When he walked up to the high ground, everyone looked at him differently.

"The Master Ying's martial arts are so great, I admire him. The Master Ying's master Ying's ability to make selfless contributions and has such courage to fight alone in the dragon and eliminate harm to the people. He is really a hero. He deserves the word "hero." The old man who just praised Zeng Yunfeng came out again and stood up again to say.

Zeng Yunfeng looked at the old man and didn't say anything. He didn't know how to say anything about the civil servants who surrendered to the Yuan court. Everyone has their own ambitions. After all, they are under the roof, so how can they not bow their heads?

You have to eat and live.

At that time, he had a relative of his elder who served as an official in the Yuan Dynasty, but at that time his name was Chen Yanqing.

"I'm too rewarded, this is the duty of my Beggars' Sect to be chivalrous."

Zeng Yunfeng bowed and was about to leave, "Will the Lord Ying join the celebration banquet?"

Zeng Yunfeng glanced at the old man, smiled faintly, and refused: "If you haven't done your best, how dare you attend the celebration banquet!"

"I haven't done my best!" The people next to me were stunned when they heard Zeng Yunfeng's words. Why did they have not done their best?

Everyone looked at the dragon lying on the ground and looked at Zeng Yunfeng's words, not knowing which point should be believed.

This sentence, the dragon is already lying there, how could it not do its best?

Zeng Yunfeng waved his hand and said, "Ma Rong, Qin Lu, Ma Ning, let's go, I'm a little tired." As he said that, Zeng Yunfeng turned around and left, leaving everyone in a daze.

"Master Sangmu, look..." The old man bowed to Master Sangmu.

Sang Mu was also scared. He knew that Zeng Yunfeng had dealt with him several times. Although he had never seen him, he knew one thing. Ying Wugui, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, said everything and never told lies.

At this moment, many merchants surrounded him and looked at the huge python corpse in the field. One of the merchants excitedly congratulated Sangmu: "Congratulations to General, Ying Wugui, the leader of the Beggars' Gang's branch, killed a dragon, but what he said did not count. This is the commander's merit. The dragon appeared in Shucheng, which should be the credit of Lord Sangmu and Lord Zhang, the local military commander of Shucheng!"

"It's a pity that because many courtyard houses collapsed in this war, the two adults also suffered a lot of losses. It's better for villains and others to come forward to repair these pavilions and towers!"

"Oh!" The old man and Sang Mu looked at the merchants, as if they wanted to see something from their faces.

"At the same time, in order to make up for the losses of Lord Zhang and Lord Sangmu, the villain is willing to invest and buy the objects on these dragons. This money can be used to supplement these brave soldiers, Lord Zhang and Lord Sangmu, what do you think?"

The old man, Lord Zhang and Sang Mu, looked at each other and nodded with a smile. The merchants went happily and took the craftsmen to cut the giant python happily.

A deputy commander's mansion behind Sangmu said to Sangmu: "Master Sangmu, it's not good to let them cut Ying Wugui's spoils like this. After all, whoever is the winner in our clan will have the spoils, and we will not be ashamed of it!"

Sang Mu looked at his subordinates coldly, then looked at Lord Zhang, and smiled helplessly, "Who do you think Ying Wugui is? He is a guy who can't get up early without profit."

"Do you believe he will let such a talented treasure be here? Look, these businessmen will suffer."

Not long after, there was a rumbling sound below, and a huge smoke and dust rose again, and a giant python that was bigger than before stood up again.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, the giant python mob swept the craftsmen and horses invited by countless merchants in place. The people and horses were swept one after another, floating in the air and then flew out from afar. Many people fell to their mouths and vomited blood, obviously their internal organs were seriously damaged.

Walking on the road, Qin Lu looked at Zeng Yunfeng's back and said, "Master, the dragon is full of treasures, let's just leave."

Zeng Yunfeng turned his head and glanced at Qin Lu. Qin Lu was shocked again, and it seemed that he had forgotten it again.

"You think what I said is a fart. I said, if you don't do your best, you have not done your best. You have the courage to take it with you. I'm going to go back and rest."

Qin Lu shrank his head when he heard this. Who dares to take such a thing except the rudder leader Ying Wugui?

There was no expert in Shucheng who dared to fight against this dragon, and only the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Ying Wugui, dared to come forward to fight the dragon fiercely, and finally killed it. However, looking at the boss's face, he was obviously injured.

After Zeng Yunfeng returned to the courtyard, he closed the door and suddenly a blood from his nose soaked in his nose. Sure enough, his body was still too weak to withstand such a battle at all. Before he could do it, it was like a relative coming.

Zeng Yunfeng didn't know if he used a little force, his body would collapse directly, and whether his head would explode at that time.

Zeng Yunfeng sat cross-legged and slowly recovered his body's functions. The most severe thing he consumed with the power of spiritual thinking was not the head, but the body.

Once the power of divine thinking is used excessively, it will forcefully extract the body's energy. Zeng Yunfeng feels tired and extremely weak.

Qin Lu guessed correctly. This is a kind of damage to physical potential. Zeng Yunfeng probably wouldn't dare to use this power of divine thought to use the power of the Star Iron Order easily in the future.

Unless he has achieved great external skills, once his external skills come into the house, he may still give it a try.

At this time, a man was knocking outside. Zeng Yunfeng looked at the sky and realized that it had been a day and a night.

Zeng Yunfeng's deeds at this time have spread throughout Shucheng and even spread to the Jiangbei Province in Henan Province.

The deeds of Ying Wugui, the leader of the Beggars' Sect's Shucheng, angrily killing the dragon spread around, among which the tavern was the most enthusiastic.

"Have you heard it?"

"What did you hear?"

"A dragon!"

"Jiaolong, isn't that a rumor spread!"

"Have you never heard of Shucheng Jiaolong?"

"You are talking about that, I heard it all over. It is said that the dragon is more than 300 meters long and dozens of meters thick!"

"Be good, this is amazing!" Another drinker next to him heard this and immediately responded, "Who said no? It is said that Sang Mulai, the commander of the Shucheng court, could not help a dragon."

"Yes, no one can do anything about the dragon, not even scratching the skin at all."

"Hey, you are all old Huangsheng. Someone has killed the dragon!" One of them took a sip of wine and answered.

"Who is it!"

"Say it!" Everyone raised their ears.

"Ying Wugui of the Beggars' Sect!"

"Ying Wugui! Who is this?" Everyone whispered to each other, and most of them shook their heads.

"You don't know if you don't say that scene!" The man said as he kept a sip of wine.

"Oh, why are you breathing so much when you are talking? Tell me quickly, I'm so anxious."

"You don't know, it is said that the leader of the Beggar Gang Fen Ying Wugui is the descendant of the ancient sword immortal. He has a sharp sword in his left hand and a thunder in his right hand. He fights the dragon for three days and three nights. The sun and the moon are not shining, and the sky is dark."

"Yuan Fanfeng, why don't you go to Washe to tell stories?"

"How could it be that exaggerated? You know, are you there?"

"I know what's the bullshit, you know what's the bullshit!"

"Where are you going to the ancient sword immortal, where did you hear it?"

"Why isn't it the ancient sword immortal?"
Chapter completed!