Your Excellency Jiuqu Ileum, Hua Beilang's injuries were not light, and the strict steward on the side no longer left his hands, he snorted coldly, and his hands bent his fingers into claws and grabbed Mochen fiercely.

The ink dust was not in danger, and the ink sword in his hand shook and stabbed straight at the attacking claws. There was a soft sound, and Yan Guanshi's palms were unscathed, but he pinched the ink sword and dragged it towards him.

"King Kong is not bad?"

Mo Chen's eyes lit up, and the ink sword in his hand spun rapidly, disintegrating Yan Guanshi's palms, and at the same time, his body turned and then led the sword blade out horizontally.

With the same few soft sounds, the ink sword slashed across Yan Steward's chest, which actually brought a burst of sparks, and as a piece of clothing fell to the ground, Yan Steward's chest was actually hidden in the golden color.

"Sure enough, King Kong is not bad, I didn't expect that the Buddhist exercises that were in the world back then will reappear in the world today. Mo Chen put his hands behind his back and laughed softly.

"Boy, there are many places you can't think of!" Yan Guan said coldly, and then the golden light around him flashed, and the whole person was like a golden Buddha statue.

The surrounding crowd also screamed when they saw this, they had heard more or less about the Buddhist exercises, but it was the first time they really saw it. Compared with the Buddhist exercises, how can ordinary martial arts have such a conspicuous shape, and the only thing that can turn the whole person into a golden person is generally invulnerable.

"Come on. Mo Chen said lightly, and then the ink sword flew out of the air, turning into a black lightning bolt to kill Yan Guan.

Seeing that the ink sword was killed, and the skill of strict management was raised to the peak, he actually fought with the ink sword with his bare hands, no matter how the ink sword slashed, he couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

"Ha, in vain, is that all you have to do?" After a moment of fighting, the strict steward laughed, and then put down the ink sword and rushed straight towards the ink dust.

"Ahh

"King Kong Fury Fist!"

Rushing in front of Mo Chen, Yan Guan roared, jumped up, and clenched his five fingers into a fist in mid-air, smashing it hard.

"Not enough!" Mochen let out a snort, and at the same time clenched his fist and blasted out, slamming into the incoming fist.

With a bang, a force of impact erupted where the two fists clashed, causing the surrounding crowd to scatter and fall, and although a few good players were able to stabilize their bodies, they were also squeezed backwards by the crowd.

A punch was useless, and Yan Guanshi's body flew out upside down and fell back to its original place.

After landing on the ground, his eyes widened with anger, like the anger of the golden Buddha, and his power was terrifying. "You can stop my Vajra Fury Fist?"

Mo Chen shook off his somewhat numb hand and recalled the ink sword in his hand.

"You can't stop it with a few more punches. ”

Hearing this, Yan Guan was even more angry, and the power of his King Kong Fist was not bad, but the person in front of him was obviously a swordsman but chose to deal with it with his bare hands, which was clearly insulting him.

He let out a loud shout, condensing all his body into his fists, and in an instant, his fists were full of golden light, even under the golden light

The skin has begun to fade red.

"If you have the ability, you can take my Vajra Fury Fist again!"

Steward Yan roared, but just as he was about to make a move, a figure stepped out of the door of the Nine Curves Chamber.

"Yan Kuan, stop!"

Mo Chen was stunned when he heard this, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that it was Zhou Chi.

Hearing Zhou Chi's stop, a trace of fear flashed in Steward Yan's eyes, and then he obediently put away his skills and returned to his original gloomy appearance.

Seeing that the gloomy old man in front of him was so obedient to Zhou Chi, Mo Chen smiled. He didn't look at the old man either, but turned his head to Zhou Chi and smiled: "Brother Zhou, you are also there." ”

Zhou Chi only looked at Mochen at this time, and then his face changed as if he had just seen Mochen.

"I said, who can force Lao Yan to use the King Kong Fury Fist, it turned out to be Brother Mo. He said and walked out of the restaurant quickly and came to the side of the strict manager.

"Old Yan, what's going on?" he asked with a smile, but the harmless smiling face of this human and animal was as terrifying as hell and death in the eyes of Steward Yan.

"Zhou ...... Zhou Chengshou, this ...... I ......" His eyes were flustered, as if he had thought of something terrible.

At this moment, Hua Beilang, who was lying on the ground on the side, suddenly pointed at Mochen and shouted: "The city guard is just right, hurry up and catch him for me, this person is openly hurting people in Fulong City!"

After speaking, he pointed to the Golden Sword Wang Dong who was sitting on the ground and said, "And him, he dares to hurt me so much, I must make him pay!" he gritted his teeth and said, as if he had already thought of how to torture this Golden Sword Wang Dong in his heart.

Zhou Chi glanced at Hua Beilang lightly, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? don't you know me?" Hua Beilang was stunned, what happened today, first a reckless man came and couldn't recognize himself, and now a city guard came and asked who he was, is this still the Fulong City he is familiar with?

"I'm Hua Beilang, the third young master of the Hua family!" he yelled angrily, his tone as if he was teaching a subordinate.

"Third Young Master of the Hua Family, looking at the way you rolled on the ground and wailed, I thought it was a lost dog. Zhou Chi said coldly.

Hua Beilang was stunned, turned his head to look at the strict steward on the side, but found that the old man who was respectful to him on weekdays was facing away from him without a glance at this time.

Looking at the crowd around him, everyone was smiling, and it was clear that they were watching his jokes.

"On the contrary, you are a small city guard, and you dare to insult me if you don't obey orders?"

Zhou Chi's face sank suddenly when he heard this, and he said coldly: "Listen to the order, who is the order? I am the city guard of Fulong City, the city guard of the Hanhai Dynasty, not the city guard of your Hua family, if you want to order me, only the City Lord's Mansion is qualified, what are you?"

"This ......" Hua Beilang opened his mouth, even though he was extremely angry in his heart, he couldn't refute a word.

At this time, there was also a word of help from the crowd who were watching the excitement.

"That's right!"

"That's right!"

With the first one, there will be a second, and for a while, the crowd on the street all shouted in support, and there was a mess in front of the restaurant.

At this moment, a group of warriors in Tsing Yi came in groups from a distance, but they were blocked by the crowd who went to watch the excitement outside the Huangquan Pavilion.

Seeing that the team was stagnant, a yellow-faced man with a Longquan sword hanging from his waist came out of the Tsing Yi warriors, and shouted to the crowd: "The Longmen compound is open, and the idle people disperse as soon as possible." ”

He shouted this sentence by luck, so the sound passed through the noisy crowd and reached the ears of those present.

"Longmen Compound?" Mo Chen muttered softly, but Zhou Chi, who looked at the side again, frowned, and secretly said in his heart that it was unfortunate.

And Hua Beilang, who heard this, looked overjoyed, and then shouted: "It's Brother Ma Shang?"

The yellow-faced swordsman named Ma Shang was stunned when he heard this, obviously recognizing Hua Beilang's voice. Then he waved his hand at the crowd, and the warrior in green clothes beside him rushed up and squeezed through the crowd.

(End of chapter)