fight with one!"

After finishing speaking, he turned to face Zhao Wenbing without looking at Zhang Shouqing again.

"My surname is Zhao, what tricks do you have to use? I'm going to make you collapse in endless fear like a cat playing with a mouse. Hahahaha."

At this moment, Zhao Wenbing's face was ashen, his legs were trembling, but he still held back and said: "Brothers, we were just grabbing territory back then. This kind of thing is everywhere in the world, and it's really not a deep hatred. You just Forgive me, little brother, I can give you half of the property, what do you think?"

"Hehe, do you think I'll value your family property?" Zhu Nong walked over slowly, kicked Zhao Wenbing down, and said with a sneer, "You only took a small 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 here to pay tribute!"

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

"Brother Zhu, Master Zhu, I was wrong! Please forgive me."

There is great terror between life and death.

Without support, Zhao Wenbing was just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He begged, "You know, I have worshiped the piers of both the Emei faction and the Qingcheng faction. If you kill me, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of Sichuan and Sichuan."

"Qingcheng faction, Emei faction?" Zhu Nong sneered: "I will crush your limbs now, turn around and leave. Could it be possible that Miejue Shitai and Daoist Changqingzi can go down the mountain to find me in person?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Zhu, you are a large number of adults, so please spare my life." Zhao Wenbing was terrified in his heart, knelt down with a plop, hugged Zhu Nong's thigh, kowtowed and exchanged tears.

"Hahaha." Zhu Nong couldn't help laughing.

Thinking of the enemy who beat him up in the past, now kowtow like a clown, Zhu Nong only felt extremely happy in his heart.

Zhang Shouqing put his hands on his chest, stood there unable to advance or retreat, sighing in his heart: "I have underestimated the heroes of the world, I wonder if I can leave alive today?" '

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the side:
"My Emei faction wants to deal with the mere monks of the Vajra Gate, and there is no need for the master to go down the mountain. I can destroy it at will."

(End of this chapter)