I am not a good person

Just two steps away, a person suddenly stood in front of him: "Zenian?"

Zhao Zenian raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Yueyi, why are you here?"

Feng Yueyi smiled and said: "You said, of course it's for detoxification. I'm in a hurry to go to the doctor. When I saw the medical center, my leg, I couldn't help but walk in!"

Zhao Zenian was amused by his words, and asked, "What did the doctor say?"

Feng Yueyi turned around and walked out the door: "It's the same, everyone says I'm doomed."

Zhao Zenian nodded, glanced into the distance, and said, "Yueyi, I have something to do now, so I have to leave quickly, let's see each other again."

Feng Yueyi smiled: "I heard that there are many interesting places in Longdong Village. I will stay here for a while. If you are free, you can come and find me."

Zhao Zenian agreed without hesitation, hurriedly squeezed into the busy traffic, asked a few people, and only then did he know that Pu Ze was in the ring.

He chased after him, and when he looked around, the handsome and vigorous person standing on the ring was not Pu Ze!

He wore a blue robe with four slits on the front, back, left, and right sides, and a dark brown waistcoat with a stand-up collar and double-breasted collar, and a small inconspicuous sachet hanging from his waist.

Although there is some joy in the braids, but the arrogance, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a young man who ran out of someone's family, and the whole is arrogant and domineering!

When he came to the arena, as he expected, Pu Ze's attack was very cruel, and within half a cup of tea, he kicked five people off the arena. Those five people either had their limbs dislocated, or his fingers were broken, and their noses and faces were bruised. !

The people watching in the audience were discussing, wondering whose child this is, how can he be so vicious at such a young age!

Pu Ze, who was standing on the stage, saw Zhao Zenian appearing in the audience, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When Zhao Zenian saw him, he felt bad: what does this guy want to do?

This time it was a middle-aged man who took the stage, and he ostentatiously threatened the audience, saying that he would teach this boy a lesson.

Pu Ze listened, snorted lightly, put on a fighting posture, and frivolously waved his right hand: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!"

This middle-aged man's kung fu is not bad, and it took quite a while to go back and forth with Pu Ze.

While slapping, Pu Ze glanced behind the man, and then smiled.

Zhao Zenian knew him a little bit, but his intuition was not right. Following his line of sight, the edge of the table was behind the middle-aged man. There was originally a row of wooden poles inserted there, but two wooden poles were broken due to the fight. .

Zhao Zenian narrowed his eyes, he knew what Pu Ze wanted to do.

Pu Ze easily dealt with the middle-aged man's attack. Taking advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness, he suddenly lowered his head and leaned forward. At the same time, he kicked a sharp kick on the middle-aged man's waist.

The middle-aged man stood up in response, his body swept across the air in an arc, he didn't know anything yet, but the people in the audience could see clearly that the place where he landed was the two broken wooden poles on the side of the stage.

If a middle-aged person falls like this, his body will definitely be pierced by the wooden pole!

There were screams one after another, and some even turned their backs directly, not having the guts to look any further.

Pu Ze stood proudly on the other side of the ring, complacently waiting for the development of the situation.

Zhao Zenian shook his head, jumped out of the crowd with his feet, and stepped on the edge of the ring twice. Before the middle-aged man was killed, he reached out and grabbed his clothes and led him off the stage.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then clapped their hands and applauded, and some urged Zhao Zenian to go up and teach Pu Ze a lesson.

The middle-aged man came to his senses, only to realize that he almost met Lord Yan just now, and quickly thanked Zhao Zenian for saving his life.

Zhao Zenian waved his hands with a smile, and turned his head to stare at Pu Ze.

Pu Ze also stared back fiercely, and shouted arrogantly to the audience: "There are still people, I won if there is no one!"

The sign on the side of the arena clearly stated that the winner in the end will get 1000 taels of silver.

Of course Pu Ze wouldn't care about this little bit of money, but there must be a brave man under a heavy reward, so another person jumped into the ring.

Pu Ze repeated his old trick and threw the man to the broken wooden pole. Zhao Zenian had to use his skills again to save the man.

After doing this three times, Zhao Zenian angrily pushed all the wooden poles beside the stage to the ground, with a look of "I want to see what you do next".

Pu Ze smiled lightly, and hooked his fingers off the stage: "One person is not strong enough, whoever wants to come up, you can come up together! If I win, the money is mine, and if you win, share the money equally , no one can suffer!"

The people at the bottom had long been disgusted with him. When they heard that many people could go up, they predicted that this kid would be outnumbered and would definitely lose.

At that time, not only will everyone be able to share the money equally, but they can also teach this kid a lesson.

With this thought in mind, twelve people went up at once.

Pu Ze still didn't pay attention to him, he tossed his braids, and swayed his body wantonly: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go together, I'll throw you all down one by one, my lord! "

One person couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "Don't be arrogant, kid, we will beat you down in a while, and make you kneel down and call us uncle!"

After finishing speaking, the other 11 people all laughed.

Some people in the audience also laughed, and some were curious about the result of the competition.

Pu Ze didn't care about those people, he just pointed at Zhao Zenian in the audience, and said coldly: "If you have the ability, save them all, otherwise they will definitely die in my hands!"

Zhao Zenian's expression turned ugly immediately, this kid is addicted to playing!

In this fight, Pu Ze played chaotically, his moves were not standard, his strength was uneven, he only wanted to hurt people.

He only used skills when throwing people off the stage: every time he restrained a person, he made that person's head fall down, and then kicked the person down.

The result of this is that the person falls into the ring which is more than one meter high. Because of his head down and his excessive force, he will inevitably hit his head and bleed.The mild ones were injured and unconscious, while the severe ones had their brains burst and died.

As soon as Zhao Zenian reached out to catch one, Pu Ze knocked down the second one, and hurriedly went to catch the second one, like the King of Hades scrambling for his life, catching him non-stop and nimbly, One by one, they landed safely on the ground.

Connecting twelve people non-stop, even with Zhao Zenian's skill, he had to take a breather.

Pu Ze was very upset when he didn't get the result he wanted: "Don't meddle in your own business, okay?"

Zhao Zenian warned him coldly: "Have you played enough?"

Pu Ze rolled his eyes and looked at the sky, deliberately ignoring him.

The person who set up the ring saw that no one was on the stage again, so he offered 1000 taels of silver.

Pu Ze stretched out his hand to catch it, but Zhao Zenian jumped onto the ring and took the silver tray first.

Pu Ze was slightly taken aback, did not speak, and did not make the next move.

Zhao Zenian walked to the side of the stage with a tray and said loudly: "Anyone who was injured by my brother just now can come and collect money, and I have the right to treat the wounded!"

Everyone was stunned.

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Zhao Zenian put the tray on the ground beside the stage, grabbed Pu Ze's clothes, and forcefully dragged him off the stage.

Pu Ze struggled like a live fish caught in the net, screaming loudly: "Let me go, let me go!"

Zhao Zenian withdrew his hand, and was about to speak to him, when he saw a few people in different clothes walking towards this side, the leader was not ordinary people at first glance.

With Taoist hair combed, he wears a fine straight gown with a dark red belt. The left half of the robe is embroidered with a white unicorn on a gray background, and the right half is a gray unicorn embroidered on a white background. Even the hemming of the clothes is relatively white on the left and gray on the right. Walking step by step, revealing the black trouser legs, on the feet are a pair of dark red short boots embroidered with black patterns.

This person applauded and looked at them with a smile, his face was full of admiration, and the people behind him looked around, and they were all ordinary people.

Zhao Zenian saw his face clearly, and his heart moved.

When Pu Ze heard the applause, he turned his head and said in an aggressive tone, "Who are you?"

Before the person in charge could speak, the person behind him yelled first: "Little brat, how dare you disrespect our third leader?"

Pu Ze stared: "The third master, what third master? The third master in the pig pen, or the third master in the cow pen?"

"you!"

The leader gave a wink, and the person who spoke just now backed away. He turned his head and said, "There is a Beifeng Village near Longdong Village. I wonder if you two have heard of it?"

Zhao Zenian smiled: "Although we are newcomers, we have already heard the reputation of Beifeng Village in the Jianghu. It is said that the area around Longdong Village is hundreds of miles away, and it is the sphere of influence of Beifeng Village. Your Excellency, is it the third head of Beifeng Village? "

"Yes, I am Su Jie."

Zhao Zenian immediately bowed his hands in return: "I have admired your name for a long time."

Su Jie said with a smile: "Just now I saw with my own eyes that Brother Ling is good at martial arts, and the young master is not weak as an elder brother. It is really admirable!"

Zhao Zenian smiled wryly from the bottom of his heart: "If my younger brother doesn't cause trouble or cause disaster, I'm going to burn incense and worship Buddha, and say Amitabha!"

Su Jie didn't take it seriously: "Brother, what you said is wrong. Only with ability can you protect yourself and not be bullied by others. If you have such a strong ability, brother, you should rest assured."

Zhao Zenian glanced at the corners of his eyes: "I'm afraid that he will bully those who are inferior to him because of his good martial arts."

Pu Ze stood aside, very dissatisfied with what he heard: "In your eyes, am I the kind of ignorant person who bullies others without distinction?"

Zhao Zenian asked back, "Isn't it?"

Pu Ze held his breath and wanted to fight back, but he couldn't think of suitable and powerful words, so he turned his head angrily, making it clear that he didn't want to talk to anyone.

Seeing the interaction between the two brothers, Su Jie had some calculations in his mind, and said with a smile: "I just heard that you two are newcomers, so you must not be familiar with this area, right? If you don't dislike Su's hospitality, why don't you sit in the village?" Sit down?"

Zhao Zenian hesitated: "This...isn't that good?"

"Hey, what's wrong with that? What Su admires most are people with high martial arts skills, and he always likes to make friends with people in the world. If you two refuse, then you will look down on me!"