Zhang Chu has not yet swelled to the point that the thousands of gang leaders of the Silian Gang are going to compare with the Zhenbei Army.

What is the Zhenbei Army?

A strong army that guards the northern frontier and fights against the Northern Barbarians all year round!

Even the Zhenbei army had to dispatch a thousand soldiers, and it had to pay one or two hundred people to die in battle before they could besiege and kill a Qipin.

Replaced by his four-gang gang, I'm afraid that even if he goes out of the nest, he won't be able to kill a seven-pin!

Qipin is tired of killing, and he can break through at any time.

And the men and horses of his Quadruple Gang are so dead that they may collapse at any moment!

Zhang Chu drank two glasses of wine to suppress the shock, and asked again: "Fifth Master, you said that the foot soldiers surrounded and killed the seventh rank, and the strong bow and crossbow are useless to the seven-rank master?"

"It must be useful to be useful, the seven-rank master is also a person, a knife can still stab him through!"

Liu Wu didn't ask him where he got the bow and crossbow, and replied directly: "But it must be an arrow formation, and one or two scattered bows and crossbows, not to mention killing the seven-rank powerhouses, may not be useful to you and me." ”

Zhang Chu nodded, feeling that he made a lot of sense.

"And. ”

Liu Wu drank a glass of wine and continued: "The arrow array is particularly terrainous, like the flat grassland terrain of northern Xinjiang, the arrow array is naturally invincible, but if it is changed to the alleys in Jintianfu, the power is extremely limited. ”

That's the real experience.

Zhang Chu's brain began to ache faintly.

He originally thought that he now had thousands of people in his hands, and as long as he didn't care about the other party's background, he could completely rely on the number of people to kill a Qipin.

He only now realizes that he still thinks things too simply.

At this time, he suddenly thought of Liang Chongxiao again.

If the little old man is still there, he will definitely be able to give him the most pertinent advice.

Not to mention anything else, that little old man has been mixed with the rivers and lakes for most of his life, and he must know one or two poisons and drugs that can be used to turn over seven grades.

It's better than Nameng sweat medicine, which is not on the table, to deal with a seven-grade master, right?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, his heart suddenly moved.

Seeing his headache, Liu Wu couldn't help frowning and helping him find a way: "If you want me to say, since you are not ready to fight him one-on-one openly and openly, don't worry about any means, all the tricks can be beckoned to him." ”

"What poisons, aphrodisiacs, limes, traps, all greet him, so that he has no strength and can't see anymore, and then swarm him and hack him to death, Qipin is also two shoulders to carry a head, chop his head and he will die!"

"You're right!"

Zhang Chu rubbed his temples and said with a forced smile: "Forget it, let's not talk about these bad things, drink and drink!"

......

That night, Zhang Chu returned home and found Fu Bo, who was having dinner in Zhang Luo.

"Young Master, is there something wrong with you?"

Fu Bo looked at Zhang Chu who followed him all the way suspiciously.

Zhang Chuyu nodded hesitantly, "It's a little something, I want to ask you." ”

Fauber looked at the people who came and went around him, "It's inconvenient here?"

Zhang Chu nodded again.

Fu Bo immediately took off the apron around his waist, wiped his hands, and said, "Then let's go to the living room to talk." ”

The two entered the living room, and Zhang Chu ordered someone to guard the door.

"Fu Bo, did the master leave anything powerful behind when he was alive?"

Zhang Chu asked tactfully.

Fauber looked at him inexplicably: "...... are you asking?"

Seeing that he didn't understand, Zhang Chu had no choice but to say bluntly: "It's just something that can poison a seventh-rank martial artist, or turn a seventh-rank martial artist to death......"

Asking the elders to stretch out their hands to ask for such a harmful play, he was still a little embarrassed.

Fu Bo is not surprised, he has served Liang Chongxiao for more than 20 years, what wind and waves have not been seen?

"There used to be. ”

Fu Bo said regretfully: "It's all the stakes that came from the southern Xinjiang, a drop as big as a fingernail can poison a buffalo, but before the old man's trip, they were all destroyed, and he didn't want to leave those harmful things behind." ”

Zhang Chu covered his face.

He knew it was going to be like this.

With that little old man wanting to have a clean and neat idea before he left, how could he leave such a harmful thing behind?

He even burned many martial arts cheats that he had collected all his life, so he left a copy of "Iron Bone Strength" that he had promised him earlier.

Seeing his headache, Fu Bo asked with concern, "What's the matter, you have met a tricky enemy again?"

This word "again" is aimed at the previous incident when Zhang Chu was shocked by Gu Xiong and broke fourteen bones.

Fu Bo has served Liang Chongxiao for most of his life, and has never married a wife or children, for him, Liang Chongxiao's relatives are his relatives, and Liang Chongxiao's disciples are his sons and nephews.

This can be seen from the fact that the people in the entire Zhang Mansion call Master Zhang Chu, and only Fu Bo has always called Young Master Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu nodded absentmindedly and said, "It's a little tricky, but don't worry, I'll take care of it." ”

But if he says not to worry, can Fauber not worry?

In this world's junior generation, when something happens, which one doesn't say to his elders that he doesn't have to worry about not worrying that he can handle it himself, but which elder can really not worry about letting him deal with it himself?

Fu Bo frowned with Zhang Chu and buried his head in thought.

After a long while, Fu Bo suddenly remembered something, and said with a happy face: "There is, there is a thing, the master said back then, if you drink it, you will burn yourself to death in the fire." ”

"Oh?"

Zhang Chu immediately came to his senses and asked, "What is it?"

"A few jars of medicinal wine made by the old man. ”

It seemed to be a long time ago, and Fauber had a look of remembrance on his face.

"It seems to have been more than ten years ago, when the old man fought with people, cold and poison attacked the heart, every midnight the whole body was covered with ice ballast, he cultivated for half a year and did not get better, so he went out to find some rare treasure medicine, made nine jars of medicinal wine, and drank a small cup the size of an egg in the middle of the night, and gradually got better. ”

"I remember one time, when I went to clean up my master's room in the morning, I saw that there was still a small half cup of medicinal wine left in the cup, and I thought it was a pity to pour it, so I secretly drank it, and I felt like I was in a stove, and I passed out without taking two steps. ”

"Later, it was the old man who helped me push the blood through the palace with his own blood, and only then did he save my life. ”

"I remember he said at the time, there is a powerful treasure medicine in that wine, only the great man of the Qi Sea can touch it, and if he drinks it, he will burn himself to death, if I don't drink less, he won't be able to save my life. ”

After Zhang Chu heard what he said, his attention was not on the jar of medicine and wine at all.

The little old man was seriously injured more than ten years ago?

No wonder he is so afraid of the cold when he is old, and he never leaves the stove in autumn.

And those jars of medicinal wine are rationed to Qi Hai Dahao to drink?

Isn't that a sure little old man who was a great man at his peak?

Lose a golden thigh!