Xiao Zhang opened his eyes with some difficulty, looking at the nervous looks on the faces of these ordinary people around him, and his mood became a little weird.

In the eyes of the cultivators, he was a madman who only knew how to fight, fearing him and fearing him.

Back then, he said that the winter wild tea in Fengyang County was good, just because he really felt that this tea was countless times better than the big red robe that King Liang loved to drink, and where did he think about what benefits it would bring to the people in this remote county?

However, these ordinary people who he didn't bother to look at on weekdays stood in front of him at this time, even though he was obviously scared to death, and his hand holding the knife was trembling, he refused to leave.

Suddenly, he felt that there were other things he had done in his life besides those thrilling battles.

For example, Luoshui saved Wang Po in the wind and snow back then, and praised the winter wild tea in this small county town back then.

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The simple but fierce folk customs of Fengyang City have been fully reflected at this moment.

The men standing all over the stone steps of Qibaozhai and the people who kept shouting something outside are all proof.

But the expressions of the court masters and the soldiers of the Divine Crossbow Battalion did not change at all.

The expressions of those people in Tsing Yi were even more indifferent.

In their eyes, whether it is Xiao Zhang or these people in Fengyang County, there is no difference between them and the dead.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi walked up the stone steps.

Seeing that a bloody incident is about to happen, many people will die in Fengyang County today.

It doesn't matter if there are many people in Tsing Yi, even if there are many people, they only need to use the word "civil change" to explain.

The worst of all are the people who are about to die and the chief officials.

Of course, the prefect of Fengyang County is the prefectural commander, but it is very fortunate for him that in order to prepare for tomorrow's Dongye Tea Party, the prefect of Fengcheng Mansion has already arrived.

No matter what happens today, the one who needs to be responsible in the end should of course be the prefect.

Naturally, the prefect would not let this bloodshed happen.

The prefect of Fengcheng has reached middle age, with a clear face, white temples, and quite majestic.

He waved his hand to the Taoists in Tsing Yi and said, "A few Taoist masters, please wait for a while." ”

The Taoist in Tsing Yi should know that he is the protégé of King Xiang, and when he heard this, he stopped, his expression still indifferent.

"You foolish people only want to be brave for a while, but you want to trap all the old and young in Fengyang City into a place of injustice!"

The prefect looked at the tea merchant and the people on the stone steps, and shouted with a stern expression: "Who is Xiao Zhang you are protecting? He is a madman who kills people without blinking! Do people like him have any true feelings for you? Back then, he just said it casually, why did you want to protect it with your life?"

Someone in the crowd said loudly: "Now that our tea is selling so well, every household has money to earn, don't you need to be grateful?"

The prefect shouted: "Why can my wild tea in Fengyang City sell so well, it is because the imperial court has repaired the dock for you, opened the merchant ships, and made this tea as a tribute, I want to thank you more to thank the imperial court, not this criminal wanted by the imperial court!"

The surrounding people stirred slightly, and then began to talk, although not yet dispersed, but at least not as nervous as before.

Xiao Zhang squinted his eyes, looked at the prefect and said, "The mouth is not bad. ”

The prefect said with a resolute expression: "You don't have to threaten the official, I'm not afraid of you, you don't want to listen to me, just kill me." ”

Xiao Zhang said: "If it was in the past, you would have died by this time. ”

The prefect stared at the blank paper on his face and shouted: "What about death? I look up to heaven and earth, speak for the people, and die a well-deserved death, and you are just a criminal wanted by the imperial court, who can only bully the weak and kill innocents indiscriminately! It is really a heinous crime, and there is no redemption for death!"

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"Xiao Zhang has a violent temper, and many strong cultivators have died under his hands during the war, so he is really not a good person, but if you want to say that he bullies the weak and kills innocents indiscriminately...... It's not something he'll do, it's not that he's unwilling to do it, it's that he doesn't bother to do it. ”

In the crowd, Hu Thirty-two whispered to Chen Changsheng.

Today's Fengyang County has a lot of court masters, as well as the Divine Crossbow Battalion, and the most important thing is that there are also those Tsing Yi Taoists.

If nothing unexpected happens, Xiao Zhang may really usher in the end of death.

When Hu Thirty-two whispered to Chen Changsheng, he looked at his face and just wanted to know what His Majesty the Pope thought.

Now the one who can change the situation in the field is naturally Chen Changsheng and his party.

At this moment, Hu XXXII suddenly realized that the folded sleeves that had never left the Pope's side were gone.

"You don't know us, or you wouldn't have said it, and you wouldn't have to look at him when you speak. ”

Tang Thirty-six said to him: "Look, you don't need to look at his eyes when you fold your sleeves, and you can leave by yourself." ”

To-Thirty-two didn't understand what he meant, until the next moment he heard a sharp sound of breaking through the air from the top of the stone steps.

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It has been three years since the imperial court pursued Xiao Zhang, and the team of the pursuit has been constantly changing people, but except for those Tianji Pavilion assassins who are hidden in the shadows, the main force is still from the Criminal Department.

Several masters from the Criminal Department dispersed the crowd, blocked the way for Xiao Zhang to retreat, untied the iron ropes on his body, and went to Xiao Zhang.

Those iron ropes and techniques with a gloomy atmosphere are much worse than those six servants in the Tang family's five kinds of people, but they are faintly inherited and have their own authority.

Xiao Zhang was almost unable to stand firm at this time, where could he avoid these iron cables.

Since you can't avoid it, don't avoid it.

The inability to avoid it does not mean that it is unable to fight again.

He closed his eyes, thinking about which move he should use later to kill one of those Tsing Yi Taoist priests, and then jumped into the river.

Even if he dies, he has to die in line with his name, and he has to be arrogant.

But the next moment, instead of feeling the cold and heavy chains around his neck, he heard a series of dense noises.

The sounds were crisp, obviously the impact of metal, but too crisp, like metal breaking.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that in the light in front of him, there were fragments of iron chains flying everywhere, and they were a little beautiful.

In the depths of those chain fragments, there were some extremely sharp traces, but it was impossible to tell what kind of weapon it was.

The few Tsing Yi Dao people watched the iron chains in the hands of the masters of the Criminal Department break, their pupils shrank, and they swept towards the top of the stone steps.

They ignored the fierce aura that smashed the chains, and the purpose was very clear, that is, to kill Xiao Zhang.

Several extremely dark sword lights stabbed towards Xiao Zhang's vital point at an extremely strange angle.

These Tsing Yi Taoists are from Luoyang Changchun Temple, and they practice the authentic Taoism of the state religion, and in a sense, they are the same door as Chen Changsheng, but I don't know if it is because Changchun Temple has been hidden in the night of history for too many years, and their swordsmanship is even more strange and unpredictable.

But their swords still failed to stab Xiao Zhang to death.

The sound of a dense and crisp metal crash was heard again on the stone steps.

Several extremely deep invisible traces tore through the morning light, leaving an afterimage in the air on the stone steps, looking like a wolf's claw.