Zeng Haoheng's face changed greatly.

Two people fight, one is engrossed in the battle without the slightest distraction, and the other can still spare the energy to count how many moves the other person makes...... The magnitude of the gap is clear at a glance.

Without waiting for him to answer, Pan Long made a move.

His figure was like a ghost, suddenly appeared in front of Zeng Haoheng, and raised his hand with a wave.

This swing seems to be an understatement, and it seems that there is no strength at all, but at this moment, the third master of the Zeng family's contemporary generation flew out with a hula, hung on a nearby copper pillar, and was tied up by a hemp rope from nowhere.

It was only then that he came to his senses and realized that he had failed.

It's just that...... He didn't even have time to understand how he had been defeated, and his face was full of confusion.

The hemp rope that Pan Long bought to tie the goods when he was buying rice, flour, grain and oil, tied him firmly to the copper pillar, just like those Ice Plains tribes who had broken their hands and feet and were burned to death.

He struggled hard, but he couldn't break free.

With his strength, he shouldn't have been like this, even if the internal force couldn't be used, with the strength of his muscles alone, he could tear this hemp rope into seventeen or eighteen sections.

But whenever he wanted to exert force, he felt a force vibrating at the position of his muscle joints, so that not only could he not urge the internal force, but he could not even use his own brute force.

He opened his mouth, but he only opened and closed them in vain, unable to make a sound.

With that move just now, Pan Long ordered seven or eight acupoints for this old man.

Point points are not a profound martial art, and they are of little use to masters above the congenital level - after the congenital body is different, the meridian acupoints will change, and the traditional point point method will become invalid.

However, Pan Long forcibly punched his true qi into Zeng Hao's meridians, blocking his internal breath circulation with his pure true qi. Unless this old man can make a breakthrough on the spot, truly comprehend the subtle realm, and digest and absorb Pan Long's true qi, even if someone comes to save him, he can only poke seven or eight blood holes in his body to expel those true qi from the wound.

To be honest, with Zeng's arrogant kung fu, normally speaking, he shouldn't have lost so quickly.

But Pan Long is determined to stand up, not only to win, but also to win beautifully, to win cleanly.

It's best to have a flash sale.

So just now, he used the half-hung "Heavenly Demon Disintegration" that he had figured out based on the "explosion of qi and blood". Fighting internal injuries, he forcibly burst out his true qi, and in an instant, his speed increased to more than twice that of ordinary battles.

The effect of this was immediate, Zeng Hao, who could have blocked him at least three or five moves, was taken down by him with one move, not to mention resisting resistance, and even until he was tied to a copper pillar, he reacted "I am defeated".

And the price Pan Long paid was a sharp pain in the internal organs of the meridians.

At this moment, on his character panel, there are only a little more than eighty percent of his health left.

In just an instant, nearly twenty percent of lives were lost.

(If you have the opportunity, you still have to learn the more serious "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa", this kind of direct explosion of true qi is too cost-effective!)

Pan Long muttered in his heart.

But the effect of his Liwei is also very significant.

Seeing that Zeng Haoheng couldn't even block a move, everyone in Zengjiazhuang was suddenly shocked, and those outsiders who were watching were talking about it.

"Where the hell did this man come from, and why is he so powerful?"

"I heard him say that he is from Yizhou, what is it called 'Yiwenxia', this name is really strange!"

"Yizhou...... Isn't it the 'Suishan Sword Saint' Ren Changsheng? Our Great Xia has been founded for thousands of years, and there is such a genuine immortal...... Yizhou is really very special! I have the opportunity to go to Yizhou to study, and maybe I can also learn some magic skills!"

"I don't know where this person comes from, is it related to Ren Jiansheng?"

"How can it be related! That's an immortal, how can a mortal have anything to do with an immortal?"

"In my opinion...... Zeng's family...... I'm afraid it's not going to be easy......"

"No, the Zeng family has two real masters. Especially the old ancestor has been famous for almost two hundred years, even against the previous Sword Saint, he may not lose!"

"But people won't come all the way from Yizhou to this Liaodong to find death, right?"

“...... That's right......"

Compared with the discussions of the spectators, everyone in the Zeng family was panicked.

Although they had already guessed that Zeng Haoheng was most likely not an opponent, they did not expect that the gap between the two sides would be so big.

In the blink of an eye, the two people who seemed to be fighting evenly just now had not only been divided into high and low, but even the one who lost had been tied up, as if they were waiting to be burned to death......

Zeng Haoheng is still like this, what about them?

captured Zeng Haoheng with one move, Pan Long did not stop there, but took a step forward without hurrying or slow.

As he walked, he said in a deep voice: "I thought that the Zeng family dared to do such a hurtful thing as burning the living and provoking a war, even if it was extremely vicious, at least it should have some ability." Now it seems that you are bad enough, but you are really not good. ”

"I don't know how many people in this Zeng family are qualified to charge me a penny?"

When he said this, everyone in the Zeng family blushed and turned white, and their anger surged, but they didn't dare to attack.

The gap in strength is obvious, and the weak are slapped in the face, and they can only consider themselves unlucky.

But the Zeng family is not all weak.

At least, there are people who consider themselves not weakling.

As soon as Pan Long's words fell, he heard a lazy voice say: "This old brother, although I also admit that our Zeng family is indeed not a good person, whether it is hurtful or evil, I admit all these charges. But we can be so bad, not just by lip service, but also by strength behind it. ”

Hearing this voice, the faces of everyone in the Zeng family suddenly turned bloody, as if a person had been sentenced to death, had been escorted to the execution ground, and was about to be shot, when he suddenly heard a notice on the radio that was not "preparing for execution", but "receiving an urgent notice, new and important evidence has been found in this case, and it needs to be remanded for retrial."

The ups and downs of mood in an instant are enough for people who are not so healthy to have a cerebral hemorrhage directly.

Pan Long had really seen this situation in his previous life, when there were many bigwigs in his city who were once high-ranking people who were collectively hung street lamps, and one of them found out that he had a habit of donating blood regularly before he was executed - this habit saved his life.

Charitable donations can offset taxes, so the Interim Government does not accept this as a mitigation of the penalty. But unpaid blood donation can.

Eventually, the man was sentenced to death, but he needed to get out of the hospital before he could serve his sentence.

Because when he learned that he didn't have to die, he immediately fell ill and collapsed.

Later, Pan Long once saw him in a scenic spot, this person was pardoned by the big federal government, and he saw through the red dust between life and death, and became a monk in the temple of the scenic spot......