"Who?"

Huzi was frightened and struggled desperately:

"Hero, spare my life, I'm just ...... A refugee, old and young, with no money to spare, I don't know where to offend you? ”

"Heh......" In the dark corner, Fang Zheng heard the words lightly:

"You don't know me?"

"No...... I don't know. Huzi looked dazed:

"Hero, have we met?"

"I don't know, what are you doing so many times back and forth through the back door of my house?" Fang Zheng shook his head, reached out and gently touched the other party's chest:

"I don't know, why are your hearts beating so fast?"

His movements were gentle, but in the other party's feelings, the gentle click was like a heavy hammer smashing, making people breathless.

It seems that a little bit of force can crush the heart.

"Nope." Huzi gasped and said urgently:

"It was a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Fang Zheng shook his head, and with a light touch of his probe hand on the opponent's arm, the huge power of the three-blooded martial artist exploded.

"Click!"

"Click......"

The sound of bone cracking sounded.

"Ahh

Huzi looked up to the sky and screamed, the sound shook in all directions, the green tendons in his erect neck were bulging, and the sharp pain of broken bones made his body convulsions and cold sweat.

"Say it."

Fangzheng's expression remained unchanged, and he said slowly:

"Who is you? Why spy on Fang Mansion? ”

"This time it's just to break your arm, if you're not honest...... Fang Mou has the means to greet slowly."

"I say, I say!" Cold sweat broke out on Huzi's forehead, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"I am a follower of the White Lotus Sect, and I was ordered to investigate the situation on this street, and what I said is true, hero...... Fang Gongzi spares his life! ”

"White Lotus Sect believers?" Founder's Squint:

"You're not going to let go of this street?"

"Of course." Huzi nodded:

"The main incense is a human sacrifice, and the number of people killed must not only be enough, but also strong enough, and the warriors of this street just meet the requirements."

"Human sacrifice?" Fang Zheng asked:

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, I really don't know." Huzi hurriedly said:

"I've heard it too."

"That's ......," Fang Zheng understood, and suddenly said:

"Recite the first three paragraphs of the "Great and Small Ming King Birth Sutra".

"Huh?"

Huzi was stunned.

"Won't?" Fangzheng shrugs:

"It seems that you are not a follower of the White Lotus Sect."

"......" Huzi's expression changed, and he suddenly roared:

"Die!"

He bent his knees on top of him, his shirt torn open at his knees, revealing a cold glow, which was actually a hidden weapon, and exploded at such a close distance.

Even if you are a martial artist, you will be hit if you are not careful.

"Ding......

The clothes torn by the sharp blade, on top of a piece of soft armor, did not move at all, which also made Huzi's expression stiffen, and his eyes were full of horror and despair.

"Spare your life!"

"Click......"

Fang Zheng reached out and crushed his throat.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, he groaned:

"It's just a stalker, there's no need to sacrifice the altar to waste the 'truth elixir', but ......, who asked you to come?"

…………

Dying a person is normal for the current Gu'an County.

Every day

Somebody died.

I don't know how long it took, but the corpse on the ground was already cold, and no one cared about it until a figure appeared next to the corpse.

He lowered his head to look at Ergou, sighed lightly, stretched out his hand to help Huzi stroke his angry eyes, then looked left and right, and quietly left.

Not much.

He came to a courtyard with four entrances, knocked on the door, and entered.

Before last night, this place was still 'Zhang's Mansion', and after a night, Zhang's Mansion had changed owners and was occupied by the beggars.

The surviving woman of the original Zhang Mansion was also 'rescued' by the beggars.

The courtyard was brightly lit, the aroma of wine and meat wafted, the sound of laughter was endless, and from time to time there were women's screams and men's roars.

Gao Ma hunched over and went straight to the main room in the backyard.

"Hall Master Jiao."

"Mrs. Qi."

He bowed to the two men in the hall and replied:

"Huzi is dead."

"Oh!" Master Jiao Tang held a chicken leg and a wine jug in both hands, and when he heard this, his face remained unchanged, and he took a bite of chicken before saying:

"How did you die?"

"Broken Throat." The tall horse bows his head:

"It's not known who did it."

"Hall Master."

"What if the surname Fang finds out that we are spying on him?"

"What if you find out?" Master Jiao Tang laughed:

"If you can run, the monk can't run the temple, the Fang Mansion is there, where can he go?"

"That's what the hall master said." Mrs. Qi, who was only wrapped in a tulle, smiled coquettishly, and her plump body rippled with blurry ripples:

"I heard that the concubine body is extremely rich?"

"Hmm." Jiao Tang Master squinted:

"Fang Zheng runs two porcelain shops in the city, which looks inconspicuous, but in fact he is making money every day, and he is a low-key rich man."

"Today, the people brought by Huo Laosan also said that there is a house in Fang Mansion that specializes in all kinds of jade and antiques, and there are mountains of antiques in it, all of which are valuable things."

"Another ......"

"He also hid Jiaojiao in the golden house and raised two charming women."

"Oh!" Mrs. Qi raised her eyebrows:

"How beautiful?"

Women are always interested in the appearance of others, especially for a woman who is already attractive.

"I don't know."

Jiao Tang Lord shook his head:

"But it should be very beautiful, the second dog who was cut out of the eye even said that if you look at the beauty, you won't suffer if you can't see it in the future."

"Hey ......"

"He should have said this to the beauty's face."

"Really?" Mrs. Qi frowned, her face was blank:

"I want to see how beautiful that beauty can be?"

"Hall Master."

"When are we going to do it?"

She couldn't wait.

"These two days." Jiao Tang said:

"It's time for the White Lotus Sect to go all out, when the time comes, the whole city will definitely be in chaos, and no one will be able to care about it at that time, and no one will care if a Fang Mansion is destroyed."

"Yes."

Mrs. Qi smiled:

"Those two beauties will be handed over to the concubine first, and when the training is done, the hall master will be satisfied."

"Haha......" Jiao Gu looked up to the sky and smiled:

"Good!"

"Wait for a friend from the general altar to come, and then we will see your means, Madame."

"Don't worry." Mrs. Qi's eyes were full of affection, and she smiled coquettishly:

"I won't let you down."

…………

"Zhang's house?"

"Beggar gang?"

Fang Zheng stood in the dark night, watching Gao Ma enter Zhang's mansion with a thoughtful face.

I thought it was a small gang staring at the upper mansion, so easy to solve, but I never thought that it would involve the beggar gang, which is a bit troublesome.

The beggars are outnumbered.

And because of the chaos in the city, he has recently absorbed a lot of masters, and there are dozens of beggars in Zhang's mansion, even if he is strong, he will not dare to break in.

"I shouldn't have offended Jiaogu, right?"

Fang Zheng touched his chin and muttered.

Is it difficult to achieve it because of Huo Laosan's trivial matter today, the people of the beggar gang plan to deal with themselves, this is too cautious, right?

Shaking his head, he turned around and walked towards Fang Mansion.

Others are cautious, but he has always been very generous.

"Da ......"

Footsteps paused.

Fang Zheng slowly turned around, looking at the brightly lit Fang Mansion, his eyes flashed, and then he sighed helplessly.

"Hey!"

"Why is that?"

*

*

*

"Drink!"

"Brothers, it's done!"

In the room, several beggars helped the disciples raise their glasses and drink, and each of them had one or two women beside them, and some women even had tears in the corners of their eyes.

"Smack!"

A slap was slapped on the woman's face, and the huge force made half of the woman's cheeks bulge instantly.

"Cry!"

"What are you crying about?"

"If it weren't for Lao Tzu, you would have died a long time ago, and now you dare to cry even if you are playing, I really think Lao Tzu has no temper."

"Brother Sun is angry."

"Yes, yes, a woman is not worth it."

"I'm going to go to the latrine." Huo Laosan got up:

"Come back and continue."

"Haha......" someone laughed:

"Huo Laosan, you have a lot more and urine today than usual, it can't be that you were frightened in the Fang Mansion and couldn't control it, right?"

"Haha......"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Huo Laosan snorted coldly and turned around and went out.

The courtyard building has a certain system, and the thatched house will be fixed in a corner of the courtyard, but it naturally doesn't matter to the beggars.

Where is convenience not convenient?

Looking for a no-man's land, Huo Laosan unbuckled his trouser belt and was about to relax comfortably, when a cold glow suddenly appeared in front of his neck.

"Don't move."

Wearing a mask, Fang Zheng, who only showed two eyes, spoke in a muffled voice:

"If you move, you'll cut your throat."

"Friend, don't be impulsive." Huo Laosan's face turned pale, and the urge to pee out was also taken back, and he stammered:

"This is our territory, and Master Jiao is in it......"

"Hmm!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in his neck, and a cold and cold thing was injected into his body.

What is it?

The thought flashed in his mind, and then his consciousness became blurred, his eyes were blank, and his crotch was even more incontinent on the spot, and his trouser legs were wet.

'Truth Elixir! ’

A piece of rune paper appeared in Fang Zheng's hand, and he cut some Huo Laosan's hair and wrapped it around it, and recited in a low voice:

"Four hours and eight festivals, born because of prosperity; God does not nourish from within, but from the outside. Gratgy, sleepless. Haste as a law! ”

Ecstasy!

Huo Laosan's body was stunned, his back was straight, but his eyes were still empty.

"I ask you."

Founder Opening:

"Are you monitoring the Fang Mansion?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"The Fang Mansion has money and beauties, and there are still few nursing homes, so it's easy to get it."

"Success?" Founder's Squint:

"Are you going to make a move towards Fang Mansion?"

Not a temporary idea?

"Yes." Huo Laosan nodded:

"The heavy snow covers the mountains, and it is difficult for the imperial army to come, and there will be chaos in Gu'an County this month, of course we must take the opportunity to make a windfall."

"It's a rare opportunity."

"Oh!" Founder is clear:

"It seems that you don't just plan to do it to the other party."

"Yes." Huo Laosan nodded:

"There are also Mifu, Hefu ......"

"Not afraid of being pursued?"

"As long as you do a good job up and down, no one will care, and there is chaos in the city, so you can put the matter on the head of the White Lotus Sect demon."

"Clever."

Fang Zheng nodded:

"Where's the scorching?"

"Backyard main house."

"Thank you." Founder Road:

"You can go."

"Huh?"

Huo Laosan was stunned for a moment, a cold glint flashed in his sight, and the survival instinct of his body prompted him to turn his head and dodge, but how to avoid it?

"Poof!"

The blade slashed through his throat, blood splattered out, and the corpse shook before slowly falling to the ground.

…………

Pulling the mask, Fang Zheng's feet were lightly tapped, and the whole person jumped into the backyard like a bat against the wall, floating to the ground.

Tremors in both ears.

A lot of noise poured into the eardrums.

In the corner, a man breathed steadily.

Dark whistle?

The beggars of another world really can't be speculated by the insight of modern people, and this kind of hierarchical and well-structured organization is not a rabble.

Rather, it is a force that has the potential to threaten the power of the imperial court.

There are patrol officers, secret sentinels, elites, and top martial arts inheritances, who make a living by sucking the blood of local wealthy merchants.

Even after the change of dynasties, they can still stand.

"Hoo ......"

Light body exercises - cross the river with a reed!

The sound of breaking through the air was almost inaudible.

The dark whistle was quite alert, his ears trembled and he looked sideways, but he was forced to the front of Fang Zheng to cover his mouth and nose and wipe his throat with a knife.

"Woo......"

The dark whistle struggled desperately, but it was just useless, and his body gradually collapsed and fell to the ground.

Fang Zheng put away the knife and looked at the blood-stained blade, his wrist trembling slightly.

"Buzz!"

The blade trembled rapidly, and the blood on it was immediately shaken out, and the matte blade was even more inconspicuous in the night.

Dispose of a few dark sentinels, and get closer and closer to the main house.

"Crunch ......"

One of them pushed the door and walked out, drunkenly burping, and was about to untie his belt to relax, when he happened to see a corpse in the grass.

Well?

His eyes shrank, and then he opened angrily:

"There are assassins!"

The beggar subconsciously raised his head to the sky and roared, and before the voice fell, he felt that the sky was spinning, and a headless corpse appeared in sight.

The headless corpse was dressed in a familiar way.

Who is it?

It turned out to be me!

As soon as the thought turned, the consciousness fell into endless darkness.

"Peng!"

The head fell to the ground, which also alarmed everyone in the backyard.

"Boom ......"

The window sash of the side room shattered, and several figures leaped out of it, some with swords, some with bare hands, and many more with a club.

Beggars help sticks, but they are the best in the world.

"Who?"

"What a guts!"

"The dark sentry has been killed, notify the hall master quickly."

These people are also experienced in a hundred battles, although the alcohol is rising, it does not affect the consciousness, and the situation is already clear with a sweep of the eyes.

There was a lot of drinking in his mouth.

"Up!"

The two pounced first.

One of them held a ring-headed knife with a huge blade, and the sword light flashed and slashed down, and the power was so fierce that he was afraid that it could crack the tiger.

The other person was holding a stick, and with a flick of his wrist, the stick looked like a snake coming out of a hole, and the latter first stabbed the 'masked man' in the throat.

It also made a 'bang' sound.

Reputedly.

There is a senior in the beggar gang who catches snakes for a living, and he scares snakes with sticks and then looks for opportunities to enter, and gradually realizes a stick method from it.

Then it was passed on to the people.

This trick is one of the killer moves.

Seeing that it has been exposed, Fang Zheng is no longer hidden, and in the face of the incoming offset, he does not retreat but advances, shrinking his neck, catwalking, folding his waist, and bending his spine, the whole person is like a big peacock, and his arms are shocked like a peacock opening the screen, and he flashes under the attack of the knife and stick.

The long knife in his hand is in the air.

"Poof!"

The blade slashed through the throat, and the two fell to the ground on their backs, killing instantly.

"Old Wu!"

"Haozi!"

The faces of the rest of the people changed greatly, and even the movements of rushing up were slightly sluggish, and their eyes were even more shocked.

The two people who fell to the ground were not ordinary gangs, especially Haozi, who was already a second-blood martial artist last year, and he was vulnerable.

It's not that they're weak.

But......

It's too strong!

They hesitated, but Fang Zheng would not stop there, and before the people in the front yard could react, they went on a rampage with knives.

Since he realized that there is a god in the realm of boxing, his understanding of the word clear heart has become more and more profound.

In the past, he used to use a word to cut his heart, but he just painted a scoop according to the gourd, although he was powerful, but he didn't understand the subtlety of the knife technique at all.

With the realm of God in the fist, it can be regarded as the introduction to the real knife technique.

This is holding the knife in his hand, like an extension of the body, the blade trembles slightly, easily tearing and cutting through the flesh of a group of beggar disciples.

Except for the second-blood martial artist, the others couldn't hold two rounds in front of him.

"Peng!"

Seeing it, he was about to rush to the main room.

The door shattered, and a woman wrapped in a thin veil screamed and was thrown out of it and smashed into Fangzheng.

Fang Zheng avoided sideways, and when he was about to rush forward, he suddenly leaned back and retreated violently against the ground.

But it was the woman's wrist that shook when the two passed by, and a soft whip that she didn't know where she was hiding stabbed straight at her, and the soft whip came so fast that it was mixed with a sharp sound of breaking the air.

"How daring."

The woman's voice is sharp:

"How dare you trespass on the beggars' station."

"Look for death!"

"Humph!" Fang Zheng snorted coldly, the killing intent in his heart skyrocketed, his body folded in the air, and the sword light turned by the long knife in his hand was like a full moon sprinkled in the field.

"Click......"

The soft whip is split in two.

Seeing that the woman was about to die under the knife, a fierce palm force pierced diagonally.

"Good knife technique!"

Scorching Drink:

"Who are you?"

"The one who wants your life!" Fang Zheng drank low and rushed forward with a knife.

"Just you?" The scorched tiger's eyes widened, the palm momentum suddenly shook, and the five fingers were slightly buckled when the palm came out, and a tiger roar came out in an instant.

"Roar!"

Tiger Palm - Tiger roars the world!

The whistling sound shook the heart, the palm technique was subtle, and the strength was fierce, and this inheritance was obviously extraordinary.

Facing the palm wind, Fang Zheng's breathing stagnated, and he subconsciously felt fearful, but he came back to his senses instantly, and his face showed even more disdain.

A god in the fist?

It's just a façade!

The heavenly tiger hides the true meaning of the tiger roaring the world.

The person who created this palm method is undoubtedly very good, and future generations only need to cultivate the palm method to the fullest, and they will naturally be able to comprehend the martial arts will.

It's a lot better than other people fumbling around.

Actually.

The real superior inheritance contains the true meaning of martial arts, otherwise how can there be so many talented people in the world who can realize on their own?

However, the Heavenly Tiger Palm is powerful.

but

The scorching has not been repaired to perfection!

And Founder,

But he realized that there was a way of God in his fist and stepped into the third realm of martial arts.

One is true, the other is false, and the judgment is made.

This is to transport the knife like a wheel, the knife light is shining, and the five elements of the knife method are born and restrained back and forth, and the scorch is in danger in the blink of an eye.

"Wow!"

A yin wind protruded in the field, and five yin spirits appeared out of thin air.

Mrs. Qi's body retreated, and black smoke came out of her five fingers, connecting with the yin spirit in the void, and she couldn't help but smile when she saw Fang Zheng.

"My friend has a good sword technique, you might as well see my five ghost exorcism Dafa!"

Warlock!

This woman actually cultivated double magic.

"Go!"

Mrs. Qi pushed forward with one hand, and the five yin spirits in the field swooped down suddenly, and at the same time, the screams in her mouth did not stop, and the sound of the ghost crying and howling was the first to impact Zhihai.

Ordinary people are here,

I'm afraid that this ghost sound alone can't support it.

"Zheng!"

The sound of the knife trembled lightly, melodious and vast, and everything was empty in an instant.

Fang was solemn on the front, and swung his knife and slashed while resisting the strength of his scorched palm.

Martial arts are threefold, essence and intention are combined, and there is a god in the fist!

With the blessing of martial will, the qi and blood are like ovens, which can destroy demons and ghosts, lock the essence and melt the divine will, which is the innate Qi of life.

The record on "The Legend of Shi Wu" came to mind.

in the past

It was difficult for Fang Zheng to understand how the flesh and blood could resist the ethereal ghosts, but now he naturally understood the truth.

The long knife slashed, and the ghost escaped.

ghosts,

It's vulnerable!

"Martial Will!" Mrs. Qi's face changed greatly, and she screamed:

"Not good!"

With the will of martial arts, even if such people have not cultivated their true qi, they are also the nemesis of warlocks, and they can break all kinds of spells with their fists and feet.

Seeing that the Yin Soul she had worked so hard to cultivate was about to be completely killed, Mrs. Qi's beautiful eyes trembled, and she suddenly shouted:

"Fight!"

"Explode me!"

"Wow!"

The ghost creature roared in the air, and a cloud of black smoke exploded.

"Hoo ......"

Jiao Gu also took the opportunity to wave his palm.

His face was solemn, and the twelve forms of the Heavenly Tiger Palm were connected in a line, and a fierce tiger seemed to really appear in the void, rushing towards the comer.

This time,

The two have given it their all.

"Zheng ......"

The knife flashed sharply in the field, and a decisive sword intent that cut everything swept across the audience, which also made Mrs. Qi and Jiao Gu's complexions change greatly.

…………

Parvis.

The door opened, and a group of people walked in.

The first person was dressed in fancy clothes and had a three-inch beard, and he should be fifty or sixty years old, but his skin care could be the envy of people in his twenties and thirties.

He stepped on foot and asked:

"Where's the scorching?"

"Back to the altar master, the hall master is in the backyard." A beggar bowed back, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Heh......" The person came with his hands behind his back and sneered unsurprisingly:

"Jiao Gu is really a big face, and he didn't come out to greet him even if he knew that the old man was coming."

"Huh?"

At this moment, the melodious sound of knives from the backyard made his face change slightly:

"That's not right!"

"There are enemies!"

Before he could finish speaking, his figure had disappeared in place.

(End of chapter)