As soon as they got out of the gate of the mansion, these old righteous and boxers had their own channels, only to see that they came with a lot of shabby clothes from nowhere, and turned into a group of honest old farmers, after a mess of exchanging treasures, these people dispersed one after another, Zhang Huen stood on the corner of the street and watched them leave, looking around, passers-by were all blue and white, and few people with red names appeared.! Top! Dot! .2x. After seeing them disperse, Zhang Huen swaggered through the streets of Jinan in a tattered prison uniform, attracting sideways glances from pedestrians.

"Get out of the way, the government takes people, and the idle people retreat!"

I thought that Yuxian's hands and feet were very fast, but this wronged Yuxian, this pair of heavily armed musket battalions was invited by Ma Jinxu after drilling the dog hole, and the guerrilla equestrian skills of the musket battalion were Ma Jinxu's old watch, and when he heard that there was a difficult demon road, he brought in five hundred musketeers, proposed three hundred new Mauser guns, and came to the street to meet this demonic alien who showed off his might.

Zhang Huen looked at the musketeers who dragged the whip and carried the brave horn, he was not afraid at all, he was really not afraid, because their combat effectiveness was just over 9 o'clock, and there was not even one at 10 o'clock.

"The demon road is not yet beheaded! Do you want to wait for me to shoot through my heart? ”

I don't know what kind of diploma this equestrian is, but it is estimated that he has studied private school for a few years, and look, he can already tamper with the idiom, Zhang Huen is standing on the street of Jinan in such a big way, the surrounding area has been cleared, and the timid people are hiding in their own houses, only opening the windows to look at this arrogant demon road.

At the same time, a thief sitting on the second floor of Liao's tea shop was watching intently Zhang Huen confront a musketeer, and a man dressed as a rich boy sitting opposite him pointed at Zhang Huen impatiently and said:

"Zhuo Ru, a chaotic person who has been bewitched by evil words, what is there to see?"

"Brother Jingyi, the people's hearts are not dead. But the one on the west side? Hey, the people really have the heart to serve the country, but they don't defend the country? ”

"Zhuoru, Nanhai has already run to Japan, don't you want to run too? I still say the same thing, as long as you enter my curtain, I will guarantee that you will find a five-grade top within three years. If you can't trust me, can't you trust my uncle? ”

"Brother Jingyi, is it what Lord Zhongtang means, or do you mean?"

"Is there a difference?"

"There is a difference, if it is the original intention of Brother Jingyi, it means that the Qing Dynasty is still saved, if it is the intention of Lord Zhongtang, then Liang is unwilling to do anything for the one in the west!"

"You!"

"Hey。。。。。。 How do you say hello to me? ”

"Liang would rather die than eat the one in the west!"

"Don't say it, don't say it. Watch the play, watch the play, you see, the chaotic people rushed over! ”

"Bang Bang!"

The sound of fried beans sounded, and the people of the Qing Dynasty were surprised to find that this demon of the Boxer not only did not fall, but also rushed into the camp of the musketeers with his sleeves flying.

"Resist, give me everything!"

A certain horse commander rode on a tall horse and shouted, and the big-headed soldiers were wild in their hearts, so they had to hold on! Light knows shouting. Why don't you try it?

The bullets from the Mauser gun hit the telekinesis shield, and they were all frozen. Falling to the ground in an uproar, as soon as Zhang Huen rushed into the formation of musketeers, he punched and kicked, not that he didn't want to show off his ability, but as soon as you exceeded the limit of people's understanding, these people planned to surrender. It's not as convenient as punching to the flesh, but with his strength, with one punch, these musketeers are also dead.

Five hundred musketeers, in addition to the rear squad were still shooting. The squadron ran away, the front team was half-disabled, and the two masters sitting on the second floor of the Liao family's tea shop opened their mouths in shock and kept rubbing their eyes.

"Retreat, retreat, bring me the Fran cannon, transfer the 。。。。。。 Ah! ”

Seeing that the 200 people in the rear team were still red, Zhang Huen, who felt that it was about the same, rushed over in waves, and shouted:

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and Qiankun borrows the law!"

I saw that the formation of 200 musketeers was as if they had been hit by a huge fist, and eight columns of blanks were directly vacated in the middle, and forty or fifty musketeers were all smashed away by invisible force, and some were torn apart in mid-air, and their intestines flowed all over the place.

Equestrian fell from his horse in terror, and the musketeers scattered around him, leaving some half-dead on the ground wailing. Zhang Huen walked to the equestrian come, this person was still a little backbone, pulled out the waist knife and rushed towards him, Zhang Huen stretched out his hand and pointed, and there was a blood hole on the head of the equestrian come, and the palace was credited at 10 o'clock.

"My mother, this is an authentic immortal!"

A pharmacy guy hurriedly burned incense and prayed, and knelt in the store to make a move.

"I'm hungry!"

Zhang Huen touched his cooing abdomen, looked at the Liao family tea shop with a "tea" banner, and walked in. As soon as Xiao Er saw this immortal master walk in, he was so frightened that he hid in the kitchen, and the scene of the demon road and corpses on the street that was beaten into a sieve did not appear, and the lively diners around him were even more like a dangerous wall, and those who were close to the window had already turned out, and those who were far away also had a tendency to move towards that side.

Zhang Huen sat on a stool by the door and slapped the table:

"Little Er, if you have anything to eat, keep the account first, and make up for it next time!"

The diners were embarrassed, today is the first shameless and arrogant in the past, Boss Liao mustered up the courage to climb out from under the counter, glared viciously at the guy who was hiding behind the curtain and peeking at him, piled up a face of spring light, came to Zhang Huen and made a thousand, and said:

"This immortal chief, the small shop is also a tattered shop, on weekdays, the villagers take care of them to eat some tea and pastries, I don't know that the immortal chief is coming, I really didn't prepare anything, only some coarse tea pancakes, I am afraid of staining the fairy chief's eyes."

"It doesn't matter, if you have anything to satisfy your hunger, just take it, and if you don't miss the money, you will put it on Gongsun Qianhua's account!"

"Yes, yes, it turned out to be the Gongsun Immortal Chang Law Frame, the Immortal Chang can come to the small shop to eat, it is the blessing of the small shop, what kind of money is not money, it is vulgar, and it also stains the identity of the Immortal Chief, dog, hurry up, bring up the thin-skinned shrimp dumplings and the rich Luobu cake, don't forget which pot of Longjing before the Ming Dynasty will also be soaked for the Immortal Chang."

"Why are you so verbose about eating? Flash me aside! ”

Boss Liao only respectfully retreated behind the counter, shouting in his heart Amitabha, this evil grandfather hurry up and finish eating.

Zhang Huen pinched the chopsticks and ate the sea, Longjing drank it as a drink, and for a while he felt that the happiest thing in the world was nothing more than this, and when he was full, he looked up and saw a boy in a long coat sitting opposite him, grinning at himself with white teeth.

"In Xia Liang Zhuoru, I have seen a strong man."

"Plot Creature--- Liang Qichao (Ren Gong) (side quest trigger point)

Faction: Neutral

Combined combat effectiveness: 78

A trained human with this pitiful fighting power. ”

For sour Confucianism, he has always been respectful and stays away, there is a Qing generation, except for a few very few literati who still have backbones, and most of the others are disciples of the drill camp. However, with the exception of Liang Qichao, this person has a peculiar brain, from the Restoration to the Republic, he has stood on the cusp of the storm every time, and has survived safely every time.

However, Zhang Huen didn't plan to deal with him, his current goal was to kill people, kill red names in large quantities, and meeting the mission conditions was the top priority. So he just ate and drank by himself, wiped his mouth after eating and left, maybe Liang Gongzi also saw that people didn't want to deal with him, and he didn't dare to block the road and ask, after all, he was a figure at the level of the immortal chief.

Out of Liao's tea shop, there is a garment shop next door, Zhang Huen walked in, for this demon of the divine fist, where does the boss dare to collect a penny, and hurriedly took out all his best gowns, waiting for the selection of the demon road.

"Don't you have robes?"

Looking at these dirty gowns, Zhang Huen frowned, and the boss hurriedly said:

"Yes, how can there be no robe, the immortal chief will wait for me to get it."

Seeing that the boss took out the black Taoist robe, Zhang Huen pursed his lips and said:

"Forget it, I'd better find it myself!"

The boss was deeply afraid of offending this master, and followed him in fear, and when he arrived at the inner hall, he found that this small ready-to-wear shop still had some doorways, and there were various styles of costumes hanging on the high walls around him, including drama robes, long jackets, vests, and many types, Zhang Huen pointed to a bright blue robe hanging on the pole and said:

"This is very suitable, what, do you think I don't give money, it's okay, don't worry about it, just keep the account, just keep it on Gongsun Qianhua's account."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The boss nodded vigorously and said, this is obviously the costume of the play, where is there a cultivator wearing such a conspicuous Taoist robe to swagger through the market, but he is an immortal, and he may be an immortal. The boss gave a piece of tantalis in friendship, with an inlaid agate, five turquoise, the hook is inlaid with gold, and a ring-shaped jade pendant, which fell on the wrong hook of gold and silver.

With the help of the bronze mirror found by the boss, Zhang Huen put the Wuyue crown on his head, and the hosta could not be inserted without long hair, Zhang Huen simply put down the crown and tied it under the jawbone, and turned a whisk out of the boss's pile of costumes, pinched it in his hand, and there was a bit of fairy wind and bones.

Listening to the neighing of people and horses in the market outside, it seems that this Yuxian is not dead hearted, even the cavalry is pulled, if the cavalry can't do it, then next time it is estimated that the red-coated cannon can only be transferred.

"Boss, close the door, don't be suspicious and curious, lest you ruin your life!"

"The immortal chief has a saying, the small ones are provincial, and the small ones are closed."

Zhang Huen walked out of the door with a whisk, and saw a green-headed cavalry surrounding the tea shop, and was about to shout that grandpa was here to kill these people, but he heard someone in the cavalry shouting:

"I was ordered by Qin to take the anti-thief leader Liang Qichao, and the idle people and others bowed to the ground, and if there were people who ran, they were all regarded as anti-thieves." (To be continued.) )