The young swordsman was very lucky, and he met the Beggar Clan Headquarters in the Death Realm. It is possible that he ran here on purpose. In short, he escaped here before exhaustion, which meant that his life should not have been cut off, otherwise
If it fell into the hands of Zhang Yimeng, it would not be something he could just die if he wanted to.
Zhang Yimeng's methods will definitely make him regret being born in this world, but people can escape, and there is no point in regretting. Zhang Yimeng calmly accepted the fact that his ship capsized in the ditch.
"Damn it! You are the one who killed my disciple of the Beggar Clan?! Okay! There really is a way to heaven. If you don't take it, there is no way to hell. You just break in! It's so easy to find someone these days! I'm here today.
Seek justice for the brothers who died in the Beggar Gang! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
Just when Zhang Yimeng was still reviewing how he had been overturned, a rough voice suddenly exploded from behind the crowd, and then he saw that the dense crowd was roughly divided into a small road by being roughly pushed from left to right.
A man who looked like a lion quickly separated from the crowd and walked quickly in front of Zhang Yimeng. He stared at the expressionless Zhang Yimeng with a pair of big copper eyes and shouted: "You are the one who killed Elder Yu?!"
Looking at the latter calmly, Zhang Yimeng stretched out his hand to flick his earlobe and said with a smile: "I'm not deaf, why are you shouting so loudly..."
Perhaps it was Zhang Yimeng's contemptuous look that stimulated the latter. The big man's already furious mood instantly increased a few knots. He crossed his hands and pulled them together, making a crackling sound. He said with a ferocious smile: "Hahahahaha! I have the guts! I will still be here when I die.
You have a tough mouth! I want to see if your bones are as tough as your mouth!
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"Kill him! Master Wang! Avenge our dead brothers!"
This person is Wang Wencheng, the chief helmsman of the Beggar Clan. In the past few days, he has been busy leading the team day and night to find the murderer. Although he is sure that the murderer is Dongzhang, now everyone has the stolen goods, and several brothers
Having just been killed, Zhang Yimeng, the only outsider, naturally became the murderer in the minds of everyone in the Beggar Clan.
Fancai and the two saw only a few people who saw him and the young swordsman when they entered, and when the swordsman escaped, he wiped the necks of all those witnesses. Under this situation, Zhang Yimeng had a thousand mouths, all talking.
Unclear.
Because the truth is such a coincidence.
Facing the shouts of killing one after another around him, Zhang Yimeng did not show any panic on his face, and still maintained his usual calmness. He glanced at the furious Wang Wencheng and said: "Then you might as well give it a try...
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“Just try it!
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Wang Wencheng yelled angrily and rushed up to Zhang Yimeng with his hands crossed and struck at the opponent's Mingmen heart.
"Ah....."
Smiling contemptuously, Zhang Yimeng moved at will, sliding close to the ground and swinging sideways to avoid the opponent's Japanese punch. In the blink of an eye, he came to Wang Wencheng's side, kneeling with his elbow and hitting the opponent's Shenque point hard.
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Wang Wencheng, who was hit on an acupuncture point, couldn't help but let out a groan. He crossed his hands and made fists to hammer down Zhang Yimeng: "I'll pull out your skin!"
Unexpectedly, Zhang Yimeng's body skills were so flexible that he turned around slightly to get out of his way. Then, just when Wang Wencheng's blow was in the air and he was about to straighten back, Zhang Yimeng suddenly raised his arm and hit his elbow horizontally.
Toward the bridge of Wang Wencheng's nose.
Snapped!
The latter's blood suddenly flowed out, the bridge of his nose was collapsed, his body was thrown back after being beaten, and his face was immediately opened. Zhang Yimeng hit two hits with one hit and quickly followed up. The link was very smooth, and before his opponent was still
While he was trying to straighten his body, Zhang Yimeng stepped forward, knelt down and hit the opponent's abdomen hard with his elbow.
Snapped!
Wang Wencheng was hit hard again, and he raised his palm to hit Zhang Yimeng. The latter quickly turned his head to avoid the iron palm and hit Zhang Yimeng hard on the cheek with a flat hook.
Thump! Thump!
A set of two combos directly knocked Wang Wencheng into the air, and he flew backwards and spun around for several times. His ability to withstand blows was also extraordinary. The moment he landed on the ground, he flipped up like a carp.
Just as Zhang Yimeng was about to take advantage of the situation and pursue him, a black shadow suddenly flew out from his side. His fingers struck five points in succession to attack points all over his body. Zhang Yimeng, who caught a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye, immediately stopped and hooked his legs to block the attacker's face.
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Snapped!
He knocked the opponent staggering with one kick and shook his head before he came back to his senses.
"One Yang Finger..."
Speaking softly, Zhang Yimeng looked at the old man who made the surprise attack with bright eyes.
"Give my senior brother his life!"
This person is Wu Santong. Just now, he did not squeeze into the crowd immediately. He rushed over when Zhang Yimeng and Wang Wencheng were fighting fiercely. As soon as he saw Wu Santong, he used his Yang Finger to launch a sneak attack.
"Hmph, since one or two of you are so eager to seek death, then I'll help you..."
Zhang Yimeng was already discouraged by the swordsman's escape, and now he was misunderstood by the Beggar Clan. One or two of them wanted to kill him, and anyone else would be angry.
But seeing Zhang Yimeng's eyes become sharp, and the murderous aura lingering around him like a real substance, Wang Wencheng and Wu Santong were the first to bear the brunt of it, and they couldn't help but feel frightened. The two of them were only second-rate, but Zhang Yimeng and him had a huge span of realms.
The difference is not that big.
Just when the two sides were about to take action, a figure suddenly appeared on the high platform, and a deep and deep voice suddenly spread throughout the inner hall: "Zhang Yimeng, the king of Lantian Wheel, we, the Beggar Gang, and you have always been on the same page, and today you are indispensable.
Give me an explanation..."
Hearing this voice, Zhang Yimeng's face suddenly tightened, his eyes contracted violently, and the aura on his body was suffocated. He turned his eyes towards the high platform, and Zhang Yimeng's brows suddenly furrowed deeply, with the lingering murderous aura.
Suddenly the smoke disappeared, completely dispersed, as if it had never happened before.
Holding a fan and bowing in salute, he said calmly: "It turns out that it's Senior Hong who is here. Zhang Yimeng pays homage to Senior."
That Hong Qigong was actually here was something Zhang Yimeng could never have imagined, so his surprise just now could not be false.
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The last sentence Hong Qigong roared out was mixed with internal force, and the terrifying air wave instantly blew the firelight in the hall swaying.
Zhang Yimeng seemed to have never seen Hong Qigong's question. He still looked directly at the latter with neither humility nor arrogance, and said softly: "Senior Hong, if this junior says that the death of these disciples of your Beggar Gang has nothing to do with this junior, do you believe it?"
"Asshole! How dare you argue with Gang Leader Hong here!? Do you think we will believe your lies?!"
Before Hong Qigong could speak, Wang Wencheng shouted loudly.
Hong Qigong did not say anything, but quietly looked at Zhang Yimeng, who was surrounded by three layers of Beggar Clan disciples.
Seeing this, the latter showed a helpless smile, stretched out his hand to touch the bridge of his nose, and whispered to himself: "Yeah, I don't believe it either, so what can I do? This is the fact..."
His voice was very low, and Hong Qigong was too far away to hear what he was saying. Hong Qigong didn't want to push it too hard. After all, he was a junior. It might be a misunderstanding, so he said loudly:
"Just go ahead and arrest him. Once we find out the truth, we will definitely clear your name."
"Hehehehe...Senior Hong, Senior Hong...you are still naive..."
Glancing at Wang Wencheng opposite him who was looking at him eagerly and wishing he could eat him alive, Zhang Yimeng suddenly laughed so happily that he frowned at Hong Qigong on the high platform.
Captured without restraint? What awaits Zhang Yimeng is torture that is worse than death. Although Hong Qigong, as the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world, is not capable of torture, what about his men? For example, Wang Wencheng, who was injured by Zhang Yimeng on the opposite side, is still alive.
There was a group of people who wanted to tear Zhang Yimeng's gang alive.
Will they let Zhang Yimeng be kept under house arrest in the Beggar Clan, where he eats and drinks well? Thinking about it, you know it's impossible. They will definitely try every means to torture Zhang Yimeng. As long as they don't kill him, even Hong Qigong can't do anything to them.
This dark thing is something that Hong Qigong, who has always been upright, cannot imagine. There is no doubt that he trusts his gang, but Zhang Yimeng does not believe it, so Zhang Yimeng laughs at Hong Qigong's naivety.
Fair? Ha...it's nothing more than whoever has the stronger fist has the final say.
Zhang Yimeng has known this since he was a child, and he has seen a lot of the darkness in the prison, so naturally he will not trust others easily.
Don't have any moralistic expectations for anyone. In this world, everyone is half human and half ghost. Human nature is something you can't see if you get too close. Whether it's a human or a ghost is all a matter of thought.
Zhang Yimeng was very open-minded and transparent, so he admired impartial elders like Hong Qigong even more.
"Junior, I would like to thank you for your kindness, but I don't want to catch this gangster without letting go..."
Weiwei bowed to Hong Qigong again, Zhang Yimeng broke the folding fan in his hand with one hand, and then his palm quickly slid down to his calf, and a short blade of cold light jumped into Zhang Yimeng's hand.
Abandoning the fan and replacing it with a blade, I thought Zhang Yimeng was going to show his seriousness. At this time, everyone could not help but be impressed by this elegant young man. Faced with the siege of thousands of people, he still had the courage to fight to the death with his sword. This was something that many people in the world could not help but think about.
Without the courage, let alone having Taishan Beidou Hong Qigong sitting in charge, anyone would feel despair.
"Boy! Since you chose to die, you can't blame us!"
Zhang Yimeng did not choose to capture Wang Wencheng without hesitation. Wang Wencheng was the happiest person.
"Ha... don't worry, I will never die before you..."
Finally, he glanced at the curtain above his head. The corner of Zhang Yimeng's mouth suddenly raised a beautiful curve. The gold pendant on his left ear now glowed with golden light under the firelight.
"Dongzhang, I may have missed my way, I'm sorry..."