Bang!

A heavy muffled sound came out, the smoke and dust in the ring dispersed, and the tall pillar frame broke under Fang Shiyu's successive heavy blows, and collapsed violently.

Fang Shiyu retreated, but Lei Laohu was a step too late, couldn't dodge, and was heavily smashed on his vest by Qianjun Zhu, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Fang Shiyu was unforgiving, rushed forward, grabbed the thunder tiger out, and kicked the opponent's heart with a volley, but when he heard the sound of "bang", the thunder tiger had already smashed under the ring, lying on the ground motionless.

"Come on! Keep fighting! ”

Fang Shiyu's mouth and nose overflowed with blood, but he still yelled at Lei Lao Hu excitedly, until several disciples of Lei Lao Hu rushed out of the crowd and pounced on Lei Laohu's side, pushing Lei Lao Hu hard and not moving, and his snort was also cut off, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "Master! Master is dead! ”

Fang Shiyu's pupils in the ring instantly widened, like being struck by lightning, although he was brave and ruthless, he liked to fight with people since he was a child, but it was the first time he really killed someone.

A galloping horse galloped from the end of the long street, and immediately sat a woman in her thirties, with a mature charm, who was the wife of Lei Laohu, Li Xiaohuan, the daughter of Li Bashan, the old man of Wudang, but unfortunately it was too late.

Song Mingjing drank the wine in the cup, threw down a silver ingot, and left this noisy place without hesitation.

found out the location of Wanmatang on the street, and after about a stick of incense, Song Mingjing arrived at his destination.

Wanmatang is a tyrant in Hangzhou, its hall owner is named Qiu Wanqian, is the nephew of Wudang Su Lao Feng Daodao, relying on this heavy background of rivers and lakes, Qiu Wanqian gathered a group of thugs of the lower nine ranks, and then colluded with the government, in Hangzhou City can really be described as bullying and dominating the market, rampant.

Song Mingjing's first target is precisely this hatred.

Outside a large mansion that covers an area, the door plaque is written on the three golden characters of "Wanma Hall", and there is a stone lion arch guard on the left and right sides of the house door.

Song Mingjing had just approached the gate of the mansion when the four sturdy guards immediately cast their gazes.

"Stop!" One of the guards shouted: "This is Wanma Hall, idle people, get out of the way." ”

Wanmatang is used to being arrogant and domineering in Hangzhou, no one can control it, and these guards are all in their eyes, and the tone of this guard's speech is full of rampant meaning.

Another guard stretched out his hand and pointed at Song Mingjing, shouting, "Also, take off your hat!" ”

Song Mingjing's expression did not move, and he said lightly: "Go and tell a hall master, just say that someone from Wudang Mountain came to see him." ”

"Wudang Mountain?!"

The arrogant expressions of several guards changed, and they stared at Song Mingjing in disbelief, and after a while, one of the guards glanced at the other three companions, and he hugged his fists and said, "Wait a minute, guest, I will immediately go and inform the hall master." ”

Not long after, the group walked out of the mansion, led by a handsome young man of twenty-seven or eight years old, but with a ruthless air between his eyebrows.

He played with a pair of iron galls with both hands, approached with a swagger, and squinted at Song Mingjing: "You said you came down from Wudang Mountain?" What are the credentials? ”

"Naturally, there is a certificate, and there is a letter from Elder Feng, but can I go inside and talk about it in detail?"

Song Mingjing glanced around.

Qiu Wanqian's eyes narrowed slightly, stared at Song Mingjing for a long time, and waved his hand: "Okay!" Please! ”

At that moment, he entered the Wanma Hall with him, and he didn't say anything all the way, until he entered the spacious hall, Qiu Wanqian sat on the top with a big grin, raised one foot and put it on the seat, and suddenly pointed at Song Mingjing and shouted: "Take it down for me!" ”

He sneered: "What a bold man, he dared to pretend to be my Wudang disciple, and deceived me into thousands of enemies!" If I don't chop you up and feed it to the dogs, you won't know how many eyes Ma Wangye has on his head. ”

At the sound of an order, in the left and right rows of the hall, more than 20 Wanmatang gangs suddenly received the order, and surrounded Song Mingjing.

Song Mingjing didn't know that he had exposed a flaw there, but it didn't matter much, he came to this Wanma Hall to capture Qiu Wanqian, and forced him to ask for the know-how of Wudang martial arts.

The reason why he didn't do it on the street was because he was afraid that the movement would be too big and alarm the government.

Even if he can defeat a hundred enemies with one enemy, the army is different from fighting in the rivers and lakes after all, and the lethality of a hundred soldiers forming a battle formation is far greater than that of the rivers and lakes.

What's more, this Hangzhou is one of the fourteen garrison points of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and thousands of troops and horses poured up together, and Song Mingjing did not dare to guarantee that he could retreat with his whole body.

More than 20 Wanmatang gangs were getting closer and closer, and Song Mingjing didn't give the other party a chance to take the lead, so he pounced, bringing out a vicious wind, and approached a gang member in an instant.

The steel knife in the latter's hand was raised, and Song Mingjing had already punched him in the chest, as if he had been hit hard by a hammer, and the gang's chest immediately collapsed into a large area, shattered his sternum, and flew out upside down.

With a "snort", the moment he flew out, the steel knife in his palm was snatched by Song Mingjing, and he slashed behind him with a backhand, swinging away several long knives that took advantage of the situation to sneak attack.

Dangdang!!

Several sneak attackers felt that the opponent's steel knife was swept over, accompanied by a burst of vigor, a sharp pain in the wrist, and the long knife in his palm fell to the ground one after another.

Song Mingjing's figure did not stop, and the sword light turned like a practice, splitting several people in front of him in two, and then he felt a strong wind attacking, hitting his head, but it was Qiu Wanqian, who was sitting on the top, threw an iron gall.

Qiu Wanqian is Feng Daodao's own nephew, and he is deeply favored and cultivated by Feng Daodao, although he is young, his martial arts are better than Fang Shiyu and Hong Xiguan at the moment.

Under his full thrust, the iron courage is like a flying star, not to mention that the mortal body cannot resist it, even if it hits the pig iron, it will leave a deep mark.

Song Mingjing did not dodge or dodge, swung his knife to meet the attack, "Dangchang" There was a trembling sound of gold and iron, and the steel knife in his hand was twisted and folded, but the iron gall was also chopped upside down and flew out, and hit Qiu Wanqian.

Qiu Wanqian jumped away from the seat, and the sound of "click" crackling came, and the seat was split in an instant.

Song Mingjing backhanded, the steel knife spun and fell into his palms, breaking and folding, the steel knife immediately shattered into seven or eight pieces, splattered out in four directions, and fell on those gangs, like a sharp arrow, blood flowed sideways.

Forced to open the siege between breaths, Song Mingjing jumped to kill Qiu Wanqian, Qiu Wanqian's face at this time had lost his previous arrogance, and the opponent was far more tricky than he expected.

"Who the hell are you? Who sent you? ”

Qiu Wanqian shouted loudly, and at the same time, he threw another iron gall out, opened his hands, and used his Wudang palms all the way, and his whole body was drumming with strength, and he was wrapped in a fierce breath.

Wudang Mianzhang was originally a combination of rigidity and softness, but he couldn't get home, so he had to be fierce, but this is also extraordinary, with both palms coming out, there is the power of a tiger going down the mountain.