Chapter 37: Three Palms!
Jiang Zhen found that the old man's body contained a mass of toxin, which was several times stronger than the poison in his own body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
If the toxin in his body is a star, then the toxin in the old man's body is Haoyue.
"Who are you to dare to say that about my father." Ye Kuang suddenly reluctant, clenched his fist with one hand, and went towards the battle madness.
The war madness stood in place, raised his head, and a trace of real murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and in an instant, Ye Kuang stood in place, a trace of cold sweat overflowing from his forehead.
"Ye Lang, don't come out soon!" It was like the sound of a stormy sea, resounding throughout Tempest City.
The True Fire Tavern, which had been silent, the old woman raised her head and walked to the place where the voice came.
After twenty years away, he returned.
The True Fire Tavern has been out of business for twenty years because of him, and now, he's back.
In the City Lord's Mansion, a burly middle-aged man armed with a spear was fighting with a strong man.
When this voice sounded, the spear in the middle-aged man's hand trembled, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He came back, twenty years later, he came back.
This middle-aged man is none other than Ye Lang, the city lord of Tempest City!
Originally, Ye Lang thought that he would not come back, but now, he has returned.
Battle madness, the previous city lord of Tempest City, his strength has already reached the fifth level of the Martial King, and he is stepping on the realm of the Martial Emperor.
This voice sounded, and Tempest City suddenly surged.
The old city lord who had been away for twenty years has returned, and he is even older and more energetic than when he left, and he is in the twilight.
"Old friend, since you're here, why don't you come out?" The war maniac sighed, looked at the sky, and said slowly.
High in the sky, there is nothing but a crow.
Jiang Zhen raised his head and looked at the ink crow, only to see that the ink crow had differentiated into many small crows, and then changed into a human appearance.
After this ink crow, Jiang Zhen saw the old woman in the tavern also slowly walking over.
Both of them are the heads of the True Fire Tavern, and the old woman's name is Qingman, and she is also a demon clan.
The two demon clans, under the protection of the True Fire Tribe, became the heads of the True Fire Tavern, and it is conceivable how powerful this True Fire Tribe is.
Jiang Zhen looked at the middle-aged woman and the ink crow, and there was a hint of flatness in his eyes.
When Ye Kuang, who was on the side, saw this scene, the whole person was stunned.
There is actually a demon clan in Tempest City, and the strength is still so strong.
"Qingman, ink crow, you are here too." A somewhat tyrannical voice sounded, and I saw a middle-aged man carrying a spear on his back, slowly walking towards the war maniac.
There was a hint of admiration in his eyes, and he looked at the war maniac with some respect.
This is his benefactor and his teacher on his spiritual path.
"General, you're back." Ye Lang stood in front of the war maniac, bent down slightly, and said respectfully.
"Yes, I'm back." The war madness nodded and glanced at Jiang Zhen, "This little brother is destined for me, take him back to the City Lord's Mansion." ā
After finishing speaking, the battle madness glanced at Mo Crow and Qing Man, sighed, and then said slowly: "I don't have much time, now that the True Fire Tribe is no longer leaving the Imperial Dynasty, you should also follow your tribe." ā
Qingman and Mo Crow glanced at each other, a hint of bitterness flashing in their eyes.
They are the demon clan, and in the True Fire Tribe, those descendants have the blood of the demon clan, but their hearts are more biased towards humans, so they don't seem to follow in the footsteps of the tribe.
Their lifespan is not long, fifty years at most, and after fifty years, they will turn into a pile of loess.
"General War Maniac, we want to return to Blackwater Longze." Qingman and Mo Crow looked at the battle madness and took a deep breath.
Back then, they owed the War Maniac a favor, they promised to help the War Maniac protect Windwind City for twenty years, and now, the War Maniac has returned as promised, so they are ready to leave.
Blackwater Longze, this is their birthplace and the foundation of the True Fire Tribe.
"Go, now that the Terrans can't accommodate you, the True Fire Tribe will only make you more dangerous, and it is also a good choice to return to Blackwater Longze." The war maniac nodded, a smile in his eyes.
Qingman and Ink Crow glanced at each other, only to see that Ink Crow's body had become larger, and Qing Man sat on Ink Crow's back and left Tempest City.
The war maniac looked at the Qing Man and the ink crow who were leaving, sighed, and didn't say anything.
"Father, who are they?" Ye Kuang reacted at this time, looked at Ye Lang, and hurriedly asked.
"This is your father's teacher, your ancestor." Ye Lang looked at Ye Kuang, with a look of hatred that iron is not steel.
Although Ye Kuang is usually more squirming, he still listens to him very much, to be precise, he never tells him about anything, let him come forward.
Because of this, Ye Lang turned a blind eye to him and pretended not to know.
"Kuang'er, don't come here to meet your ancestor." Ye Lang looked at Ye Kuang, who was stunned, and said hatefully.
"No, we've seen it." The war madness looked at Ye Kuang and smiled.
"Seen it?" Ye Lang was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and didn't ask anything.
Ye Kuang also took a deep breath, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the war madman didn't say anything about the conflict that had just happened with him.
"Little brother, let's go together?" The war madman looked at Jiang Zhen and said with a smile.
Jiang Zhen shook his head, looked at the battle maniac, and said in silence: "The poison on your body is left by the Sky Swallowing Python?" ā
The war maniac's eyes were cold, and there was a hint of murderous intent exuding from his body.
There were very few people who knew that he was highly poisoned, but now Jiang Zhen could see it.
"Who are you?" The war maniac looked at Jiang Zhen, his eyes full of coldness.
Jiang Zhen ignored the battle maniac, just smiled and turned to leave.
If the war maniac doesn't believe him, why should he stay?
"Stop him." Ye Lang looked at Jiang Zhen who was leaving, his eyes were cold, he looked at the city guards who came over, and waved his hand.
Jiang Zhen's eyebrows flashed with a hint of murderous intent, in the eastern suburbs of the city, he was forced to leave, in the city of the wind, there were still people who wanted to insult him.
In his previous life, how could he have been so humiliated?
Now Jiang Zhen had a cloud of anger in his heart, his eyes swept at Ye Lang, and said word by word: "You really want to block me?" ā
In the tone, there was a hint of coldness, and the momentum was compelling.
In his previous life, Jiang was really a martial god, and although he was only a fourth-level martial artist in this life, the momentum of his long-standing position in his previous life was manifested at this time.
Originally, he thought that he was still growing, so he couldn't be sharp, but now he realized that he was wrong.
This is the same as the previous life, a world that eats people and does not spit out bones.
If you are not weak, you will be bullied, and if you are strong, it is the law.
"There are some things that you can't leave without explaining them clearly." The war maniac looked at Jiang Zhen and said flatly.
He is very optimistic about Jiang Zhen, optimistic about Jiang Zhen's heart, and optimistic about Jiang Zhen's potential.
But now, Jiang Zhen knew that he was highly poisoned, so he became suspicious of Jiang Zhen.
"I want to leave, but you can't stop me." Jiang Zhen smiled and left outside.
"Stop!" Ye Lang shouted, only to see those city guards instantly surround Jiang Zhen.
Jiang Zhen's eyes were cold, and he pulled out the long sword he was carrying, this long sword was given by Qin Feng and refined by the Iron Mother, and it was extremely hard.
"Tempest City is indeed much stronger than Eastern Suburbs City, and even the city guards are at the level of samurai." Jiang Zhen laughed, looking at these city guards with a hint of ruthlessness.
Although these people are all samurai, Jiang Zhen is not afraid of samurai, and the dozen or so people behind that group of samurai are all strong men in the martial arts realm.
Compared with the samurai, Jiang Zhen was even more afraid of the dozen or so martial artists.
A martial artist Jiang Zhen still dared to fight, but with more than a dozen martial artists together, he didn't even have the heart to resist.
"Little brother, you stay, tell me how you know that I am highly poisoned, and I will make sure you leave safely." The voice of the war madness came to Jiang Zhen's ears.
Yuan Li rumored that this was something that only the Martial Emperor could perform.
A powerhouse in the realm of the Martial Emperor, in addition to being able to fly in the air, he can also transmit sound with Yuan Li, so that others don't know what he says.
The Martial Emperor, even if it is a first-level Martial Emperor, is also the top powerhouse in the entire Black Rock County.
The county king of Blackstone County, Baili Heishi, was only a third-level martial emperor.
The third-level Martial Emperor, who can be called the king of a county, controls the entire Blackstone County, and is called the Earth Emperor of the Blackstone County.
And this war madness is also a Martial Emperor, even if it is a first-level Martial Emperor, it is impossible for Jiang Zhen to be comparable to the current one.
"Martial Emperor Realm powerhouse, it's a pity that you are highly poisoned, and your strength is not as good as one-third of your peak." Jiang Zhen smiled, his eyes full of solemnity.
Although the battle madness could not use one-third of the strength of its heyday, it was more than enough to deal with him, a fourth-level martial artist.
"Little brother, I see that you have a good heart just now, and you don't look like some treacherous person, why don't we make a bet?" The war madman looked at Jiang Zhen with a hint of cunning in his eyes.
"What bet?" Jiang Zhen also laughed.
"If you can take my three palms, you will leave safely, if you can't, then tell me how you know that I am poisoned." Battle Maniac.
Jiang Zhen was silent for a moment and nodded.
The oppression from the Martial Emperor's powerhouse was enough for him to break through the shackles of the fourth level.
He cultivated the Heavenly Witch Song, and the most difficult part of the Heavenly Witch Song was to get started, once he reached the warrior, he would be able to operate the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force in his body on his own and absorb the Yuan Qi between Heaven and Earth.
Ye Lang looked at Jiang Zhen and shook his head secretly.
Although he didn't know who Jiang Zhen was, he didn't say anything when he saw that the war maniac was so interested in Jiang Zhen.
Even if Jiang is really a demonic genius, he is still a martial artist, and he has never even reached the level of a samurai, how can he resist the attack of the war madness?
Three palms, it doesn't seem like much, but it's not a lot.
These three palms are not the three palms of a samurai or a martial artist, these three palms are the three palms from the Martial Emperor.
The city guards who originally surrounded Jiang Zhen also retreated under the command of Ye Lang, and suddenly, ten meters around, there were only Jiang Zhen and the battle maniac.
The war madness looked at Jiang Zhen and smiled: "Otherwise, you can just say it, it's not fair for me to slap you." ā
Jiang Zhen shook his head and raised his head to look at the war maniac: "If you want to know, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it." ā
After finishing speaking, Jiang Zhen used the thin Yuan Force in his body and looked at the battle maniac with a solemn face.
Although he was highly poisoned, he was still a Martial Emperor powerhouse, so he didn't dare to underestimate him.