Zhan Zhao's left hand suddenly reached out, grabbed the stick, pulled it hard, pulled the man over, reached out with his left hand, grabbed the man's collar, took the man around, and pushed back!

The yacha behind him just raised the stick again and smashed it down, and smashed it directly on the back of the yacha, the yacha suddenly screamed, Zhanzhao took a step back, and sneered, "Yohe, I actually beat my own people, hehe!"

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd around them, and then everyone's faces turned a little frightened, and there was a look of pity in their eyes.

Although it made these two yacha very happy, but this young man in front of him who was as rich as jade was afraid that he was going to suffer!

"You bastard, how dare you do this to me!" said the smashed yacha, whose face turned pale, and he roared angrily, while the other yacha raised his stick and smashed it at Zhanzhao again.

"I really don't remember my surname at all!" Zhan Zhao's left hand reached out, and the stick on the ground fell into his hand as if there was a thread pulling it, and he held the stick in one hand, blocking the stick of the yacha, and at this moment, everyone was stunned!

"Good boy, how did I see that the young man reached out and grabbed it, and the stick went directly to his hand......"

"Is he an immortal?"

Everyone talked about it, even the two yacha's faces changed, after Zhanzhao blocked the yacha's stick, the internal force of his left hand was transported, and with a slight shock, he directly shook the yacha's stick away, and with the stick in his left hand, he smashed the two yacha with his head and face, "You two bastards, you dare to smash me, you are impatient!"

Zhan Zhao shot mercilessly, looking at the appearance of the two officials who began to be arrogant, he knew that he usually harmed the people, and he would definitely not be a good person, and Zhan Zhao did not have any guilt in his heart!

The stick smashed down on the head and covered the face, directly smashing the two people into pigs' heads, and the faces of the onlookers changed endlessly, with both joy and worry.

The joy is that these two yacha don't know how many people they have beaten with a fox and a fake tiger, and they are naturally very happy to be dealt with by someone, but at the same time, they also have a trace of worry about this young man who beats people with sticks.

Zhan Zhao threw down the stick suddenly, stepped forward, kicked a person out, and fell straight to the crowd, the crowd was shocked, and immediately retreated, Zhan Zhao stepped a little, his figure flashed, and he rushed out in an instant, landed in front of the yacha, stretched out his right foot, and stepped heavily on the man's back, so that he couldn't get up.

And the other yacha hurriedly rushed to the yamen.

"Now, are you going to beat me again?" Zhan Zhao smiled coldly.

"You dare to beat me, you are dead!" The yacha's eyes showed a sense of fear, more of a look of resentment.

Zhan Zhao stretched out his hand, pulled out the man's collar, and under the operation of internal force, he directly threw the man from the wall in front of the yamen, "Then I'll see how I died!"

The faces of the onlookers were extremely pale, and a middle-aged man hurriedly walked out and said hurriedly, "This little brother, let's go quickly! Don't stay here any longer, the yamen will definitely send more catchers to arrest you!"

Zhan Zhao shook his head gently, why is it like this every time, many people persuade me to leave, but no one is willing to come out and resist!

With a light sigh, Zhan Zhao turned his head to look at the yamen and strode over.

Everyone was stunned and shouted, "Little brother, don't go, little brother......"

Zhan Zhao's steps were not fast, and when he just walked to the yamen, at least fifteen or sixteen yacha rushed out of the yamen, surrounding Zhan Zhao, and one of the people dressed as headhunters snorted coldly, "You have the guts of a dog, you dare to come here to make trouble, you just don't want to live, come and take it down for me, and fight to death!"

All the officials obeyed the order and gathered around.

The crowd of onlookers around couldn't help but sigh, and many of them closed their eyes, as if they couldn't bear to look at what was happening below.

Zhan Zhao snorted coldly, did not retreat but advanced, and directly smashed an approaching yacha with a punch and flew out, knocked down four or five people with the trend, flew up with a kick, kicked a yacha on the right, turned around, dodged a blow, and smashed out of the Juque sword with a scabbard horizontally, hitting three people, stepping on a footstep, a backflip, flashing a few attacks, and rubbing himself again.

It was only a dozen seconds, and all the yacha were smashed away by Zhanzhao, and the onlookers who didn't close their eyes all widened their eyes.

Then Zhan Zhao stepped forward quickly, one by one, and threw all those yamen into the yamen.

Zhan Zhao roared angrily, "Tell your prefect to get out and see me!"

The onlookers all opened their eyes and couldn't help but be a little surprised to see that Zhan Zhao was unharmed, and those who didn't close their eyes hurriedly explained to them.

Everyone was stunned and whispered.

"Looks like a young knight...... Well played!" someone admired.

"However, you can't be an enemy of a government...... "There are also concerns about it."

The person who had persuaded Zhan Zhao just now hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Little brother, I can also see that you have kung fu, but as the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, there is only one little brother, and there are at least dozens of yacha, no matter how high the little brother's martial arts are, how many people can he beat?"

Zhan Zhao waved his hand, signaled that it was okay, turned his head and asked, "What is the name of the prefect here?"

"It's called Meng Liangde......" the man asked strangely, "Little brother asked what he was doing here, it would be better to leave quickly." ”

Zhan Zhao waved his hand, his anger sank, and he suddenly shouted, "Meng Liangde, get out and see me!"

The sound was rolling, directly shaking everyone stupid, Zhanzhao sighed lightly, stretched out his hand, and threw the person who persuaded him into the crowd with soft strength.

"Dare to insult the prefect in the street, it's just impatient!" Suddenly, a figure flashed, and at the same time, a cold light drew out, slashing horizontally at Zhanzhao's neck, Zhanzhao snorted coldly, the giant sword was not unsheathed, it was sent straight out, and a circle was drawn, Tai Chi Sword!

Although his understanding of Taijiquan is not as good as Zhang Sanfeng's, during this time, Zhanzhao has also continued to practice Taijiquan and Taijijian, at least above the moves, he can barely calculate.

With a ding, Han Mang paused, and was directly pressed down by Zhanzhao's giant sword, which was a scimitar, and a person also appeared in front of Zhanzhao.

This person is dressed in an official robe, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, and a lean body, which seems to be able to burst out of energy at any time. High nose and deep eyes, thin lips and thin face.

Zhan Zhao frowned slightly, this person's face was grim, he didn't look like a good person at all, and he was actually worthy of being an official?

"Kung Fu is good!" the man sneered, "No wonder you dare to come to the prefect's gate to spread wild, but, in this Jingxiang Nine Counties, how old are you? If you are a dragon, you have to coil me, if you are a tiger, you have to lie down for me, and you dare to go wild, it is simply looking for death!"

"Fuck you!"

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