That iron fist was not big, but Xiang Yangkai, as the target of the locked, was the first to feel how much power it contained.

It was so huge that he couldn't even raise the slightest courage to resist.

In an instant, the iron fist fell, smashing on Xiang Yangkai's face, making a muffled sound, and this centurion who lived extremely carefully was killed in such a hurry.

After smashing Xiang Yangkai to death with one punch, the owner of the iron fist did not hesitate at all, turned around and rushed into the crowd.

Just like many days in the past, when he repeatedly punched in front of the stake in the greedy wolf courtyard, the young man's state of mind at this time was as calm as water, and at this moment, in his world, there were only two actions left: punching and closing the fist.

The so-called road is simple, and the most profound boxing technique in the world is nothing more than this, and millions of punches and retractions in more than ten years have made him already familiar with this action.

Every time he punches, there will be a soldier of the Western Jin Dynasty who falls to the ground unconscious, and every time he closes his fist, the back of his arm and elbow will kill a soldier, so that in a short period of time, a team of 100 people has been killed by him.

Everyone finally noticed this guy.

"Who is coming, who dares to go against my iron army of the Western Jin Dynasty, is it because he dislikes his life is too long?" Seeing that the centurion Xiang Yangkai had died tragically in place, the deputy general naturally took over the burden of the entire team, he looked at the invincible young man who was killing towards his side, and shouted hysterically: "Let go of those guys from Yue Guo for the time being, come over and kill this kid together!"

After a period of fighting, the Western Jin Dynasty's hundred-person team, there are only more than 40 people left, even the centurion Xiang Yangkai, all died tragically in the hands of the enemy, the deputy general's face was extremely pale, the main general was martyred, and the team lost so many brothers, in case of blame, he will definitely not be able to escape the involvement, for today's plan, only by bringing back all the dozen or so soldiers of the Yue Kingdom, or killing this boxing boy, can he atone for his crimes, in exchange for a chance to breathe.

The enemies all surrounded the boxing boy, and the pressure of Zhao Guoteng and the others instantly decreased a lot, and Tang Houning's body instantly weakened, and he fell to the ground.

"Dog thief leave!" Zhao Guoteng roared, seeing that the enemy had rushed towards the young man who had helped him and others a lot, he raised his long knife again, ready to rush forward to do his last part.

But his injuries were too serious, the white flesh on his right leg was rolling, and even the white bones of Sen Ran could be faintly seen, and before he could get up and run far, he had stumbled and fell to the ground.

He looked helplessly and desperately at the encirclement not far away, and roared hoarsely: "What's the matter, come to Lao Tzu!"

He lost consciousness in an instant.

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When he woke up, it was dusk. All of the brothers were badly wounded, and their wounds were covered in herbs, and they looked extremely miserable.

A sharp pain came from his legs, from his waist, and from his back from his arms, making Zhao Guoteng sweat in pain, but he didn't complain or sigh, because he and his brothers still survived with difficulty in such a big predicament.

What does this skin injury mean compared to life and death?

It's just that what about the young man who saved himself and the others? Zhao Guoteng hurriedly got up with difficulty and walked towards the bank of the clear stream.

He was stunned by what he saw.

Hundreds of Vietnamese corpses were piled up on the banks of the clear stream, and most importantly, there were no wounds or too much blood on them.

In other words, the young man didn't use any weapons, and directly killed a team of nearly 100 people with his fists!

Zhao Guoteng gasped, it was difficult to hide the shock in his heart, he had lived in a barren mountain village since he was a child, and he had never seen a legendary cultivator, but in the mouths of the old people, he knew that there were many capable people in this world who could call the wind and rain to defeat ten thousand, could it be that he was lucky to meet one today?

"My name is Zhan Muhong. Just when Zhao Guoteng was shocked and speechless, a teenager walked by the bank of Qingxi.

He is the war machine of the Greedy Wolf Courtyard, Zhan Muhong who travels alone for thousands of miles.

Zhao Guoteng knelt down on one knee and said gratefully: "Zhao Guoteng, the vanguard of the Great Yue Kingdom, thank you Brother Zhan for saving your life!"

"Don't thank me. Zhan Muhong smiled and said, "I have observed you for a long time, and I appreciate the courage you showed during the battle. ”

"Follow me, I will take you back to your hometown. He looked at Zhao Guoteng with a smile and added very seriously.

It is brave not to be timid in battle, it is righteousness to carry brothers together, it is benevolence to cover wounded soldiers, it is for faith to think about sharing one's worries before fainting on the ground, and it is a courtesy to kneel on one knee. There are not many people in this world who are so benevolent, righteous, courteous, wise and faithful.

He remembered the mutual deceit between the cultivators and the people in power, and his heart was filled with a deep sense of disgust. Those big people who look down on the infinite scenery of the world are sometimes really not as good as an ordinary soldier.

So he selected the squad of Zhao Guoteng and defeated the soldiers of the Western Jin Dynasty for them.

His name is Zhan Muhong, he is the pride of heaven in the Greedy Wolf Courtyard, and he has always been alone.

But that doesn't mean he really likes to do everything alone.

That's too tiring.

"Guoteng's life was saved by Brother Zhan, and the lives of Guoteng's brothers were also saved by Brother Zhan. Only Brother Zhan is the first to look forward!"

The corners of Zhao Guoteng's mouth showed a trace of joy that could not be concealed, the young man in front of him was not an idle person at first glance, and he also had the grace to save his life for himself and others, not to mention making meritorious contributions, at least it would not be a problem to walk out of this reckless mountain range alive!

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The drunkard who rode the little black donkey with a wooden sword and Brother Lu walked all the way to the east, and when the wine in the gourd was drunk, he went to the restaurant to fill it up, but this person was also strange, he never gave silver money for drinking, if the store was pressing, he would put the little black donkey down to the wine money, but there were more than a dozen cities along the way, but there had never been a building that could trap this little black donkey, and when the drunk came to the next city, there would be that familiar black shadow around him.

It may be that the news between the city and the city is too closed, or it may be that the speed of the drunk is too fast, this drink does not matter, it actually made him drink all the way to the outside of Yingtian City, and he has even seen the shadow of the carrier restaurant faintly, and there is no notoriety that he drinks and does not give money.

When he came to the outside of Yingtian City, he put away the wine gourd on his waist and tied his hair behind him, revealing a face that he had never shown all the way.

What is seriously inconsistent with his temperament is that this face is still somewhat good-looking.