After all, Zhuge Wuhui, the tall and thin internal guard, is a first-class master, and his martial arts knowledge is extraordinary, and he sees that although Fengzi is very quick to avoid, he is actually very embarrassed, even if he sees the weakness of his martial arts, it is just that his internal strength is too strong, and the other fists and feet are really not enough. Zhuge Wuhui shook his head and said lightly: "The rumors in the rivers and lakes are really not believable. With a cold snort, his left palm shook forward, and his right palm suddenly turned out, and with a "snap" sound, he hit Feng Zidu's right flank.

Fengzi saw Zhuge Wuhui slapping his palm, the palm shadow in front of him was fluttering, and the clouds covered the fog barrier, and he really couldn't tell which palm was a real hit and which palm was a feint, so he hurriedly stepped to the left side in a panic, wanting to dodge. The right palm turned over, but it hit it quickly and incoherently, Fengzi was caught off guard, and suddenly the right flank was hit by the oblique palm hair, and he screamed in pain, involuntarily, and his body only staggered to the side and fell out. Fortunately, he has the unphased true qi in his body and the latent luck flows endlessly, the external force attacks, the stronger the stronger, and when he touches it, he counterattacks and dissolves most of the external forces, otherwise with the wonder of Zhuge Wuhui's palm move, the weight of the palm power, Fengzi Duyan will not be seriously injured?

Fengzi was so painful that he almost couldn't breathe, the black film in his eyes soared, and he stopped walking, only to feel that there seemed to be water leaking from the corners of his mouth, and he reached out to wipe it, but he saw that his hands were full of blood, and he couldn't help but be angry in an instant, and he thought hatefully: "This bamboo pole is also ferocious, and it is either dead or injured when it is shot." It seems that I will not be spared from breaking off with Brother Wu today. "Secretly made up his mind, even if he was going to be killed in the mountain behind this Medicine King Valley, he would pull one or two Ouchi guards to cushion the bottom of the corpse anyway, and it was best to be able to entangle Zhuge Wuhui and the other four, so that Brother Wu could take advantage of the chaos to escape down the mountain.

This disciple of Wei Dao Fist Sect has no organic heart, and he was deceived and inadvertently involved in the biggest whirlpool of right and wrong in the martial arts, just because he wanted to avenge his teacher, and he didn't have the slightest conjecture about the so-called treasures of the previous dynasty. Since Feng Zidu set foot in the rivers and lakes, he has never seen a man with such an upright and honest temperament, thinking that even if he is doomed, he will help Brother Wu escape from the mountain, how can he let him suddenly throw his life in this barren mountain and wilderness?

Zhong Yuanchang, the inner guard who had been standing on the side of the mountain on the left side to watch the battle, with two mustaches on his lips, saw that Fengzi had been beaten by Zhuge Wuhui until he vomited blood with only three strokes, and secretly resented, and thought: "With this kid's martial arts, how can he be able to fight in and out of the Nanchang Mansion Prison and come and go freely? Not to mention that there are still five hundred elite soldiers and strong generals stationed there? Fuck, the brothers and others usually boast that they are invincible in the world, but who knows that they are all rice bucket waste." "Gritting his teeth, his heart is only very depressed.

It turned out that the brothers and other guards who fought with Fengzi in prison were all subordinates under the direct management of Zhong Yuanchang. In front of everyone's eyes in the Nanchang Mansion Prison, Feng Zidu was killed and injured and many people escaped. After Emperor Qianlong got the retribution, he was also furious for Long Yan, and after scolding everyone fiercely, he ordered Zhuge Wuhui, who was walking beside him, to personally control it, and lead the guards to go to various places, so as to capture Fengzi and return to Beijing, otherwise everyone will be punished for their crimes. Zhuge Wuhui was a first-class martial arts master, and he didn't dare to slack off at the moment, and after bidding farewell to the head of Chaha, he was ordered to lead Zhong Yuanchang and others to leave the capital overnight.

Now that he saw that Fengzi was injured, Zhong Yuanchang said loudly: "Mr. Zhuge , it's not early, we have to take down this kid surnamed Feng as soon as possible and return to Beijing to restore his life, so as not to have too many dreams at night and have unprovoked troubles." Hearing this, Zhuge Wuhui glanced at the mountain up and down, sighed secretly, and said, "Brother Zhong is very right. No matter what, everyone has a knife hanging on their heads, and they can't care about any morality at the moment. In fact, after he saw that Feng Zi was in his body enough to kill the lion and kill the tiger, he was able to stand upright, although he only used six points of strength, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked, at this time he knew that Feng Zidu's martial arts were true, if he was wise and foolish, the rumors on the rivers and lakes were true, and he must not take a peek at the kid in front of him.

Zhong Yuan often heard, where did he know the clue inside? Deng immediately jumped up, suddenly jumped in front of Feng Zidu, laughed, and shouted: "Boy, look at my punch." However, it was said that it was one punch, but the two fists hit one after another, and there were as many as seven or eight punches in a row.