Qi Bing already hated Zhao Quan to the core, and he couldn't wait to break Zhao Quan's body into pieces.

Twelve million is not a small amount, not to mention everyone, at least in the eyes of the vast majority of people.

Especially in the eyes of a money-greedy person like Qi Bing, 12 million is enough to do a lot of things.

Although the cart of wine was given by Qi Bing, he didn't know the value of that cart of wine.

Let Qi Bing pay this 12 million, how can he be willing?

"Is there something wrong with your mouth?" Zhao Quan asked towards Qi Bing.

"No, it's your ear that has a problem, you beat me, and my Qi soldiers can let others beat me for nothing?" Qi Bing sneered at Zhao Quan.

It seems that this Qi soldier is determined to bully others.

"Boy, for your brainless behavior in Zhaojia Village today, as long as you kneel down and apologize to me now, I can ignore you. Song Jiawang said to Zhao Quan.

Zhao Quan put down his chopsticks and said, "Otherwise, you two kneel down here and kowtow to me and Mr. Liu three times, and I will go out for you for 12 million." ”

Zhao Quan was sure that Qi Bing and Song Jiawang would not kneel down to apologize, so he said such a sentence to make his position clear, and it was also to provoke the two.

Let Zhao Quan kneel down and apologize? Or to the two old men, how is it possible?

Liu Zhengqing also knew at this time that these two people were local snakes, and his power was not in Ningjiang County.

If these two people don't admit it, he really has nothing to do with them.

"Originally, I wanted to give you a chance, I think you are toasting and not eating and drinking!" Song Jiawang was immediately furious, and a momentum exploded in an instant.

"Mr. Liu, I know that you are from the provincial city, and this wine originally belonged to this kid, so you shouldn't come out to be this bird. To put it mildly, Mr. Liu, in Ningjiang County, no matter who wants to go against us, he can't get good fruit to eat. Song Jiawang said to Liu Zhengqing.

Song Jiawang should have investigated Liu Zhengqing, and it can be seen that he is mainly targeting Zhao Quan today.

The reason why Liu Zhengqing was called over was nothing more than to kill the chicken to show the monkey.

"I bought this batch of goods, and I deserve to claim it. Liu Zhengqing said.

"Okay, then I'll show you today, what will happen if you go against me!"

Song Jiawang was furious, slapped on the table, and after shouting, he raised his hand and punched Zhao Quan.

Zhao Quan didn't move, and his eyes immediately moved to Song Jiawang's side, revealing a hint of sharpness.

"If you want to move my whole brother, first step over my corpse!"

Zhao Tiezhu is not a loss to be called the second pillar by Zhao Quan, he is really not afraid of heaven and earth.

Zhao Tiezhu got up directly, and he actually reached out and grabbed Song Jiawang's wrist.

Seeing Song Jiawang being subdued by himself, Zhao Tiezhu felt a trace of pride in his heart.

Song Jiawang's gaze slowly moved to Zhao's whole body, as if he was about to erupt into flames.

"What kind of beep thing is this? How can a thing dare to jump in front of me?" Song Jiawang said unpleasantly.

At this time, Zhao Tiezhu's other hand had already been raised.

"Teach you to be reasonable!" After speaking, Zhao Tiezhu punched up.

Song Jiawang showed a trace of disdain on his face, and his other hand had already swung out with a punch.

Although Song Jiawang made a move, his speed was much faster than Zhao Tiezhu.

"Poof"

Song Jiawang slammed his fist into Zhao Tiezhu's chest, and saw Zhao Tiezhu's face distort instantly.

At the same time, Zhao Tiezhu was directly beaten by Song Jiawang's punch, hit the wall behind him hard, and slid to the ground, spitting out a burst of blood from his mouth.

Zhao Quan's expression began to become solemn, it turned out that this Song Jiawang was going to pretend to be his grandson in Zhaojia Village today.

In fact, this Song Jiawang has two hands, and his punch is definitely not a force that ordinary people can exert.

This Song Jiawang is actually a practitioner.

didn't do anything in Zhaojia Village, but waited until now, this is to prepare to kill Zhao Quan.

"I don't know what is dead or alive, there are few people who dare to do it with me in Ningjiang. Song Jiawang said in a deep voice.

Song Jiawang moved his gaze to Zhao Quan's face and locked on Zhao Quan.

Zhao Quan looked at Zhao Tiezhu, then at Song Jiawang, then raised his hand and pointed at himself, and said, "Turn, it's my turn?"

"Hey, boy, don't you have a lot of energy? I'm curious if you're the big guy, or I'm the big guy. Song Jiawang had a cold face.

Song Jiawang shouted, and at the same time raised his hand and smashed it towards Zhao Quan.

The force he used this time was greater than the force he had just hit Zhao Tiezhu.

This is obviously trying to abolish Zhao Quan with one punch.

Zhao Quan quickly mobilized his aura, and at this time, Song Jiawang's movements in front of him seemed to be much slower.

Zhao Quan raised his hand, and in the next moment, Zhao Quan's palm actually grabbed Song Jiawang's fist directly.

Seeing this, the Qi soldiers on the side immediately stood up in shock.

Song Jiawang is a practitioner, in the eyes of Qi Bing, Song Jiawang's hard qigong is simply an invincible existence, and he is invincible all over Ningjiang.

That's why Qi Bing spent a lot of money to hire Song Jiawang, a security section chief, with an annual salary of millions of dollars, and also allocated him a house and a car.

This punch is not simple, Zhao Quan just caught the fist for a moment, and the next moment there was an extremely powerful dark energy in Zhao Quan's palm, which directly threw Zhao Quanzhen backwards and fell to the wall.

"Haha, hahahaha, boy, our accounts will be settled together today!" Qi Bing was immediately happy when he saw this.

This Zhao Quan is really Song Jiawang's opponent.

After all, one is a practitioner, and the other is just a peasant with some brute strength.

Although Zhao Quan had never fought with a practitioner, the dark energy coming from Song Jiawang's fist seemed to make Zhao Quan realize something.

Although this punch shook Zhao Quan hard with its strength, it also knocked Zhao Quan back and hit the wall.

However, his strength could not break the defense of the aura in Zhao Quan's body at all.

In other words, Song Jiawang's dark energy and Zhao Quan's aura are not at the same level.

Ever since he was able to cultivate, Zhao Quan had often studied things related to cultivation.

Just because you can cultivate in this world doesn't mean that others can't cultivate.

The basic energy that sustains life activities is qi, and many ancient books of the pre-Qin period refer to qi as qi.

Although Yuan Qi is only a philosophical concept in ancient China, many things are lost nowadays, and the things studied by the ancestors do not necessarily do not exist.

The ten thousand spirits that Zhao Quan cultivated were definitely like this, and so was Qi.

Since Qi is the basic energy that sustains life activities, the form of this basic energy is Jin.

Every movement you make, even blinking, requires force.

When one practices one's strength to a certain extent, one can produce dark energy, and if one can freely control all the energy in one's body, that is to say, one can feel the real Qi.

When Qi is practiced to a certain level, it will be able to transform into a god, and once the spirit reaches a certain realm, it can be feathered and soared.

The aura cultivated by Zhao Quan comes from heaven and earth, from the Yuan Shen, and is not a grade of existence with Qi.

Therefore, Zhao Quan can endow medicinal herbs with spiritual power and repair people's damaged bodies.

When Zhao Quan used to look through some ancient books, he always felt that the ancestors were pulling calves.

But judging from the means used by Song Jiawang, Qi is a real existence.

It's just that this Song Jiawang is not a bull fork character, he can just play some dark energy, and he is still far from the level of practicing Qi.

However, this punch Zhao Quan did not suffer in vain, which made Zhao Quan understand these problems.

"Hey, boy, were you stupid by a punch?" Song Jiawang smiled as he withdrew his fist.

Zhao Quan was indeed stunned now, and his recent cultivation progress was not slow.

If it was before, even if Zhao Quan mobilized the aura of his whole body to resist this punch, he would feel pain.

So Zhao Quan knew that this Song Jiawang's strength was not strong enough.

Of course, Song Jiawang dealt with ordinary people, even if he was physically strong, he could knock him down with one punch, and the strong Zhao Tiezhu was an example.

Zhao Quan took a step forward, flicked the corner of his coat casually, and said, "Your secret strength is only at the level of a three-year-old child, and you dare to show it off in front of me?"

Hearing Zhao Quan's words, Song Jiawang was immediately stunned.

This kid actually knew that he had just used his dark strength, and the punch just now was very strong, but he was still fine.

Could it be that he is also a practitioner?

At this time, Song Jiawang felt that the young little farmer in front of him was a little unfathomable.

No wonder he was able to press himself to the ground with one hand during the day and couldn't get up.

"Lao Tzu started practicing at the age of three, and now he has been practicing for twenty-three years, just by you, Lao Tzu's one hand is enough!"

Song Jiawang shouted loudly, mustered up his strength, raised his hand and punched Zhao Quan.

Zhao Quan didn't dodge at all, and at the same time raised his hand, the aura was transported to his fist, and a very casual punch was taken towards Song Jiawang's hand.

The two fists collided together in an instant, and Song Jiawang only felt that he was hitting an extremely strong and domineering force, which was countless times stronger than himself.

Of course, Song Jiawang can only understand that Qin Chuan's fist contains Qi, and he doesn't know that above Qi, the real aura is aura.

At this moment, Song Jiawang was directly bounced out, almost hitting the ceiling, and after sliding to the ground against the wall, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Song Jiawang hugged his fist and howled miserably.

The hand bone of Song Jiawang's right hand was directly shattered by Zhao Quan's punch.

This Song Jiawang is also worthy of a hard bone, and after screaming, he suppressed his emotions.

"You...... Are you a grandmaster?" Song Jiawang gritted his teeth and spit out such a sentence with difficulty.

"What kind of grandmaster is not a grandmaster, it only takes one punch to fight you, and one more punch will count me as losing. Zhao Quan sneered.

Song Jiawang's right little hand bones were all shattered, and he had lost his combat effectiveness.