The Beginning of Siheyuan: The Pig Killer of Qinjia Village

Yang Zhuluan also wanted to test Chang Wei's strength, so he took the punch head-on without dodging or evading.

With one punch from Chang Wei, Yang Zhuluan was knocked flying. He first smashed the wooden counter, then crashed through a partition wall, leaving a large hole large enough for a person to walk through.

The shop was filled with sawdust and the bowl-shaped cakes fell all over the floor, rolling everywhere.

The guards present were stunned with shock. Most of them had never seen the boss in action. They only heard that the boss was very powerful and usually practiced in seclusion and seldom went out.

Zhang Shaozu looked at Chang Wei, his eyes shining. He definitely couldn't withstand this punch, and judging from the boss's relaxed expression, he definitely wouldn't be using his full strength. But Yang Zhuluan should be able to withstand it, after all, the Grandmaster is not a cabbage.

Bai Yuechang's eyes were full of stars. If the occasion wasn't wrong, she would have run up to give him a sweet kiss and shouted that her husband was so great.

Chang Wei looked at the pedestrian tunnel quietly. His intuition told him that Yang Zhuluan was fine. The punch he just received felt like hitting a thick steel plate.

Sure enough, a burst of laughter was heard.

"Ha ha……"

Yang Zhuluan walked out slowly as if nothing had happened, twisted his neck, and looked like a real villain. "Brother Biao, you are really amazing, you can hurt me even though you are not a master.

I haven’t felt this feeling for a long time.”

Chang Wei looked at him speechlessly. Aren’t you quite good at hiding your true feelings? Why do you sound so villain-like when you speak?

"Like it? Come again."

As he said that, he rushed forward and threw another punch.

After understanding Chang Wei's strength, Yang Zhuluan stopped pretending and also raised his fist to meet him.

Immediately the two men started fighting with fists and feet. Their movements were so fast that it was hard to see clearly, and every punch hit the flesh.

clang clang ~

buzz~

There was a sound of metallic collision and a low muffled sound.

After the fight, Chang Wei discovered that Yang Zhuluan's defense was high, but his attack power was only about two tons, which posed no threat to him who could perfectly control his body to unload the force.

They just let go, making it like a street fight, with fists flying everywhere and no one defending themselves.

In the blink of an eye, I don’t know whether dozens or hundreds of moves had passed.

Yang Zhuluan became more and more frightened as the fight went on. Chang Biao clearly did not learn physical kung fu, but he seemed more difficult to deal with than his Dragon Roar Iron Shirt and Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover. Every time his attack hit this guy, it felt like hitting an iron plate padded with cotton.

The point is not that the Grandmaster's attack power is much higher than his, and he hits his chest so hard that it hurts, or to be more precise, his breasts hurt, because he always attacks that one place.

If we keep wasting time like this, even if we can kill this guy, we won't be able to escape with hundreds of guns pointed at us. We have to fight quickly and decisively.

As the thought flashed through his mind, Yang Zhuluan quietly used his artistic conception and delivered his strongest punch.

The two men fought hand-to-hand, without any defense at all.

The sudden punch with explosive power caused Chang Wei's clothes on his back to burst instantly, and then he was blown directly into the concrete wall four or five meters away, causing secondary impact damage.

Chang Wei felt a sweet taste in his throat but he swallowed it back.

"Husband~" Seeing this, Bai Yuechang rushed forward anxiously.

"Boss!" Zhang Shaozu and the guards once again pointed their guns at Yang Zhuluan.

Chang Wei's chest rose and fell, and he waved his hands. "It's okay."

He was injured. The sudden punch from the old coin Yang Zhuluan had an attack power that increased exponentially to over ten thousand pounds.

It was more than twice his body's load-bearing limit, but luckily he was strong enough and had perfect control over his body, so he only suffered minor injuries.

However, he also felt firsthand what artistic conception was, which was similar to the emphasis on intention in Xingyiquan, but obviously more profound. He remembered the feeling of a punch like a tiger's roar at that moment, and he could experience it slowly later.

There was a flash of rage in his eyes. He tore off his torn shirt, grinned, and looked at Yang Zhuluan.

"Amazing, you are worthy of being a master, come again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Wei's feet shook and he shot out like a cannonball.

Yang Zhuluan's eyes were full of shock. He had fully grasped the punch, but not only did Chang Biao not die on the spot, he seemed to have only been slightly injured. What kind of monster was this?

He is proficient in more than a dozen boxing techniques, including the Five Elements, Eight Extremes, Xingyi, and Tongbei. This punch is in line with the Dragon Roar Iron Cloth Shirt, Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover, and the only attacking artistic conception he has comprehended, the Tiger Cannon Fist. The Tiger Cannon Fist has the highest attack power among the boxing techniques he has learned, and with the blessing of artistic conception, the attack power of this punch exceeds ten thousand pounds.

Seeing Chang Biao's punch coming, his intuition told him that this punch was not simple, so he did not hesitate and used his artistic conception to throw another Tiger Cannon Fist, punch against punch.

The moment the two fists touched, a strong wind blew up, and the waste on the counter under their feet was pushed away. The two men retreated to release the force. They seemed to be evenly matched, but Chang Wei actually retreated half a step more. His body was not as strong as his, so he needed to release the force.

Yang Zhuluan's feet shook and he jumped up. In order to end the battle quickly, he used his artistic conception to empower himself. He punched Chang Wei's temple with a green light like a cannonball.

Chang Wei remained calm in the face of danger, and used a trick, pretending to be unable to react, and slightly turned his head to avoid the fist when it approached. At the same time, he kicked Yang Zhuluan's chin with a rising dragon kick, which was the advantage of long legs.

Yang Zhuluan was experienced in combat and had strong adaptability. He simply blocked with his left arm, used the force to leap back and kicked sideways in the air.

Chang Wei had planned well, so he would not allow Yang Zhuluan to retreat. He turned around to avoid the side kick, and took advantage of the opportunity when Yang Zhuluan was suspended in the air and had no place to gain leverage, and quickly rushed forward. His left and right fists kept interlacing, and a series of fists fell, as fast as shooting stars, and only a burst of fist shadows could be seen.

He directly knocked Yang Zhuluan from mid-air to the ground.

The moment Yang Zhuluan landed, he slapped the ground with one hand and retreated rapidly.

Chang Wei was secretly amazed. This guy's defense was indeed high. He could withstand attacks of over 10,000, and could also withstand quick punches that attacked continuously. Although his quick punches lacked power, his internal strength plus the power of inch strength meant that each punch had two or three tons of attack power. He was still unscathed after more than ten punches.

This Dragon Roar Iron Shirt and Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover are indeed good things. I was too arrogant today, and I am bound to have a tough battle.

He was amazed in his heart, but his body was not idle. He swept with a kick, and then kicked straight, and Yang Zhuluan was kicked into the shop again. Dust flew up and the wall collapsed.

"Huff~Huff~..." Yang Zhuluan walked out again panting. After taking a deep breath, he pounced over like a tiger. His momentum was high and his artistic conception brought him a punch like a tiger's roar.

Chang Wei also took a deep breath, but did not fight hard. He used the skills of Youlong Baguazhang to move quickly, avoid heavy punches, and kept attacking Yang Zhuluan.

When moving forward, backward, and flexibly, every step is a half-step punch.

Yang Zhuluan was annoyed. His opponent changed his fighting style like a loach, and his speed was too fast to attack. Although he couldn't break through the defense, every punch hurt him, and his internal organs were also shaken. If he delayed for a while, he would probably suffer internal injuries.

Since you don't want to confront me head-on, I'm going to confront you head-on.

He changed his fists into claws and used a grappling technique. He grabbed Chang Wei's arm with his backhand, lifted it up suddenly, and then gave a sweeping kick.

Chang Wei's arm shook with internal strength and he retracted his arm, but the kick had already reached in front of him. He quickly crossed his hands and took the kick, but was knocked back. The force was removed from the ground under his feet and the floor shattered.

"Ah~" Yang Zhuluan took advantage of Chang Wei's unstable body and delivered a powerful punch straight to his temple.

Lai Fu's voice suddenly reminded him in his mind. "Are you stupid? You haven't realized for a long time that his single-point defense can only block an attack of over 10,000 in half a second. If you use all your strength to attack continuously during this period, it will be broken in an instant."

Chang Wei was speechless. He was despised by Lai Fu. He really didn't realize it. He just wanted to break the surface with a point, but he used quick punches and continuous attacks to break the defense, and the attack area was large.

It's too late, but it's soon.

After a brief exchange of words, Chang Wei looked at Yang Zhuluan's fist flying towards him and getting closer and closer, and he already knew what to do.

The body must be like a bow under the feet, and the unreleased force is transferred and utilized with the help of the waist. The arms are bent, and the fists are transformed into palms with four fingers together, like sharp arrows. The whole body's internal strength bursts out with all its strength, and with the power of the counterattack, the three consecutive inch-force attacks hit Yang Zhuluan's chest in a straight line.

Due to the height difference, Chang Wei's arms are longer than Yang Zhuluan's, and when his hands are spread out, they are ten centimeters longer than his fists.

An inch longer is an inch stronger. The last one to strike is the first to arrive. He strikes with his fingertips, his knuckles, and his fists. In an instant, he can launch more than ten thousand attacks three times in a row.

The powerful attack instantly broke Yang Zhuluan's iron sternum, and then his internal organs were shattered.

Yang Zhuluan paused, then threw a powerful punch with all his strength, which finally landed on Chang Wei's head, like a tickle.

"Uh uh..." Yang Zhuluan spat out blood, his eyes full of astonishment, unable to believe how his defense was suddenly broken. With his high defense, he could take it without any damage, and on the contrary, he could severely injure the opponent, so he didn't even think about defense.

The thought flashed through his mind, his eyes became unfocused, and his body fell to the ground with a bang.

"Huh~" Chang Wei breathed a sigh of relief, it was finally over.

Today he was too arrogant. His strength was indeed not inferior to that of an ordinary master, but the premise was that the opponent was not trained to focus on defense. He had always been playing a crushing game and had never encountered a real master. He was relatively inexperienced in combat and lacked insight. Otherwise, he would not have failed to discover Yang Zhuluan's weakness for a long time, and finally relied on Lai Fu to remind him.

"Honey, are you okay?" Bai Yuechang rushed over worriedly and looked at the bruise left by the punch on his chest.

"Don't worry, your husband is very capable." Chang Wei smiled slightly, took her in his arms and patted her shoulder.

Zhang Shaozu and the guards looked at Chang Wei with awe and admiration in their eyes, and shouted in unison, "Boss, great."

Chang Wei beckoned Zhang Shaozu over. "Block the news and clean up the scene. Send someone to inform Ke Wanchang and the others that we will go out to fight the general later."

Tiangan Yang Zhuluan is dead, Dizhi won't run away if he doesn't know. Doujiang Tiangan is not here, so he will definitely take action. Kill him to prevent trouble later. At the same time, let Ke Wanchang and others pay a price, otherwise it will be too easy for them.

"Yes, boss!" Zhang Shaozu waved his hand and sent someone to notify, and asked the security guards to put Yang Zhuluan's body into a bag and carry it away, and took people to clean up Yang's shop.

"Yuechang, I'll take you treasure hunting." Chang Wei took Bai Yuechang's hand and walked into the shop.

"Honey, what treasure can we find in here?" Bai Yuechang blinked with curiosity.

"Yang Zhuluan's ultimate goal in stirring up trouble is to make money! He killed so many bosses, how could he not plunder? This is the place he feels safest, and the good things must be here." Chang Wei took Bai Yuechang straight to the house in the back. In fact, what he was most interested in were the Dragon Roar Iron Shirt and Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover.

A thick health bar is the key, and only when you are alive will you have a chance of everything.

The layout of the houses on the first floor of the walled city is that there are shops in the front and connected houses in the back.

The building and the ground are cast, so it is not easy to dig. Of course, if you take the trouble to dig a small hole, you can store some small things. However, the only place to store a lot of money is the basement, which is unique to the residents on the first floor.

Sure enough, when they arrived at the basement under the bedroom, they found boxes of gold and banknotes piled up.

Gold includes all kinds of gold ornaments, such as gold Buddha, gold bracelets, etc. But the most common ones are gold fortune-attracting ornaments, zodiac fortune trees, etc. This is also a feature of Hong Kong, which pays great attention to Feng Shui.

Chang Wei felt happy in his heart. Yang Zhuluan was quite vulgar. There was nothing but gold and banknotes at the scene, without even a trace of impurities.

Bai Yuechang covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Wow, honey, so much gold!"

Who wouldn’t be happy to pick up so much money for free?

Chang Wei waved his hand and put the gold and boxes of banknotes in front of him into his personal space, and joked, "I'll have someone melt it down and make you a bed, but this amount of gold seems to be only enough for a single bed, it's a bit too little."

I roughly estimated that there were two to three tons of gold and more than 100 million yuan in banknotes. These should be the money that Yang Zhuluan's killer group has earned over the years, plus the money accumulated from the recent robberies of so many old people.

However, I didn’t find the Dragon Roar Iron Shirt and Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover I was looking for.

Since so much money is left here, the martial arts should also be left at home, unless the kung fu secrets are memorized by Yang Zhuluan.

"Thank you, husband." Bai Yuechang hugged Chang Wei's arm and laughed. "But forget about the bed. It's so hard that it attracts thieves. It's so troublesome to have someone guard it every day."

Chang Wei laughed and looked around the basement which was less than ten square meters, but he did not find any secret compartment.

His intuition told him that this Dragon Roar Iron Shirt Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover was definitely a good thing, at least there was a master's introduction, or a method of cultivation. As long as he could find a way for Lai Fu to deduce it, the result would definitely be better than any other kung fu he had.

He let go of Bai Yuechang's hand and began to grope around in the basement and knock on the walls, trying to find a secret compartment or something.

Bai Yuechang asked curiously. "Husband, what are you looking for?"

Chang Wei answered without hiding anything. "Look for a hidden compartment. Yang Zhuluan's Kung Fu should be very powerful. I feel like he just hasn't mastered it yet."

Bai Yuechang hurriedly followed him when she heard this. She knew Chang Wei and he didn't have any hobbies except martial arts. Of course, if philanthropy could be considered a hobby, then it could be considered one.

But after a careful search, they still found nothing.

Not finding it, Chang Wei didn't force it and took Bai Yuechang out of the basement.

As the saying goes, if I get it, I'm lucky, if I lose it, it's my fate. Since I know that there is a sect, there must be a way to get the skills.

As soon as he came out of the basement, he happened to see a Bible on the bedside table, which was placed in a convenient position for reading. He thought that Yang Zhuluan, a warrior, should be an atheist, so why did he believe in this stuff?

He walked over and picked it up and flipped through it. When he turned a third of the way, he saw a hole in the Bible. He suddenly saw a tattered booklet filling the hole, with the words "Dragon Roar Iron Shirt Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover" written on it.

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