Pan Long's roar contained profound skills, and the sound was loud, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

The two men at the gate had only time to glance at him, and before they could even understand what was going on, they were stunned by a violent roar and fell to the ground. Along the more than ten steps at the entrance of Zengjiazhuang, Gollum rolled all the way to the side.

Coincidentally, when they finally stopped, it happened to be one left and one right.

The power of Pan Long's roar was not directed at them, although they were not lightly shaken and injured by falls, but in general the injuries were not serious.

Compared to that door, it's much better.

The closed door was roared up by Pan Long's gathering strength, as if it was hit by a group of big men carrying battering rams and shouting trumpets, with a roar, the bolt hinges and everything were broken, and the two two or three hundred pound door panels were straight and folded inward, and finally simply fell out of the door frame and fell on the ground inside the door.

Then, there was a shout of anger from inside the Zhuangzi, and many footsteps hurried to him.

Naturally, the guards arrived.

But before that, the door of the porter next to the gate was kicked open, and an old man with a white beard rushed out with a large knife.

"Who dares to come to our Zengjiazhuang to spread wild? Lao Tzu chopped you!"

Although the old man was old, the aura on his body did not weaken at all, as if he was young and strong. And at this moment, he was full of momentum, and even the surrounding heaven and earth vitality were violent, and before his footsteps arrived, the wind came first, which was the kind that the innate realm had already cultivated to perfection and could go back to nature at any time.

"It's really a coincidence, just call the door, and you can actually come to a congenital peak...... The strength of your Zeng Jiazhuang is much stronger than the rumors. ”

Pan Long raised his eyebrows in surprise.

A blood-colored sword light greeted him.

Before the blade arrived, the smell of blood like rust had already reached the nose.

"How many people have you killed?" Pan Long dodged the bright red broadsword with a sharp blade like a jagged tooth, but he couldn't avoid the thick and pungent smell of blood, and couldn't help frowning and asked.

The old man sneered: "Who would be bored enough to remember such small things? I only remember the big things that are worth remembering me!"

"So what happened today, is it a big thing or a small thing?" Pan Long continued.

"Someone like you who is looking for death, I have lived to be one hundred and ten years old, and this is the first time I have met it. The old man swung his broadsword like a blood-colored whirlwind, surrounding Pan Long from all sides, "For your fool's sake, I will reluctantly remember this." ”

"Then I'm a little scared. Pan Long smiled, his body shook slightly, but he got out of the blood-colored whirlwind, and not even a single hair was cut off.

At this time, the young men, Zhuang Ding, and masters of the Zeng family who came in a hurry had already surrounded a large area at the door.

Zengjiazhuang is very large, but all the people in the Zhuangzi are well-trained, and many of them are even equipped with unique skills, so the time for such a few words is enough for them to come.

If it weren't for the noble status of this old man, who was very prestigious in the entire Zeng family, they would have already rushed up at this moment, and would have divided the bastards who dared to come to the Zeng family to cause trouble!

"Who the hell is this kid?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"No, do you know him?"

Everyone looks at me, I look at you, and they shake their heads.

At that moment, a man who looked to be in his thirties and dressed as a seaman suddenly remembered something and said, "What he just said reminds me of a man." ”

"Who?"

"A few years ago, he was a well-known master in Yizhou, and he liked to work against the heroes of the green forest and the local nobles. Because he is good at using copper money darts as a hidden weapon, he leaves a copper money dart on the corpse after every killing, so he is called 'a literary man'. ”

Saying this, many people nodded their heads thoughtfully.

The rivers and lakes are forgetful, even if they are once masters of the world, if they do not appear for twenty or thirty years, they will be forgotten.

The penny hero used to be the most famous chivalrous man in Yizhou, but after a few years, his story is rarely told outside of Yizhou.

Most of these Zeng family members have actually heard the story of Yiwenxia, but they have almost forgotten about it.

When they were mentioned at this moment, the memories in the depths of their minds were revived, reminding them of the legend of "cutting rape and eliminating evil, copper coins".

As for whether their own family is considered a "treacherous evil" that needs to be eliminated by Yiwenxia, they have no doubt at all.

It is easy to deceive others and it is difficult to deceive oneself, and what the Zeng family has done has deceived those outsiders who don't know much about the situation in Youzhou, but it can't deceive the Zeng family's own people.

"This literary man...... Why did you come to Youzhou?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"Don't think about it so much!" Someone immediately scolded angrily, "If he is really that literary man, something big will happen today!"

As they spoke, the scarlet sword light had spread out, enveloping a radius of four or five zhang.

This range is quite large, and if you squeeze it, it is no problem to stand hundreds of people.

The old man is the first master of the 33rd generation of the Zeng family, and is recognized as the most likely to break through and return to the basics, becoming the third real person of the Zeng family.

When his sword skills were first perfected, he had slashed dozens of Ice Plains warriors with a single sword.

At this moment, he had already pushed the knife momentum to the extreme, and the sword wind forced the people around him to retreat again and again, unable to get close to a radius of a hundred feet.

But Pan Long was never affected by his sword momentum, just like a phantom, coming and going freely in the knife wind, no matter how crazy he attacked, there was no effect.

Even, Pan Long was still laughing.

This scene can naturally be seen by everyone.

For a while, the masters of the Zeng family felt a little creepy.

It's not that they haven't seen a master, no matter how high Zeng Hao's martial arts are, compared to the two real people of the Zeng family, it is much worse after all.

At this moment, the scene of his battle with Pan Long is much worse than when Zeng Xiaoqiang returned and fought with Zeng Yingqi that day.

Even people who have been to Yizhou and heard a lot of stories about "Yiwenxia" don't think that this Wenxia can win against Zeng Yingqi, the ancestor of the Zeng family.

But...... Whether people can beat the ancestors or not, that's one thing, I'm afraid everyone present at the moment is not an opponent, but it's another thing.

"Second Uncle's situation...... It's not wonderful. Someone said in a trembling voice.

Immediately, someone angrily shouted: "Shut up!"

Even fools can see that Zeng Hao's situation is indeed not good.

As the saying goes, "the storm can't last long", he has obviously tried his best now, but even then he can't take down his opponent, and he can't even force his opponent to fight with him.

It's not as simple as "not good", but "not good".

Pan Long saw that there were more and more people coming, not only the people in Zengjiazhuang had arrived, but even the residents of the town had also arrived, and even surrounded the square, and he was very satisfied.

The more audiences, the better the effect of Liwei.

So much now...... Well, it's pretty much it.

He thought so, and then said, "This old gentleman, you have shot a total of four hundred and forty-one knives from just now to now, is it also your turn to return you to the trick?"