Fox Road Travel Notes

This murderous aura was like substance, covering his mouth and nose and oppressing his heart.

It makes everyone feel breathless.

Think about the rumors that two years ago she fought against Alima, the number one master of the Qing Dynasty.

Everyone secretly sighed that the swordsmanship of this pink Shura was indeed well-deserved!

The gourd king Renliang, who was locked by the qi machine, felt that his hair stood on end and he was bone-chilling.

Every pore on his body felt like pinpricks of pain.

His face was pale and his pupils were shrinking, but he still sat as steady as a mountain.

Even the expression on his face didn't change much.

As a veteran of the world, his own strength is also quite strong.

Otherwise, how could he possibly subdue these ruthless and murderous bandits from the Taihang Eighteenth Village with just his age?

But he knew that if he made the slightest move——

Even if it is just a sudden deepening of breathing or a sudden tightening of muscles, it may trigger an earth-shattering blow from the opponent.

Under this sword that seemed to be condensed with the thunder of the nine heavens, he didn't feel that he was sure to survive ten attacks.

However, he also knew that as long as he didn't move, Wang Qiaorong's sword would not strike.

After all, he, the Gourd King, has the value of his existence.

Without him, these Taixing thieves would not be able to hold together and would not be able to play any role.

Just bargain.

As long as the knife is not actually used, the knife is just a bargaining chip on the table.

Wang Heming was about to speak when he gave a little step and gave King Gourd a step down.

Chen Zican stood up with a smile, stretched out his hand, and tried to push away the sword in Wang Qiaorong's hand...

But as soon as his fingertips touched the blade of the sword, he let out a loud "ah" sound, and staggered back as if he was being shocked by electricity.

Chen Zican's face was pale, his teeth were clenched, and he felt as if his heart had stopped beating.

"Brother Chen!"

Monk Tong stepped over and supported Chen Zican.

Wang Qiaorong turned back and glared at him: "Boy, what are you doing? Do you want to die?"

Chen Zican suppressed his discomfort and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Sister Rong, the prince is very kind to me."

"Can you just give him a chance?"

"Besides, there's no point in killing a chicken with a bull's-eye. Just ask the younger brother to take action and convince him."

"Sister, please sit down and have a cup of tea first..."

Wang Qiaorong wanted to say something, but Wang Heming quietly tugged on her sleeves, then he said "hum" and sat down slowly.

Only then did the Calabash King feel that the boulder pressing on his internal organs was relieved.

His chest heaved and he breathed heavily, and he was speechless for a moment.

Chen Zican's complexion gradually returned to normal.

He raised his head and looked at the statue of Emperor Guan in the middle hall. In the painting, Master Guan was stroking his long beard and reading Spring and Autumn Annals at night.

He walked over, clasped his hands in front of the statue of Emperor Guan, bowed his head, and murmured something...

Then, he picked up a bunch of yellow bananas on the table.

He looked over it over and over, nodded, broke off one, peeled it open, put it in his mouth, and ate it with relish.

All the heroes in the room were confused by him. They didn't know what kind of monster this kid was...

After finishing the banana, Chen Zican broke off another one, walked up to the Gourd King, who still looked a little ugly, and stuffed the banana into his hand.

The Gourd King was confused, but Chen Zican said: "Your Majesty, please take it."

"Hey, we can't eat it now. We'll eat it later."

"That's it, lower it, yes, that's it, good..."

He held Gourd King's hand holding the banana and placed it on his lower abdomen.

In a caring tone for the mentally handicapped old man, he told him, "Don't move. Don't move."

"Otherwise, I will not be responsible..."

Turn around and walk to the opposite wall, about five or six feet away from the Gourd King, facing him from a distance.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, concentrated, and formed a fundamental seal with his hands.

In an instant, the fingers flipped and changed into Lotus Technique, Sanshan Technique, Xiaoduguan Technique, Immortal Sword Technique...

Everyone was stunned when they saw that his hands were nimble and light, as if each finger had a life of its own, and his speed was unbelievable.

Then, Chen Zican suddenly opened his eyes and shouted "Come!"

The sword finger of his right hand was swung through the air...

There was no holy light in front of me, no thunderbolts in the sky, and no stalagmites emerging from the ground...

No one even farted or sneezed to boost the momentum.

Calabash King Renliang was still sitting there with a confused expression on his face, just like everyone else...

The heroes just saw his pinching skills, and he really seemed to be a wise man.

But I didn't expect that after taking off my pants and squatting for a long time, only a fart came out, which made me speechless.

Wang Qiaorong pursed her lips and said softly: "Brother Chen, first..."

Chen Zican turned his head and waved his hand towards her.

He walked up to the Gourd King and said, "Old man, you can eat now."

"You're welcome, just peel it off and take a look. There will be a surprise when you open the box..."

The Calabash King had always had a good impression of him, and seeing that he had just asked Wang Qiaorong to put away his sword, he felt very sympathetic to him.

Otherwise, in such a situation, I don't know how long I can hold on.

If something goes wrong, how can the leader of the Taihang Mountain Rebel Alliance still have the dignity to sit down?

Now, seeing that he had done this inexplicably, he couldn't help but get angry and said angrily: "What the hell are you doing..."

Chen Zican still has the air of a master who is calm and gentle.

He stretched out his hand to stop him: "Mr. Ren, don't worry, just peel it off and take a look, and you'll understand everything!"

Gourd King Renliang looked down at the banana in his hand and frowned.

He raised the banana to his eyes and looked at it carefully. It was complete, fragrant and fragrant, and there was nothing unusual about it.

He slowly peeled off the banana peel, one piece after another...

Suddenly, several banana sections fell off, and the fractures were as smooth as a knife...

The Gourd King was so shocked that he almost dropped the banana in his hand to the ground.

Everyone also exclaimed in unison.

Just now, everyone could see clearly that Chen Zican casually broke off a banana from the bunch on the altar table and handed it to the Gourd King.

Just now, the Gourd King also carefully inspected the banana. It was completely intact and had not been tampered with.

It is not difficult to say that Chen Zican is a master who can hide his inner energy and release his inner energy to the outside. It is not difficult to cut a banana in the air.

But at a distance of five to six feet, even Zhang Duxu, the miraculous nine-tailed dragon that was rumored in the martial arts a few decades ago, would never be able to do it.

Unless he is one of the legendary sword immortals who can fly with a sword and behead people thousands of miles away.

But the Sword Immortal cannot do without the sword, right?

Just now, Chen Zican didn't use any magical weapons at all, he didn't even blow his breath, and everyone was not blind.

Besides, no matter what method he uses, even if he can cut the banana, how is it possible to keep the banana peel intact?

It was like there were no scars on the surface of the human body, but the heart inside the body was cut in half.

How can such a method not make people's hair stand on end?

The more everyone thought about it, the more they shuddered, and they couldn't help but look at Chen Zican with more awe.

Among those who had seen his methods, Monk Tong opened his mouth so much that it was difficult for him to speak.

Secretly glad that Chen Zican showed mercy that day.

However, Tian Bugeng's lips were trembling and his face was filled with fear. He quietly moved his steps and stayed far away from the Gourd King...

Chen Zican looked at his shocked face, which looked ashen, like the Gourd King who had aged by more than ten years, and patted his shoulder gently.

Ren Liang trembled all over, but finally did not dare to escape.

Chen Zican leaned down, with that sunny, harmless smile on his face again.

"Mr. Ren, are you okay?"

"What are you afraid of? I told you not to move around, just because I'm afraid you might accidentally drop three inches."

"Then, everything you said today is nonsense..."

Let's all look at the three inches below the Gourd King's Dantian...

Everyone shuddered, this is so evil, so terrible...