In front of the collapsed ruins of the post station, Chen Hexiang glanced at the corpses around him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After He Xiong and He Li hugged and cried and other women jumped with chickens and dogs, Xi Beichen and Lu Yourong had been carefully carried into the carriage by the martial arts students who came with them.

Lu Yourong was fine, but Xi Beichen, who was deeply embarrassed, simply pretended to faint. After all, the two of them boasted confidently about Haikou, and the huge contrast caused by their appearance now is difficult to explain to others.

Chen Hexiang was silent, lowered his head and carefully looked at Li Zheng's corpse, his eyelids trembled, and a storm rolled up in his heart. It is understandable that his two disciples have left here for many years and do not know the identity of this person, but Chen Hexiang, as a famous person in Beiwu City, could not be clearer.

Beiwu City, the City Lord's Mansion, the Mansion Lord, Li Zheng!

Although the city lord's mansion in Beiwu City was ridiculed by various forces in the city, this was simply because Li Zheng rarely showed up after he was transferred to Beiwu City, and he rarely interfered in various matters in the city. In a barren place like the Bianhuang, most of the people who were assigned and transferred were losers in the political struggle of the Martial Arts Alliance.

For all sorts of reasons, the forces of Kitago City don't pay much attention to this city lord.

Chen Hexiang was also invited on the first day of Li Zheng's arrival in Beiwu City, and he met this person at the reception banquet, so he had a rare impression. There were hardly any conversations during the meal. And when they met again, the city lord of Beiwu City, who lived in seclusion, turned into a corpse.

Why is Li Zheng here?

What about the guards of the City Lord's Mansion?

Who killed him, and why did you kill him?

The cold wind was slow, Chen Hexiang's face was cloudy, and his heart was full of clouds.

"Master Chen, we're all right!"

Hearing Xiao Lan's shout, Chen Hexiang's face was heavy, and he turned around and walked towards the carriage.

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The Qingcheng Gang is one of the four major gangs in Beiwu City, and controls most of the casinos, Qinglou and part of the medicinal herb business in this part of the city. Of course, protection fees are also an important source of revenue for them.

In the underground martial arts arena, a young man with a pitch-black blindfold in his right eye was bare, with a steel-like color, and his fists and feet were flying.

With a bang, a thunderous sound appeared in the underground training room, as if a thunderbolt had struck out of thin air. It was the sound of Zuo Zhicheng tearing the air with his fist, and with his next move, every punch and kick caused a strong wind to blow, and even hit the wall of the training room, making a rattling sound. His whole figure was like a thunderbolt exploding, full of explosiveness in both strength and speed.

In the training room, there was a series of crackling sounds, and every step Zuo Zhicheng took on the green bricks, he would let out a loud tiger roar, and the entire empty training room seemed to shake because of this, and the green bricks on the ground seemed to be unbearably shattered and exploded.

Next, the shocking tiger roar was endless, and there was a banging explosion in the air from time to time, which was the sound of Zuo Zhicheng's hands hitting one move at a time, rolling the air. While practicing his playing style, he felt the power of the strong.

Ordinary martial artists practice martial arts, pay attention to the combination of movement and static, and are prepared for both offense and defense. Zuo Zhicheng, on the other hand, does not need to defend, he thinks that his battle is to attack, attack, and attack again! Attack and destroy the enemy with precision and speed like a needle.

Bang Bang Bang!

"Okay, good, good!" The sound of high-fives came, and Zuo Yi, who was sitting on the side, stood up and said with a relieved gaze: "Zhicheng, your Tiger Demon Blood Condensation Sutra has been completely cultivated, and now you can completely defeat a martial artist who has just entered the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound." I think it won't be long before you can overtake me......"

[Tiger Demon Blood Condensation Sutra] is one of the best body forging methods under the secret martial arts list that Zuo Yi has obtained after exhausting countless means. Almost every few days, a complete pair of tiger bones is used to refine the body soup for internal use and the body wash soup for external use.

Such a terrible consumption can not be supported by ordinary rich and noble families, and the Qingcheng Gang has almost wiped out all the tiger beasts on the periphery of the mountains and forests in order to collect tiger bone materials. If it weren't for the fact that this method couldn't sense and train any of the vital skills, it would be a sure thing to be on the secret martial arts list. Despite this, this body forging method still has a great reputation, and it is also a very high-grade martial art in the various martial arts dojos in the Central Domain.

Zuo Zhicheng took the towel handed over by Zuo Yi, wiped his sweat, and said calmly: "Dad, if you hadn't spent so much money and tried all your means to get this [Tiger Demon Blood Condensation Sutra] for me, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to achieve my current achievements at all." ”

Zuo Yi laughed: "Zhicheng, a person is a Jackie Chan or an adult, it all depends on yourself! You have been day and night all these years, never interrupted and never rested, I see it all in my eyes, success does not belong to you, so who else does it belong to?"

His eyes were full of emotion, and he knew better than anyone what his son had experienced over the years. After being blinded in one eye, he was decadent all day long, and he was crazy and desperate after being ashamed. The interval was less than three days.

Zuo Yi clearly remembered that since Zuo Zhicheng walked out of his room that day, he probably slept for less than two or three hours every day. Day after day, day after night, I don't know how much blood I shed and how much sweat I shed. Let him, an old man who has seen all kinds of people, feel shocked.

Hatred is indeed a great motivation for people to move forward. But if he had a choice, Zuo Yi would rather let Zuo Zhicheng's eyes be intact than be driven by hatred to advance his martial arts by leaps and bounds.

"Dad, come with me to a place tomorrow. ”

After putting on his shirt, Zuo Zhicheng looked at his father and smiled slightly:

"Tomorrow, I'm going to kill someone. ”

After that, without waiting for Zuo Yi's reaction, Zuo Zhicheng pointed to his right eye with an eye patch:

"He's back. ”

The atmosphere in the underground stone chamber suddenly cooled down, and Zuo Yi's rough and domineering face was completely murderous after a moment of stunned!

Zuo Yi naturally knew who this so-called him was in Zuo Zhicheng's mouth.

"It's back, it's back......" Zuo Yi's voice seemed to come out of the cold ice for thousands of years, with a killing intent that couldn't be dissolved: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back......"

He looked at his son and asked, "Zhicheng, what are you going to do, what do you need me to do for you?"

"Dad, you don't have to do anything. Zuo Zhicheng gently stroked the blindfold on his right eye, revealing a bloody smile: "The only thing I want to do is a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye!"