As soon as this statement came out, it immediately aroused a strong reaction from Zhang Yiyang and others. He put down his wine glass and glanced at Zhao Zheng playfully, while the two henchmen looked at each other angrily. The shopkeeper standing on the other side was also frightened.
He jumped and quickly warned Zhao Zheng in a low voice, asking Zhao Zheng not to get angry and quickly apologized, but Zhao Zheng turned all his words on deaf ears.
"Ouch! Little bastard, after hearing your tone, do you still want to go against us? Do you know who the person sitting behind us is? He is the son of Magistrate Zhang. If you dare to be presumptuous in front of him, you are too long-lived.
Really!" One of the thugs took off the big ring knife that was clanging behind his back, and walked toward Zhao Zheng with the knife in his hands with malicious intent.
Another dogleg also stepped forward to help. The weapon he used was relatively rare. It was a solid, heavy short stick with a relief sculpture of a tiger descending from the mountain carved on it, which was quite powerful.
Zhao Zheng roughly judged the cultivation strength from the steps and movements of these two people. These two people were worthy of being the henchmen of the prefect family. Their strength was quite good, and was by no means lower than that of the Third Heaven.
"Old man, hurry up and don't hurt you." Zhao Zheng whispered to the old lady in a low voice, pulled out the sword of life, shook the sword, and concentrated on alert. A big battle was about to happen, but unfortunately his injury was not healed, so he could only
Using 50% of the strength greatly increased the danger of this battle.
Seeing this terrifying situation, the old lady was so frightened that she turned pale and tried her best to walk out the door and stay away from the place where this was happening.
Zhang Yiyang looked at Zhao Zheng with a smile and said contemptuously: "Since this kid wants to fly, you two can help him. But before letting him fly, remember to leave some marks on him so that he can have a longer memory."
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment. Let's restrain him first. If you want to remove his arms or legs, just ask." The dog-legged man responded with a loud tone.
Zhao Zheng narrowed his eyes and took advantage of the two bastards to talk. He thrust his sword forward and went straight to the throat of the bastard holding the knife. These people were arrogant and domineering. There was no need to talk to these people about the rules of the world. If you could make a sneak attack,
sneak attack.
The knife-wielding dog-legged man let out a surprised sound, and took up a defensive position with his sword drawn. He did not panic because of the sneak attack. He danced the large ring knife in his hand into a white light, and the internal energy of the knife flowed out, abundant and strong, guarding the door of the upper body.
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Zhao Zheng changed his moves, dashed left and right, and all the attacks he used were blocked. The tip of the sword collided with the blade several times, causing sparks to fly. Through this close encounter, he found out the details of the opponent's cultivation level, and the opponent had already reached the fourth level.
The Chongtian realm is comparable to his!
If he had not been injured, Zhao Zheng would have had the strength to surpass an opponent of the same level, but now that he was suffering from internal injuries, he would no longer be able to do so. He couldn't help but frown, and became more cautious when making moves.
"This little brat is a little evil, let me help you!" Another stick-wielding dogleg soon joined the fight, swinging the tiger-striped short stick like a tiger, and every time it slid through the air, it would cause a deafening muffled sound.
.When he was fighting, a flush of anger immediately appeared on his strong-featured face, and this was the signature ability of the third-level Heavenly Warrior, "opening the body and activating blood circulation."
Zhao Zheng was one against two, and immediately fell into a disadvantage. He was forced back continuously by the light of the sword and the shadow of the stick. He could only defend and was unable to launch an attack. Most of the moves he created using the Maha Sword Technique were offensive.
There are very few defensive moves, so if you take a defensive stance, you will be even more stretched.
After several battles, General Zhao Zheng also tested out the skills of a stick-wielding dog-legger. This person is slightly weaker, only around the third level of heaven, but it is a breakthrough point for victory. Only by defeating this person first can there be any hope of victory. He
He immediately changed his strategy and focused his attention on the stick-wielding dog's leg, taking the time to attack him during the fight.
The three people were fighting with each other flying up and down, making ping-pong sounds, and their inner energy was overflowing. It was extremely fierce.
"Haha, this fight is quite exciting. You two wait a little longer so that I can enjoy it." Zhang Yiyang was very surprised, stroking his hands and smiling.
This order was a embarrassment to the two thugs. During the fight, the swords and swords had no eyes, so it was so easy to control them. In addition, they were both equally powerful, which made it even more difficult. If they were allowed to step up their offensive, they would quickly deal with Zhao Zheng.
It's okay, but if you slow down the attack and fight for a while, it will be much more difficult. In the process, if you are not careful, you may suffer a heavy blow.
Although the two henchmen were unwilling, they still followed their master's orders, slowed down their offensive, and slightly distanced themselves, not daring to bully Zhao Zheng too closely.
This actually made Zhao Zheng, who was in a hard fight, relax a little. He immediately felt much more relaxed and was able to take more offensives. However, for a while, he still couldn't defeat these two people. He was anxious in his heart, thinking about winning while fighting.
Good recipe.
Just when the two sides were fighting fiercely, Fulai Inn welcomed a new pair of guests, a man and a woman. The man was plump and handsome, the woman was charming, and the man was in his prime.
She looks like she is in her early twenties. The woman is a little older, probably close to thirty, and is full of the charm of a mature woman.
The male guest is wearing a blue and white Chinese costume. The style is the most popular style in the imperial city at the moment. The workmanship and fabric are also extremely exquisite. If this clothes were taken off, it would be enough for a poor family to live for several years. In addition to the Chinese costumes,
He also wears some small accessories. A large pearl is inlaid on his trousers, his jade pendant is pure jade, and the sword on his waist is also inlaid with circles of gold wire.
That Zhang Yiyang was also wearing gorgeous clothes and accessories, but compared to this new male guest, he was obviously inferior, both in terms of price and taste.
The female guest was equally extraordinary. Although she was not wearing gold or silver, her short black outfit made her look like a blooming black lotus. Her beauty exuded a sense of heroism. On her back, she carried a
A white long whip tied with a rope. If you look closely, you can find that this long whip is actually made of bones!
The hardness of ordinary bones is much worse than that of metal. Few people would choose this material to forge weapons, unless these bones are not ordinary bones, but the bones of some rare birds and animals. Only in this way can the hardness of forged weapons be achieved.
A man and a woman came on horseback. They heard the sound of fighting early. Not only were they not afraid, but they were interested in watching the excitement. The two took care of the accompanying horses, then walked into the house side by side, and stopped to watch Zhao Zheng and the two henchmen.
fierce fighting.
The shopkeeper and the clerks in the store were hiding behind the counter at this time, secretly watching the development of the situation. When they saw a new customer coming, they quickly warned them in a low voice and told them to leave the place quickly.
A man and a woman didn't take it seriously. They walked in swaggeringly, went around behind the counter, grabbed the trembling shopkeeper, and asked about the whole story. The shopkeeper didn't hide anything, and gave a rough explanation of the cause, but his words were obviously biased towards Zhang Yiyang and complained.
Zhao Zheng does not know good from evil.
After hearing this, the male guest sneered: "In my opinion, the ungrateful person is not the guest who acted righteously, but Zhang Yiyang. He is just the son of a mere prefect. He is so ignorant that he lives in an inn.
Speaking of such a big pomp, even if I go out in my capacity, I would not dare to be so arrogant."
The shopkeeper was dumbfounded when he heard this. The tone was a bit too loud. The underlying meaning behind the words seemed to imply that he had a greater background than the prefect's son. I didn't know whether it was true or not. The shopkeeper looked at it again.
Taking a look at this new male guest, I found that this man was very luxuriously dressed, with either a jade pendant or a pearl on his body. His eyes were so bright that he might really have a good background.
The shopkeeper was just a small person, and he didn't dare to offend anyone. He immediately changed his attitude, nodded and bowed and asked the new male customer what he wanted and whether he wanted to bring a chair.
The male guest laughed, shook his head and refused, no longer paying attention to the shopkeeper, and continued to watch the fight in front of him. The beautiful woman next to him was also watching the fun. The two stood together. The woman was obviously a head taller than him. This was not because
He was short because the woman was a little too tall for comparison. Her long legs were slender, round and tight, and extremely moving.
"Sister Zihua, look at who of the two groups can win." the male guest asked.
"Among these three people, there are two fourth-level heavens and one third-level heaven. The two strong men obviously have the upper hand, and they don't know why they don't kill. They seem to be deliberately letting the enemy go. When the two of them stepped up their offensive, the one with the sword
I'm afraid I'm going to lose, little brother." The woman called Zihua hugged her plump chest with her hands, lightly opened her red lips, and replied crisply.
"Although the two of them together are overwhelming the little brother, I feel that the little brother's swordsmanship is more refined. If they fight alone, those two are definitely no match."
"As for your sharp eyes, that little brother's swordsmanship is indeed quite good. He should be above the middle level of martial arts."
"How does the swordsmanship he uses compare with my family's 'Book Love Swordsmanship'?"
Zihua smiled when she heard this, but did not answer directly. There was a black beauty mark on the corner of her mouth. When she smiled, the beauty mark added a third of her beauty.
Zhang Yiyang, who was sitting opposite, seemed to have heard some of the conversation through the sounds of fighting. He looked over and happened to meet the eyes of the unidentified male guest, with obvious hostility in his eyes.
The male guest did not take the other party seriously and said hello indifferently. His behavior did not win Zhang Yiyang's favor, but made Zhang Yiyang's eyes widen. The male guest was not very interested in the glaring Zhang Yiyang, and then turned his gaze again
Put it into the fight between three people.
Zhang Yiyang also moved his eyes away to look at the woman named Zihua next to the male guest. He was stunned by the sight and his eyes lit up. He lingered for several times on the wonderful features of Zihua and showed his lustful expression.
A narrow smile.
"How come you two haven't defeated him in such a long time? It's really disappointing. Why don't you work harder? Get it done quickly. I have other things for you to handle later." Zhang Yiyang spoke up.
He changed his mind, and the "other things" he said were self-evident.
Just now they said they should fight slowly, and now they said they should fight faster. The two thugs secretly cursed the young master for not being able to serve him well, and immediately stepped up their offensive.
Zhao Zheng suddenly felt the pressure increasing. The sword in his hand danced like a flower, and he stepped back continuously. He was almost injured by the large ring sword twice and barely managed to avoid it.
The male guest who was standing not far away looked at him intently, took a step forward and said, "We can't let that Zhang Yiyang commit murder here. I'll go up and help that little brother."
"Wait a minute, I'm going to go. If you make a mistake, how will I explain it to your father? It's a small thing to get scolded, but it would be terrible if my wages are deducted." Zihua stretched out her bare hand and stopped her companion.
The male companion took off the white bone whip on his back with his other hand.
"It's not like you don't know my martial arts. It's more than enough to deal with those two people."
"Tsk, tsk, if your martial arts are really good enough, why would your father hire me to protect you?" Zihua smiled and uncovered her shorts. She pushed her back a step with a little force and then jumped into the battle ring herself.
, the whip in his hand was rolled towards the stick in the hand of one of the thugs.
"Little girl, you don't know how to live or die, and you dare to interfere in the business of this stall. You don't know that our young master..." Halfway through the sentence, the tiger-striped short stick in his hand was caught in the whip. He was startled and immediately stepped back.
Pull.
"Let go!" Zihua shouted softly, but her jade wrist could not be shaken. A majestic internal force immediately came from the whip, shaking the dog's legs so much that he let go of the short stick, took several steps back, and
He vomited a large mouthful of blood and suffered severe internal injuries.
With just one face-to-face meeting, Zihua beat a third-level heavenly martial artist to half death, which shows her high level of martial arts. She did not stop there, her slender and delicate body flew a little higher in the air, and with the help of this power, she soared into the air again, flipping over.
He did a somersault and jumped behind the knife-wielding dog-legger. The whip in his hand wrapped around the knife-wielding dog-legger's neck. The moment he landed, he used the whip to throw the knife-wielding dog-legger away.
I saw the knife-wielding dog-leg flying over everyone's heads, heading straight for the window, smashing the window into pieces, and disappeared into the night. There was no trace, and I don't know how far it flew! After a while, everyone was far away.
A wailing sound was heard in the distance, and then it was confirmed that the knife-wielding dogleg had landed.
The guy with the stick was still vomiting blood, and the guy with the knife probably wasn't much stronger either.
Zihua easily dealt with the two scoundrels without any effort at all. Afterwards, she straightened her delicate back, tied the white bone whip behind her back again, and dusted off her hands. People who didn't know the details were all frightened.
, who would have thought that such a beautiful woman could have such incredible skills.
Zhao Zhengchang breathed a sigh of relief. During the fight just now, he noticed someone coming in and heard most of the conversation between a man and a woman. Others did not know the identities of these two people, but he knew it clearly.
"I'm really lucky today. I met these two people by chance. Otherwise, I would have suffered a big loss." Zhao Zheng secretly felt lucky and held the Yiming Sword in his backhand. He cupped his fist at Zi Hua and said gratefully, "Thank you so much, heroine, for your righteousness."
My brother Zhao Zheng is very grateful for your help."
"I'm just being loyal to others. If you want to thank me, just thank my little boss." Zihua pursed her lips towards her male companion.
Zhao Zheng turned around and thanked the man who was a few years older than him. The latter waved his hand and said: "It is the duty of children in the world to draw a sword to help when the road is rough, little brother, there is no need to be polite.
If my father knew that something like this happened to me but just stood by and watched, I would be scolded bloody."
"Having said that, I still have to thank you two." Zhao Zheng thanked him again.
The three people thanked each other and talked happily, but they ignored Zhang Yiyang, the initiator of the whole incident, as if this person was of no importance. Zhang Yiyang was already furious when he saw the two followers being beaten, and at this time he even pressed
Unable to bear it any longer, he stood up and shouted: "You are so bold that you dare to hit the officials of Nanhua Mansion. Are you going to die?"
Although the voice was loud, no one was frightened. Zihua stood there smiling and watching the excitement. Zhao Zheng knew it and stepped aside, while the mysterious male guest stepped forward.
"Oh? Are those two official servants?" the male guest asked with a relaxed look.
"My father is the prefect of Nanhua Prefecture, and the two of them are detectives of Nanhua Prefecture. You beat them two and committed a heinous crime, and you still didn't arrest them without mercy!" Zhang Yiyang shouted angrily.
"Is your father the prefect?"
"What, you know you're afraid?"
"It's a joke. If it were a first-class official, I might still consider it. It's just a prefect, so I haven't taken it seriously yet." The male guest chuckled and shook his head slightly.
"Stop blowing your nonsense there. Who do you think you are? How dare you despise an official of the imperial court!" Zhang Yiyang pointed at the male guest and shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zihua, who was standing on one side, suddenly took action, took off his whip, swung the whip head, and tapped Zhang Yiyang's knees twice. Zhang Yiyang felt that his legs were weak, and he knelt down with a pop.
I couldn't stand up even though I tried my best.
"Keep your mouth clean. The person standing in front of you is Baili Liancheng, the son of the owner of Luoshu Villa. Although Luoshu Villa is not a government office, its status is much higher than that of your little Nanhua Mansion. Don't say it's you.
, even your father has to lower his head and speak when he sees our young master." Zihua took back her whip and leisurely revealed the identity of her male companion.
After Baili Liancheng's identity was revealed, his aura seemed to immediately increase by three points, and the way everyone looked at him also changed.
It turns out that Baili Liancheng is the only son of Baili Lianshan, the owner of Luoshu Villa. As a son is more important than his father, his status has also been greatly improved. Not to mention people in the world, even people in the officialdom dare not offend him.
Baili Liancheng was out touring the mountains and rivers. He was having so much fun that he almost forgot about his father's birthday. At the urging of his father's letter, he rushed back in a hurry and met the troubled Zhao Zheng.
In addition, Zihua, who is responsible for protecting Baili Liancheng, is not an ordinary person. She is nicknamed "Flying Bone Picking Flowers". She has a sixth level of heavenly cultivation and is good at using the decapitation whip method. The whip she holds is a thirty-two-section dragon bone whip.
This whip is made from the bones of the "One-Eyed Green Python", which is harder than ordinary metal and is more flexible.
Zhao Zheng judged the identity of these two people early on based on their appearance and was already surprised. At this time, he became the calmest person in the inn. The rest of the people were all shocked by the name of Luoshu Villa. This
This place is so famous that it is no exaggeration to say that everyone knows about it.
"You, are you the son of the owner of Luoshu Villa?" Zhang Yiyang's face changed drastically and he asked blankly. The purpose of his trip was to bring the gift given by his father to congratulate the owner of Luoshu Villa on his birthday. Before leaving, his father had repeatedly told him to say more nice things when congratulating him on his birthday, so as to win the favor of the owner of Luoshu Villa. Unexpectedly, he failed to get things done, and instead offended his son on the way! (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)
