But no matter what, Yinglong couldn't have been beaten so miserably by him just now, because he locked his power to the same level as Yinglong and suppressed it at the early stage of power, so the battle just now was actually fair!
"Ahem, boss, you, your money!" Yinglong suddenly raised his hands, each holding a handful of money, which Zhang Heng had just put in the car.
Zhang Heng suddenly understood that at the critical moment just now, Yinglong was the first to think of protecting the money. No wonder he was defeated miserably by him.
With a movement of his feet, he rolled over and landed firmly on the ground. He pulled Yinglong up with a smile and said loudly: "I want to buy your life, please give me a price!"
"Buy my life?" Yinglong touched his face, and the sweat had been washed away, revealing a face with sharp angles. The lines on Yinglong's face were actually somewhat naturally domineering!
"Yes, it's your life. I'll buy you to serve me for the rest of your life!" Zhang Heng said seriously.
Ying Long didn't refuse at all. He struggled for a moment and suddenly asked: "Boss, your kung fu is already so good, why do you still need me, an old man, to pay for your life?"
Zhang Heng smiled and said: "There are not so many reasons." He called Old Song over and introduced: "This is Song Ruili, the provincial inheritor of bamboo arrows. He is also working for me now. The inheritance who is now serving me
There are already five of them."
Lao Song followed: "Yes, this is my inheritance certificate, you can confirm it."
"There are already five! Boss, why are you looking for us heirs?" Yinglong's expression changed, and at this moment he heard a sound in his belly. The boxer's direct fight was just like a boxing match. He used his full strength to actually win.
It couldn't last long. Yinglong was hungry, so hungry that his body instinctively sent out an alarm. Of course, Zhang Heng was an exception.
"I've already said there aren't many reasons. It's getting late, so let's eat first!" Zhang Heng thought for a while and then said, "Let's go back, I'll go back with you and call all your disciples out. Old Song
, you and Fu Mei go and book accommodation. Find a better restaurant and call me."
"Wang, I know what to do." Old Song said solemnly.
Zhang Heng nodded, took the top that Fu Mei handed over, casually put it on his shoulders, rubbed his sister's little head and said, "You're not scared, are you."
"No, brother, you are the best." My sister raised her little face in admiration.
Zhang Heng was naturally very happy when he saw this, because his sister had to enter the space. At her age, she should be in junior high school. Six years of elementary school textbook knowledge cannot be made up in just over a month. The only way is to enter the space.
In addition to extending his time to study, and his sister going to study, he plans to arrange for two to fifty bodyguards to follow him. It is obviously inappropriate for these bodyguards to be Tibetans. So it depends on Ying Long.
"Well, you just need to remember that no matter what your brother has done, one thing will never change. Xiaoyi, you will always be my brother's little princess, the only one!" After saying this, Zhang Heng gathered his mood and signaled to Yinglong that he could set off.
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Ying Long struggled for a while. Finally he compromised, but he couldn't make up his mind about giving up his life. He really needed money, but he didn't want to hand over his life to a stranger from out of town whom he had just met and had a fight with.
Party member Zhang Heng asked Ying Long to take him to find the owner of the cargo and compensate for the loss, and then he and Ying Long went to his home. Little did he know that it was his act of compensation that made Ying Long feel more at ease.
"Yinglong, I'm here specifically for you this time. I'm from Shu." Without stopping, Zhang Heng explained aloud.
"Boss, what do you need me to do?" Ying Long struggled for a while before asking tentatively.
Zhang Heng thought for a while and said: "First, I need to transform you. If you can survive the cruel training, then I will let the master of the martial arts gym kick out all the martial arts gyms in Chengdu, Shu...
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"Then can I teach Tongbei Quan?" Yinglong has a special feeling for Tongbei Quan. He lost his wife and daughter but still persists in it.
"Of course you can, but you must survive first. Your current health is too bad. If you don't recover, you may die suddenly one day." Zhang Heng said seriously. This is the truth. Ying Long practices kung fu.
Not only were the muscles injured, but the internal organs were also injured.
Zhang Heng was suddenly startled when he thought of this, and remembered a warning in Five Elements Boxing. The book mentioned that if you encounter a situation similar to Ying Long, the best ending is: "Dissolve the troops!"
It is similar to the sitting form of a monk. After death, the bones will not decay and weather, but can survive for thousands or even more than ten thousand years. This is a different kind of longevity, but what is the point of leaving only the bones.
"Boss, which sect you belong to, why can't I see your martial arts skills?" Ying Long asked confused.
Zhang Heng smiled and said: "I am a royal family member of the Tantric Sect of the Western Regions. I am in charge of millions of Tibetans in three Tibetan areas in Sichuan. So do you think you can refuse if I ask you to work hard? Don't call me boss, just call me boss."
I am the king."
Yinglong was immediately shocked. If this man was telling the truth, he really couldn't refuse, "Wang?"
"Yes, you are the king. Soon you will understand what it means. I hope you can survive well, defeat yourself, and reach another peak. As long as you can survive the following cruel training, I guarantee that you can become
A real grand master." Zhang Heng said seriously, which naturally meant entering the tribe for blood training. The helper he wanted not only needed to be strong in martial arts, but also had a character like a beast, a thug!
"How much money can you give me?" Yinglong suddenly asked.
Zhang Heng smiled, but also felt sad. Perhaps if his previous life had followed Ying Long's path, he would probably have sacrificed his life for money. "How much do you want?"
"Fifty million, give me half a million. My life is yours. Even if you ask me to kill someone, I will do it." Ying Long said sonorously, his struggling face actually relaxed. Maybe he had thought about it before.
The idea of going down the wrong path, but in the end, there was no action.
Zhang Heng nodded and replied: "Okay, you want this money for your wife and daughter!"
"Yes, Wang, can you help me find them? Then give them the five hundred thousand to live a good life." Ying Long was a little excited.
Zhang Heng pinched his fingers and responded: "Now I can only mobilize Tibetans across the country to help you pay attention. The most convenient way is to use official capabilities to search. As long as you can meet my requirements, I will search for you once."
Official relations will help you find your wife and daughter as soon as possible. From now on, your family will be under my protection. As long as I live, they will have a good life."
"Thank you!" Ying Long's tone became calmer.
Zhang Heng smiled and did not continue the topic. Instead, he said: "Why don't your disciples come out to work and earn money? I want to know how your disciples receive it?"
Yinglong did not answer immediately, but hurried to the side of the road, picked out a brick in the grass, stabbed it with two fingers, and directly stabbed a small hole in the brick, as Yinglong shouted several times
, under Zhang Heng’s stunned gaze, the brick had been pierced with finger holes, and Ying Long was seen slapping the brick on his head, roaring as if to vent his negative emotions, with blood stains on his head and blood on his fingertips.
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Good guy, this kind of training method is almost self-inflicted. No wonder Ying Long can reach the bone realm but his body is damaged by training.
"I didn't take any money when I accepted my apprentices. Some of them had no money when they came. Those who brought money took it out to buy food for everyone. If they couldn't hold on any longer, they left. The perseverance was pretty good, but the nutrition was not good.
Yes, I understand the thoughts of these disciples. They all just want to have a good future after learning Kung Fu. One of my most capable disciples will go to Da Ming
Xing became a martial arts stand-in, and now he sends me a sum of money every month. Although it's not much, it's because of this money that I can afford to rent a house... He comes and goes, and then comes again, intermittently.
, I have taught more than a hundred apprentices over the years, and now there are still thirteen left with me." Ying Long spoke a little messily, as if he was reminiscing, but also seemed to be monologue!
Zhang Heng understood instantly that it was nothing more than eating from a big pot, but Yinglong took over everything. The relationship here was still a bit confusing. He couldn't understand it, and he couldn't achieve Yinglong's crazy persistence!
"Thirteen? What is the character of your thirteen disciples? How old are they?" Zhang Heng suddenly thought. The two of them walked more and more remote, entering an area with dilapidated buildings. The highest floor was only three floors, and the roads were all empty.
It is no longer a cement road.
Ying Long said happily: "The youngest of these thirteen disciples has been with me for more than two years, the longest has been with me for five years, the oldest is only sixteen years old, and the youngest is only nine years old. They have not even gone to school. They are from poor families."
Children, they all come here to learn martial arts and want to become famous so that they can have food in the future. They are all honest people and practice martial arts in the small park in front of them every day."
Zhang Heng suddenly said: "What do you think if I take these thirteen people for training? But they may lose their lives during the training process?"
Ying Long did not refuse, but asked: "If they succeed, what will they get?"
"Money, status, and a life of superiority!" Zhang Heng replied directly.
"Are you training with me?" Ying Long asked again.
Zhang Heng smiled and said: "You want to protect them, right? Haha, don't worry, I will arrange for someone else to protect you, and you can also train with them. The loss of life I mentioned was just an accident. I also survived in this kind of training.
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As he spoke, Zhang Heng suddenly moved, and without any warning, Yinglong struck out, sending Yinglong flying ten meters away with one punch. He said wildly: "Within ten moves, I can kill you with my bare hands, but my skill is actually in the weapons."
, I have a weapon in my hand, I can kill you within three moves."
Ying Long fell to the ground and said in disbelief: "You are actually so strong!"
"Haha, as long as you persist, you will be stronger than me." Zhang Heng said with a smile. Of course, this refers to the real body. As long as Yinglong replenishes his physical fitness and experiences cruel primitive battles, he will really surpass him.
The physical body in reality is exactly what he needs.
After walking for a while, Zhang Heng arrived at Yinglong's residence. It was a dilapidated two-story building built in Liaojiao. The foundation was more than two meters higher than the road outside. It was surrounded by farmland and several half-year-old children.
He was shirtless and practicing arm kung fu by lifting stones...
ps: First chapter, there are two more updates today! Thanks to the book friends (National Wine is Dark) (Fat Liang) (33 Little Stones) for the reward!