Yuan Lai was looking at the pages of Jingyi articles and was worried, and suddenly there was a loud noise, so frightened that he threw away all the books, and he was in doubt, looking at Xu Rui next to him.

At this time, Xu Rui had already put down the teacup, and while his expression was calm, he was also like a dry stone, and when Yuan looked at it, it was stiff.

I only heard Xu Rui muttering: "The martial artists in the world, whether they can open the sky depends on the old horseman." ”

Yuan Lai didn't know what was going on, but when he heard it, it was like a bolt from the blue, and he asked in astonishment, "Could it be ...... Is that Mr. Zhang?"

Before Xu Rui was promoted to Daxian, he knew Zhang Wu, but the two did not have a similar temperament, and they had a lot of quarrels when they met, but fortunately, both of them were open-minded, and they had a good relationship for so many years.

Xu Rui had long known that Zhang Wu wanted to open up a new sky, and listening to this movement, it seemed that the time had come.

At this time, the Zhihu Bridge was broken from the middle, and the gravel was splashed everywhere, Zhang Wu stood on the surface of the inland river, but his breath did not leak out, like an old yellow stone. The man in black on the bridge had already fled to the other side, alongside the big guys.

But at this time, everyone was staring at Zhang Wu deadly. But Zhang Wu didn't like to be stared at all the time, so he walked with his fists, and actually rushed straight to a group of big guys who didn't look easy to mess with.

One of the middle-aged men in a python robe said with a smile: "Old horseman, I have long wanted to meet you, everyone says that you are a genius, and Lao Tzu can't get used to your appearance of looking down on people." After speaking, Yang Guogong, who has been a powerful spear for decades, stepped forward, his breath was vigorous, as if a landslide, and even the python robe on his body was torn, he despised it, but there was no ambiguity on his hands and feet, otherwise, how could a three-in-three martial artist even break his clothes, it was obvious that he was going all out, and he couldn't care about face.

Yang Guogong's step was extremely steady, Zhang Wu didn't care, a punch hit, as soon as the two of them fought, the ground shattered, and it sank down, but it was Zhang Wu who pressed Yang Guogong and put his body directly into the pit. Zhang Wu's fist was gone, and he turned around to deal with the tricky oil-paper umbrella.

The woman in the palace costume was extremely ruthless, and the faint cold light on the oil-paper umbrella flickered, and she was unforgiving. The others were still waiting, but they were all secretly preparing, because the woman's realm was low, and she was definitely not Zhang Wu's opponent.

Sure enough, Zhang Wu just turned his fist into a claw, grabbed the oil-paper umbrella and threw it to the side, and the woman was thrown out involuntarily, and Zhang Wu also seized the opportunity and kicked her ass hard.

"I'm going to kill you!!," the woman's voice drifted away, and she was thrown into the sky, as if she were flying into the distance.

At this time, Yang Guogong finally pulled himself out of the pit, his face was a little stupid, and he didn't say anything more. Zhang Wu's breath was still like that, like an old Huangshi, and it became more and more silent, but his fist power was even deeper, and he rushed towards the poor sour scholar with an abacus without stopping.

I saw that the poor scholar flicked his abacus slightly, and a thick white mist appeared around Zhang Wu's body, and there was a scream in the fog, and there was a beast roar of unknown meaning. However, Zhang Wu was not disturbed at all, and still directly took the poor scholars.

The scholar had no choice but to lean over to the python-robed man next to him. This person is Dingguo Gong, seeing that the poor scholar's methods are not working, he shook his head slightly, and also clenched his fists on the top, the two fists were opposed, and with a jam, Ding Guogong's face changed dramatically, and he retreated, covering his fists. His expression was a little heavy.

Only when you really match it, can you feel that incomparable power, as if the whole mountain is pressing, but it is only condensed into a small fist.

At this time, everyone noticed that this old man, who was less than seven feet tall and whose limbs were not strong, was like a big mountain, pressing on their hearts.

The middle-aged Taoist with the three-feather crown is actually the strongest one among the all, because he is the elder of the Sanqingmen who holds the bull's ear of the Taoist. At this time, he also understood that everyone else was not Zhang Wu's enemy, including a few who hadn't made a move yet.

There was no way, the middle-aged Taoist had to do it. I saw him open his mouth slightly, spit out a cyan big tripod from his mouth, three legs and two ears, as soon as he appeared, he flew into the air, and slanted towards Zhang Wu, Zhang Wu did not panic, but a calm punch hit it, and Qing Ding flew higher, but he never thought that Qing Ding actually flew back at a faster speed, as if he vowed to suppress Zhang Wu. At this time, Zhang Wucai's face became excited, he took a step back slightly, and the breath on his body actually boiled slightly, but as Zhang Wu stepped forward, his breath fell silent again.

Zhang Wu's fist did not sink, but from the bottom to the top, the muscles were strong, and the moment it came into contact with Qingding, the strength exploded, and Qingding actually let out a wailing sound and flew back to the Taoist.

And the aura on Zhang Wu's body became more and more calm......