Zhang Dongyun looked at this scene and was not angry, but just shook his head slightly.
There is nothing new under the sun.
This is the point of "imperial power not going to the countryside".
But that has to do with various factors such as the system and communication.
Under the rule of Chang'an, this situation will only become less and less.
Especially now that the "communication network" he has spread is becoming more and more developed.
Over time, it will always get better and better.
Zhang Dongyun didn't care much about this Fatty Tang.
It is true that the talent selection ceremony focuses on ability, but the family background will be checked and all kinds of information will be checked.
Even if a local coward and local tyrant like him is hired, it is impossible for him to hold a position in the local area.
As for whether he can dominate foreign enemies and whether he can preserve his hometown's foundation, that depends on his own ability.
Zhang Dongyun stopped paying attention to Fatty Tang and began to look for his real goal.
A genius who practices magic.
Having said that, in this area, the geniuses of the two schools of magic and Buddhism may be buried and unknown.
After all, practitioners of these two paths are extremely rare in the entire Eastern Xinjiang.
Therefore, it is inevitable that relevant fish will slip through the net.
Zhang Dongyun scanned his territory and found that the slightly larger fish were basically from the Buddha and Demon realms.
However, none of them are as big as the one in front of me.
At this time, there were two geniuses who surpassed Xue Ying, Zi Ri and others. Whether Ao Ying could surpass him or not had to be decided.
Zhang Dongyun in the Daming Palace turned his eyes and his expression became strange.
Because the people in his field of vision were clearly a group of ragged teenagers.
Then, these gangsters all had a stick in their hands...
No matter how you look at it, it looks like you are going to fight with someone or rob someone.
Or armed robbery.
Among the young people, the one at the head was the target Zhang Dongyun wanted to find.
He looked to be only fifteen or six years old, with a fierce expression and a conspicuous scar on his forehead.
"Third brother, Fatty Tang is protected by thugs, many of whom are hard-hitting. I heard that there are also warriors. Can we do it?" A young man next to him asked with some uncertainty.
The leading boy, who was called "Third Brother", spat on the ground: "Don't worry, I've found out clearly. Fatty Tang will go to his foreign residence later to find his little one.
In order to prevent his mother-in-law from knowing, he doesn't bring many people with him every time, so that's our chance to take action. I'm responsible for finding a way to lure him away from that warrior, and you will take action when the time comes."
Someone nearby muttered: "That fat man is too heavy, how can we kidnap him away..."
The third brother grabbed the other party's collar: "Think about your mother, think about the daughter-in-law you are going to marry in the future, think about your little sister getting married in the future and you have to collect a dowry for her, what the hell are you going to tell me now, Fatty Tang?"
Isn’t it heavy?”
The young man swallowed: "...it's not heavy!"
"It's over now." The third brother let go of the other party's collar: "You guys go to the place to prepare. I'll keep an eye on it and follow Fatty Tang there."
The young men were extremely convinced of him and immediately replied: "Yes, third brother."
Everyone smeared him and left.
The leading boy stayed alone in the alley, waiting for Fatty Tang and others to come out drinking.
After a while, there was a noise at the door of the restaurant. Fatty Tang led people out. They said goodbye, but he ran towards his outer house as expected.
The young man hiding in the alley took two deep breaths, and then suddenly gave himself a gentle slap.
He hid deep in the alley, unbuckled his trousers, and poured water against the wall.
"Damn it, why do you always act like this before doing big things? I must be too scared, right?"
The young man secretly cursed himself: "Bah, bah, bah, how can I be weak? Fatty Tang is so weak. I am peeing here. I will be so scared that he will pee in his pants later."
He took a deep breath, shook his head, then pulled up his trousers again and fastened his trouser pockets.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he found that the alley in front of him had no road, but a wall.
The young man was startled and looked back. Unexpectedly, there was a wall behind him.
After being shocked, he quickly stepped forward and touched it, but he realized that it was not an illusion, but that it felt really strong.
"What's going on? Did you encounter a ghost? Or...a practitioner's spell?"
The boy calmed down and jumped up.
He has a strong body and can fly extremely high. He is clearly a first-level warrior who has trained his Qi and blood.
No wonder he dared to take advantage of Fatty Tang.
But the next moment, the young man discovered that the wall in front of him could grow taller on its own.
Although he jumped well, he was not good enough to climb over the wall. Instead, he was about to hit the wall himself.
The boy stretched out his limbs, intending to break the wall and climb up.
But the wall looked like a brick wall, and it was slippery at this moment.
He immediately slid down the wall.
The young man's heart was filled with anger. He took deep breaths continuously, then gathered all his strength and kicked the wall, trying to knock it down.
However, the wall did not move at all, but the shock made the soles of his feet numb, and he felt as if his leg bones were about to break.
The force of the shock caused him to fall backwards, and his back hit another wall.
"Who are they?" The young man tapped his toes, moved his numb right leg, and asked in confusion, "What grudge do we have?"
Zhang Dongyun looked at the other person with a smile and said nothing.
The young man gradually became anxious.
His little brothers are ambushing Fatty Tang.
But if he fails to do so, the brothers will definitely not be able to win, and may even be in danger.
"Let me out. If there is any grudge, we will talk about it later. I will never run away!" the young man shouted anxiously.
However, the wall in front of him was still high.
The young man had no choice but to continue trying to climb the wall in front of him.
The houses on both sides of the alley seem to be much higher.
Square and square, he seemed trapped in a well.
If it were really an ordinary well, he would be sure to come out of it.
Now I can only sit in the city of sleepiness and sorrow.
While waiting anxiously, time always feels like it's passing very slowly.
After an unknown amount of time, the wall in front of me suddenly disappeared, and the houses on both sides of the alley returned to normal.
The young man ignored his joy and rushed to Fatty Tang's private house.
However, while running, he calmed down.
After he got close, he didn't rush over in a big way. Instead, he concealed his figure and approached quietly.
Sure enough, all the little brothers had been caught by the other party and beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen.
They thought that the leader was following behind the opponent and was preparing to attack from both front and rear, so they all ambush and charged out.
Unexpectedly, his boss didn't show up.
There are warriors among Fatty Tang's thugs. Although they are only in the first level, they are enough to deal with a group of ruffian teenagers.
Then everyone was knocked to the ground.
"Tell me, where did that little brat He Sanyang go?"
Fatty Tang asked angrily.
"I don't know." None of the young men on the ground wanted to reveal their boss.
Fatty Tang was so angry that he laughed back: "You idiots, he dumped you and went home happily! It's a pity that you are here to die."
"Third brother will not abandon us!"
A small boy, who seemed to be only twelve or three years old, shouted in protest.
Then he was slapped by Fatty Tang, causing his nose to be bruised and his face to be swollen.
He Sanyang, who was hiding in the dark, clenched his fists, but took a deep breath and controlled himself not to rush out.
Instead of running away, he took another approach.
set fire.
As a result, fires broke out everywhere around Fatty Tang's foreign residence.
"Put out the fire! Put out the fire!"
Fatty Tang shouted angrily: "Find that little bastard!"
A group of people went around to put out the fire, but the warrior's eyes flashed.
He suddenly grabbed the boy, who was only twelve or three years old, and threatened to throw him into the sea of fire.
"Boy, come out!"
The man shouted coldly: "Otherwise I will throw your people into the fire one by one!"
"It's true that you don't move."
He Sanyang's voice suddenly emerged from behind Fatty Tang.
Fatty Tang was about to turn around when he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.
He Sanyang put a short knife on his neck and said coldly: "Tell him to let him go."
At the same time as he spoke, the tip of the knife had pierced Mr. Tang's neck.
Feeling that the other party was a desperado at a young age, Fatty Tang's voice trembled: "Let... let him go."
The big man holding the man was unmoved: "Boy, who do you think you are threatening? I tell you, you are not worthy of negotiating terms with me. If you kill him, I will find another employer at worst."
He Sanyang stared at the other person, and the tip of the knife slowly penetrated Fatty Tang's neck.
Fatty Tang screamed: "Hurry up and let him go! I order you to let him go!"
"Shut up, stupid pig."
The big man's voice was cold: "You are an ordinary mortal, what qualifications do you have to order me? Boy, stab him to death. If you don't stab him to death, I will break his neck with my own hands later."
Fatty Tang was trembling all over.
But the big man had no scruples and threw the boy in his hand into the sea of fire.
He Sanyang pushed Fatty Tang away, jumped out, hugged the young man in mid-air, and they fell to the ground together, turning into two rolling gourds.
However, the next moment, the wind sounded above them.
The big man had already rushed in front of He Sanyang.
His throwing action was a little slower just now, just to give He Sanyang time to react.
The other party really fell into the trap.
The big man slapped He Sanyang on the head.
Unexpectedly, He Sanyang adjusted his body on the ground and kicked his legs up in a row!
The first kick is to kick away the opponent's palm.
The second kick is to kick the opponent directly in the throat!
The big man was stunned for a moment, and his palm had been kicked away by He Sanyang.
The severe pain told him that there might be a bone fracture in his hand.
Just like him, this boy is a warrior with cultivation!
When I rushed over to pick up someone just now, I deliberately reserved my strength, and now it explodes.
Underestimating the enemy, the big man didn't use his full strength in one palm strike, and he immediately suffered a big loss when he kicked He Sanyang.
But the bigger loss will be when the opponent's second kick goes straight to his vital point.
The big man barely dodged and passed the vital point, but He Sanyang was still hit on the chest, and he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Before he could recover, He Sanyang hugged him and threw him into the sea of fire!
"You just said, who do you want to throw in?"
He Sanyang stood up and sneered.
The big man howled miserably and tried to rush out.
He Sanyang flew up and kicked him again, hitting the opponent's chest.
The big man's whole body was on fire, his sternum was completely shattered, and he was kicked into the sea of fire again.
He was seriously injured and could not get up, and was soon engulfed in a sea of fire.
He Sanyang moved his ankles and came to the stunned Fatty Tang: