Zhou Cong's physique was already different from ordinary people, and with the careful care of Zhao Min, a nine-rank Danshi, he had fully recovered in less than three days. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe first time I went to Zhangjiazhuang, it was because Zhang Wenxiao used Xiaobai as a shield, which made Zhou Cong throw a mouse bogey.

Zhou Cong walked out of the cave and moved his muscles, he felt extremely comfortable, because Zhangjiazhuang no longer had anything to scruple about, and after a crisis, he was more calm, and he decided to go to Zhangjiazhuang once.

"Big brother, you can't go" Xiaobai was a little anxious to stop: "I always feel that Zhangjiazhuang is not so simple. ”

"Oh" Zhou Cong smiled slightly, he always felt that maybe Xiaobai might be haunted by fear, the last time he went to Zhangjiazhuang, it was just Zhang Wenxiao who was slightly better than himself: "What's not simple?"

Xiao Bai shook his head in confusion: "I don't know, it's just that it doesn't feel as simple as it seems!"

"Hehehe" Zhou Cong patted Xiaobai's tiger head and said: "I understand!

Obviously, Zhou Cong meant that Xiaobai was frightened.

"It's not like that......"

Before the little vernacular was finished, he was rudely interrupted by Zhou Cong, and said with a slight face: "Okay, if you don't take revenge on the teacher, I can't sleep at night, and I can't eat easily!"

"But revenge can't be rushed," Xiaobai said eagerly: "Have you forgotten last time." ”

"Last time, I was not guarded, I was not in a hurry, do you have to wait for the enemy to die of old age on his own?" Zhou Cong asked one after another, and his face had already sunk.

"But ......"

Before the little vernacular was finished, Zhou Cong shouted: "Enough, if the teacher does not take revenge, what is the joy of life?

After saying that, Zhou Cong got up and flew in the direction of Zhangjiazhuang.

Xiao Bai hurriedly said loudly: "However, with my cultivation, I was captured with one move!"

Zhou Cong had already walked away, and he might have heard Xiaobai's shout, but he ignored it! Xiaobai had to follow quietly.

Zhangjiazhuang, as in the past, did not become heavily guarded because of Zhou Cong, on the contrary, the village was unusually calm at this time, the huge manor could not see the figure of the person walking, the cold wind swayed, the dead branches on the side of the road, looking along the main road in the village, on the wide square, a flagpole several zhang high, the Zhuang flag above the wind swayed in the whistling, rows of houses, the gate was closed. Only in the center, a tall main hall opened its door, and inside it was black and hollow, like a dormant monster, with its mouth wide open, waiting to devour the rash intruders.

Zhou Cong's figure fell at the door of the main hall, of course he knew that the most powerful people in Zhangjiazhuang lived here. Zhou Cong was just about to move towards the hall.

Suddenly, there was a cold wind blowing behind him: "Hehe, Zhou Gongzi came so early!"

Zhou Cong turned his head suddenly, but saw that in the square in front of the palace, Zhang Wenxiao was lying on the Hu bed with his chest open, holding a paper fan, comfortable and peaceful, obliquely glancing at Zhou Cong, with a smug smile on his face. The four purple-clothed maids around were waiting on the side, and the Zhang family was surrounded by a fan behind them, all of them had a strong aura, as if they were cultivating to the lowest capital realm, and several of the strongest seemed to be on par with Zhang Wenxiao.

Zhou Cong was surprised that so many people appeared silently, but he still smiled lightly and said: "It's not too late for you, and in this weather, I'm afraid you have suffered a lot of freezing!"

Zhang Wenxiao said with a smile: "Yes, everyone has been ready for you for a long time!

Zhou Cong said: "Kill you!"

"Hehehe" Zhang Wenxiao laughed, the fat on the belly of the laugh trembled, and the laughter was out of breath, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world: "Is it just you?"

Zhou Cong nodded indifferently and said, "I'm enough for myself!"

Zhang Wenxiao laughed enough, and suddenly his face turned cold: "The strength of my Zhang family is not what you can imagine?" and then waved his hand behind him.

"Up!"

At the sound of an order, a group of young clansmen rushed up, one by one, like wolves and tigers, with a long breath, and at a glance, they knew that their cultivation was not low.

Eighteen people, eighteen swords, sword qi vertical and horizontal, and the figures are staggered, like a sword net covering Zhou Cong.

Zhou Cong's face was slightly condensed, and the incomparable domineering spirit came out of his body, and the golden halberd was horizontal towards the air.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, Zhou Cong's body sank slightly, and the bluestone ground under his body was broken like powder, and the breeze blew, and a small pit was rolled up on the ground in an instant.

Eighteen enemies all fell like snowflakes.

Zhou Cong held a halberd in his hand, his body was like electricity, and in a flash, the halberd was as fast as a meteor and as fast as lightning.

Burst!

Zhou Cong's speed was like lightning, and the sound hit the west, and the outsiders found that they had already been unable to save him, and pierced the throat of one person, without waiting for the rest of the people to react.

Poof!

Two more people were assassinated, and the rest of them had just landed and stood firm, and the remaining fifteen people couldn't help but retreat when they saw their companions die, their faces like dirt!

For a while, there were those who were stunned and retreated, some were late, and some gritted their teeth to avenge their companions.

More than a dozen people, if they attack together, although they will not win, it is not difficult to protect themselves, but the mistake is wrong, everyone is difficult to be single-minded, fifteen people shouted, but only five people rushed forward, a stab in the head, a stab in the chest, a leg cut, a waist attack, a front and then come, stabbing towards Zhou Conghou's heart.

Zhou Cong was surrounded by enemies on all sides, and he was in danger, only to see a pale golden light flickering on his body, turning his head to avoid the top of his head, flashing his waist and swinging his fist, and kicking out his legs at the same time.

Bang!

One punch smashed one person's sword to the hilt of the sword, and the strength of the fist still seriously injured one person! Both legs also broke the wrists of two people. Suddenly, three screams rang out, but the overhead attack had just arrived, Zhou Cong stretched out his hand and suddenly appeared, pointing to the top of his head, and there was another scream.

The rest of the people were too frightened to move, although their cultivation was not weak, but they were like flowers in a greenhouse, they had never experienced wind and rain, how could they withstand it, Zhou Cong had been killed for a long time, and he was arrogant and domineering.

Zhou Cong held a halberd in his hand and approached the other ten people step by step, and the thick murderous aura made everyone retreat again and again.

Peng, Peng, Peng, Zhou Cong's footsteps were extremely heavy in the hearts of individuals, and every step made them fearful, and Zhou Cong at this time was like the Shura of hell in their eyes, and the heavy footsteps were also like the laughter of hell, affecting their souls.

The closer you are, the greater the oppression.

Peng! Peng! Zhou Cong's face was as cold as ice, and the murderous aura on the battle halberd seemed to pierce the air, and several people couldn't help but feel nervous in their hearts.

The remaining nine disciples looked behind them with sallow faces, and the few people who had cultivated highly.

However, who would dare to move without the owner's order, and who would dare to help?

Zhang Wenxiao was still smiling, his eyes were shining, but he was staring at a purple-clothed maid serving tea, proudly standing on the mountain peak, with fat big hands, groping back and forth on the thighs of a purple-clothed maid from time to time.

The purple-clothed maid shook her slender waist unnaturally, and her flushed face was like a peach blossom in spring. If it weren't for the public, he almost collapsed to the ground, and his delicate red lips opened slightly and murmured: "Master, it's wet!

The situation in the field seems to have nothing to do with Zhang Wenxiao, and anyone's life and death are just a game for him.