Qi Tian gave Zhang Hun the feeling that it was completely the reincarnation of the dead gangster, and there was no difference, the same script, but the dead people were not called by the same name, and the gold was still the pile of gold that could never be used.

Zhang Hun sent an intermediary to find Qi Tian, Qi Tian's first time acting, he was always a little rusty, and his expression was always a little unnatural, the middleman may feel that all kinds of lobbying is still not as real as a pile of gold, so he ordered someone to lift the pile of gold out, a thousand taels of yellow catties, and two of them are a bit of a fuss, but this is still a careful thought specially added by the middleman, just to make this thousand taels appear much heavier than its actual weight.

Sure enough, Qi Tian's reaction made the middleman very satisfied, and naturally money could understand the truth of God, but he still didn't lie to him.

Qi Tian looked at this pile of gold with straight eyes, he was indeed moved by this thousand taels of gold, he had never seen any gold since he was a child, let alone throwing so much gold in front of his eyes at one time, but all he thought at the time was: If there was already this gold, maybe the old beggar who raised him back then would not have died of illness.

Qi Tian nodded sincerely, he really wanted this pile of gold, but he didn't use it for himself, he thought that if he could bury this gold in front of the old beggar's grave, the old beggar would probably be able to look at it.

The golden spirit made the middleman believe in Qi Tian's sincerity, and soon went back to his life.

On the second day, in the ring, the life and death situation was drawn, Qi Tian's movements were even a few points faster than Zhang Hun's, and basically no one needed to persuade him.

Zhang Hun couldn't stop laughing in his heart: What a short-lived ghost who is in a hurry to be reincarnated.

The sound of gongs and drums became more and more urgent, as if they were urging the little ghosts to die.

The two of them are still going back and forth without pain, although they have had hands, but they are not fatal, but Qi Tian's two palms are flat, looking at his posture is completely a fist fight, Zhang Hun doesn't understand why Qi Tian has been unwilling to use his fist, but this kind of question is directly in his heart, because the time he has to wait is coming, the next glance, Zhang Hun grabbed a flaw in Qi Tian, and the dark force on the fist surged, hitting Qi Tian's back heart, in order to highlight his bravery, the strength of his punch, but towards directly smashing through Qi Tian's back heart.

I thought that it would be easy to do the trick again, even if Zhang Hun's fist was connected to Qi Tian's back, it was like a fist smashed on the iron plate, Qi Tian's body didn't even shake it, Zhang Hun was frightened, and immediately jumped away from Qi Tian's side, he knew that he had encountered a hard slot this time, if he didn't move away from him quickly, he was afraid that he would be countered by Qi Tian's back.

Zhang Hun stood two feet away, looked at Qi Tian and said, "I can't imagine that such shallow water is still hiding a small dragon crossing the river." ”

Qi Tian smiled: "Tiande for four years, occupying people's fields, Tiande for six years, forcibly humiliating other people's wives and daughters, Zhang Dao is also a big harm to the mountain tiger." ”

When Zhang Hun saw this person digging out his old accounts, he knew that he was prepared, but now that he was in the ring, life and death had been established, and he finally had to show his true chapter in front of people.

Zhang Hun's face was cold: "At a young age, it's not good to do something serious, but I like to help others turn over old accounts, if you do too much of this kind of thing, you will lose your life." ”

Qi Tiandao: "Zhang Dao handle, you can rest assured, the younger generation is still healthy now, and there is no worry about life for the time being." ”

Zhang Hun said: "Oh? Isn't this too early? Someone is coming! Raise the knife!"

Zhang Hun raised his knife as soon as he roared, and the whole ring trembled, and those who were familiar with him knew that Zhang Dao had a killing intent.

A pig iron knife was carried up by four people, and the four big men were already sweating profusely when they were carried into the ring.

Zhang Hun held the handle of the knife with one hand, and with a slight twist of his wrist, the pig iron knife was gently raised by him.

He said to Qi Tian: "Zhang is not talented, he has been in and out of the rivers and lakes for more than 30 years, and he has always been a leader with strength, I wonder if the little brother can resist my broken dragon knife?"

After that, Zhang Hun threw the pig iron knife in his hand onto the table, and with a bang, he cut off half of the ring.

attracted the audience around Lei Tai to applaud in unison, I saw Zhang Hun fighting in the ring before, but the gangsters always died without being stabbed twice, and this time it really opened their eyes.

The White Blade Society has been famous here for a long time, and it is definitely not by relying on Zhang Hun to kill a few Xiao Hun to gain a firm foothold, and secretly Zhang Hun has also gone through several bloody battles to get today's status, and killing the little gangsters is just a trick for him to make a name for himself.

He has always had a principle, hiding the front in front of people, hiding clumsy behind people, and he will always be a head shorter than others on the bright side, but secretly, that is the field where he shows his fangs.

The main reason why he does not abide by this principle today is a premonition.

From the moment that punch hit Qi Tian's back, he had an ominous premonition, which made him have to break this rule.

An inexplicable crisis has been haunting him, but judging from Qi Tian's appearance, it doesn't look like he has cultivated to a high level.

Qi Tian flicked his hand: "It seems that Zhang Dao is ready to fight with me?"

Zhang Hun said: "The life and death situation has been decided, if you don't spill some blood on this stage today, wouldn't it make martial arts people see all the jokes." ”

Qi Tiandao: "The younger generations are not talented, and they just happened to practice a force method, that is, how about fighting courage and comparing the strength with the knife handle?"

Zhang Hun couldn't ask for it in his heart, if Qi Tian used any other body and dexterous exercises, his broken dragon knife would be powerful and heavy, and most of them would suffer a loss, but if it was compared to strength, he Zhang Hun had never been afraid of anyone.

Zhang Hun said: "Then don't blame me for bullying the martial arts queen!"

As soon as the words were finished, Zhang Hun stared at the tiger, and the broken dragon knife was immediately started, and the sound of the knife was like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, and it went straight to Qi Tian's face.

Qi Tian lifted his palms lightly, and ran towards the Broken Dragon Knife, seeing that Qi Tian was still using his palms, Zhang Hun was almost about to laugh out loud in his heart, he would bloody this future life in this battle.

If the palm is strong, only fight brute force, there is absolutely no fist to be domineering, Zhang Hun knows this very well, and it is obvious that most of the future life in front of him will die under his knife because of impatience, he began to sympathize with Qi Tian, and there are too many young people who don't know how to do it.

The knife palms were connected, and the dragon and the tiger pounced together for the first time, and he Qi Tian slapped the knife with one palm, and at this time, Qi Tian's unexpected move made Zhang Hun sweat profusely in an instant.

The moment Qi Tian's palm hit the broken dragon knife, his fingers bent, and he turned his palm into a fist.

Zhang Hun's knife happened to be close to Qi Tian's shoulder, and at this time, Zhang Hun was eager to cut again, even if he couldn't take Qi Tian's head, it was cost-effective to remove one of his hands.

However, to his surprise at this time, Zhang Hun's knife was old, and his chest was also facing Qi Tian's fist at this time, if he continued, he would inevitably suffer extremely serious internal injuries, Qi Tian used his fist for the first time in front of his eyes, he didn't know the strength of this punch, although this knife could remove Qi Tian's left hand, but his right fist was still there, but it was still a big threat, if his inner house was injured, then there would only be a point of being slaughtered, and under the balance of the two, Zhang Hun came to a conclusion: It's not cost-effective!

Zhang Hun immediately withdrew his knife hand, and his left hand tightly grasped the back of the broken dragon knife, and he wanted to use the blade of the broken dragon knife to take Qi Tian's punch.

Boom!

smashed a fist on Zhang Hun's knife body, Zhang Hun underestimated the strength, and the remaining force hit the wooden board of the ring directly, Zhang Hun could not bear this force, and his feet directly broke the wooden board, and Zhang Hun in the ring was immediately shorter.

Zhang Hun was shocked in his heart, at the age of his early twenties, he actually had such a strong fist power, although Zhang Hun was a little embarrassed at this time, but at this time the huge force had been unloaded, but he was no longer worried, the broken dragon knife was in the front gear, how could a pair of meat fists smash open the iron pass.

Qi Tian looked down at Zhang Hun at this time and said: "I just said that I want to say that my predecessors are more powerful, and I just finished my hot fist, and this time is just like the previous one!"

At this time, Zhang Hun's gaze happened to be facing the sun, and he couldn't see it very clearly, but he seemed to see a trace of red light coming out of Qi Tian's fist.

The huge power of the Broken Dragon Knife made Zhang Hun lift his mind again, Zhang Hun said: "My Broken Dragon Knife is made of more than 200 catties of pig iron. ”

Zhang Hun's legs were firmly planted on the ground, and the force started from his feet, and he was no longer strong, such a situation was absolutely impossible for them to make any breakthrough in their fists.

He is so sure, and years of experience in the rivers and lakes have taught him that no one can make a move with a fist on such a terrain.

Then the experience of the rivers and lakes is the experience of the rivers and lakes after all, but the dragon crossing the river comes from the vast sea.

Qi Tian raised his fist lightly, slammed it hard, and with a bang, more than two hundred catties of pig iron broke the dragon knife, and it was broken into two in response.

The fist wind was like a dragon, and the scraping knife with two truncated knives slammed directly into Zhang Hun's chest.

Tong!

The red fist smashed open Zhang Hun's chest, and the two severed knives were attached to Qi Tian's hand, and they were also inserted into Zhang Hun's chest.

Zhang Hun's hands still maintained the posture of raising the knife, his mouth was slightly open, it seemed that there was still no time to call out any voice, everything came too fast, and there was no fear in his eyes.

Zhang Hun, the knife handle of the White Blade Society that has been powerful for decades, actually died violently in the hands of a twenty-year-old young descendant, and no one thought that Zhang Hun was not the enemy of this posterity.

Just as Zhang Hun didn't have time to react to his death, none of the people around the ring reacted, Zhang Hun invited almost all the martial arts people he knew around him to come over for this momentum, not to mention the villagers who came from ten miles and eight towns to see Zhang Hun's divine power.

Crowded with people, the evil sparrow was silent, everyone thought that this was just another good show of Zhang Hun playing monkeys, but who would have expected that Zhang Hun, who had played monkeys all his life, would be killed by monkeys!

The shock weighed on the hearts of everyone present, and they were completely speechless.

Qi Tian slowly pulled his fist out of Zhang Hun's chest, and the blood on his fist flowed down his hand, making a gurgling sound, and several people who stood close to him were numb when they heard it.

The plasma on the fist flowed out, and Qi Tian's fist still did not change the fiery red color.