So, he struck. However, the result was not exactly the same as he imagined www.biquge.info his fist may have been taken by the sleeve and missed, but it was just brushing the forehead of the demon king of the world, Hong Tianbao.

However, he is indeed a person of courage! His actions were completely unexpected by the Demon King of the Mixed World, Hong Tianbao. Because, this person has been dominant in Jiangzhou City for more than 30 years, and no one dares to let go of a fart. And today, he, a witch doctor who sells dog skin plasters, dared to defy the world's condemnation and openly beat him with his fists!

Although his fist did not completely hit the target, with his courage, he was already the first person in Jiangzhou City, and it was not easy! As a result, the dozen or so people were all on it, and they punched and kicked, but they didn't beat him well; it was just a few kicks in his buttocks, and after that, he ran away!

However, among those dozen or so people, there were seven or eight people who had broken their hands and feet! In this way, Master Wen's fist was quite passable. However, he never imagined that these people were the masters who could not be provoked, and they would not give up if they did not make good people crippled and the living people dead!

That night, Wen Qiang came to a Dragon King Temple inn in Jiangzhou City to rest and sleep. After eating, he was about to go to bed, but unexpectedly, there were twenty or thirty people, carrying bright steel knives, silently rushing up from the hall downstairs. Fortunately, he was about to open the window to let in the stuffy air, when he saw the man who had broken his wrist in the afternoon, the fellow with a mole on his face and a handful of hair on the mole, carrying his folded hand around his neck with a white cloth, and leading the people into the inn where he was staying.

Seeing that the situation was not good, he turned around and prepared to run, who would have expected that the striker had already arrived at the door! With a bang, the door was kicked open, and the people who came were not as patient as the group of people he met when he set up a stall on the street in the afternoon, and they didn't bother to say a word, and they slashed with their knives.

After all, he has two hands and a knife, and his strength is weak; the most regrettable thing is that his knife skills are only ordinary among the ordinary. Therefore, in the face of the surging fast knives, in the face of the chaotic slashing, and the gate has been blocked!

In a few moments he was slashed and covered in stab wounds, drenched in blood, and seeing that he was certain to die, at last he suddenly shouted:

"Stop, don't cut it anymore!" he said, "you can take all this plaster money!"

And the man with the broken arm around his neck with a white cloth shook his head, "It's late!" he said, "Now, it's not money that can save your life!"

"Then you guys are too unreasonable!" Wen Qiang just wanted to delay some time, hoping that God would be merciful and inspire a good man to save him, he said, "I really didn't get any money to sell it in the afternoon, otherwise, I will sell it for another day tomorrow and sell all the dog skin plasters at a low price, and I won't want a penny of the money I earn at that time, and I will personally send it to Uncle Hong's mansion, you see if this will work!"

The man still shook his head, "Don't waste any time," he said, "You'd better die early and die sooner!" and as he said that, he waved his unbroken arm and motioned for everyone to get to work.

"Stop!" But just as they were about to slash at him again with their bloody steel knives, they suddenly heard him shouting hoarsely, and they stopped involuntarily.

"Damn, the man with the severed hand in the white cloth roared, shouting, "Ignore him, hurry up, Uncle Hong is still waiting for us to go back to drink!"

So, the sword light and sword shadow surged towards him like a storm. Seeing this, Wen Qiang had no choice but to fight for his life, he roared, waved the steel knife in his hand, and slashed aimlessly! However, when he calmed down, he was surprised to find that the room had long been quiet, but he was still screaming and slashing like crazy.

However, when he looked more closely, he was even more astonished! It turned out that all these killers were lying on the ground -- dead! And on the throat of every dead man, there was a bloody gash about three inches long and half a minute wide, and blood gushed out of it like a spring.

When he saw this, he was really taken aback, and thought to himself: Could it be that all these people committed suicide! However, when he became more sober, he suddenly found that there was a tall swordsman in the room, who was sheathing his sword, and with a very calm expression, as if nothing had happened, and his eyes were as calm as autumn water. The stubble on his cheeks was like weeds on the Western Plateau, not too thick, but not too sparse, but very eye-catching;

"Hero, did you save me?" Wen Qiang asked with great gratitude.

The other party did not answer.

"Hero, please leave your name!" he added.

The other man still did not reply, but, just as he was about to walk out of the gate that had been broken by the bandits, he stopped suddenly, but did not look back, but said coldly:

"If you don't leave, the people of the Demon King Hong Tianbao may come more than this time!"

So, in a panic, he took the severed steel knife and followed the swordsman away. When the two jumped out of the Jiangzhou city wall, Wen Qiang took the initiative to say his name to the other party, he said: "My name is Wen Qiang, I am under the Emei faction Master Haimiao, and now I am saving the dead and helping the wounded on the rivers and lakes, selling some dog skin plasters!"

The other party walked vigorously, and only after a while did he say a word: "My name is Nanjian!"

"Oh!" Wen Qiang was very surprised, he shouted, "It turns out that Your Excellency is, the famous invincible Southern Sword in the world, admired for a long time!"

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"Time flies so fast" Wen Qiang took Nan Jian's hand, Nan Jian held Ren Siyun's hand, Wen Qiang said with emotion, "It's been five or six years since I flicked my fingers!"

Nan Jian smiled slightly, this kind of smile was a flash in the pan for a person like him, who had always looked cold, "Yes, time flies so fast!" he said, "Brother Wen, what are you doing to make a fortune now!"

"Ha, ha, ha, what good business can there be!" he said with a smile, "What Master has taught me must not be wasted like that! Since the incident in Jiangzhou City last time I went back to Jiangzhou, I have thought about it for a long time, although I can make a few dollars by selling dog skin plasters, but after all, it is begging for food on the knife edge, and it is unpredictable; therefore, I later decided that I would still stay in my hometown Cowherd Town to sit in the museum, accept a few apprentices, teach both hands hard kung fu, and get some easy money to come freely and steadily. ”

As he spoke, they had entered a fork in the alley, and at the same time, they suddenly heard a humming sound of martial arts training in front of them. So, he pointed to a courtyard in front of him with a wide open gate and said, "When you arrive, that courtyard is it!"

At this time, Nan Jian and Ren Siyun also saw from the gate of the courtyard that there were more than a dozen young men inside, they were wearing the same style of white cloth sweatshirts, and they were in the courtyard, playing sandbags, walking fists and feet, dancing knives and swords, which was very lively. (To be continued.) )