Chapter 172 The mayfly is comparable to the heaven and the earth, the Vientiane goes to see all bein
As the road moved forward, there were gradually fewer pedestrians on the road, and the stalls selling goods became empty for a while. Only sparse tents and homeless people living at the foot of the wall on the roadside could be seen.
Yan Yunzhi walked quickly, trying to use the cover of a small number of pedestrians to quickly reach the opposite intersection, but someone bumped into him at the front of the road.
This was a green forest man in shabby clothes. He looked powerful. When he came up to her, he opened his hands and wanted to hug her. Yan Yunzhi suddenly kicked the opponent's instep, smashed his arms, and swept her away.
The man hit the ground. At this time, someone rushed over from the side. The man grabbed his palm. Yan Yunzhi also reached out and grabbed two of the man's fingers. His grasping hand moved towards the man's wrist.
Her steps were smooth, and she was walking backwards. Since she had grabbed the opponent's finger with one hand, it was equivalent to grasping the vital point. The opponent relied on his greater strength and grabbed it with the other hand to get out of trouble. The two sides moved forward one after another.
After walking a few steps, Yan Yunzhi's hand moved continuously, and the man screamed in pain, his arm came out of joint with a click, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans poured out on his face. Yan Yunzhi let go of the man, turned around and left.
Although she has practiced swordsmanship for many years and has strict requirements on herself, she is the daughter of a powerful hero after all. Except for the time when she killed two Jurchen soldiers, she had a major breakthrough in actual combat. At other times, she was still in a state of
In a relatively safe position. But this time when Baofeng left Juxianju, his temperament matched Tan Gongjian's righteous and lonely spirit. At this time, he used clever methods to deal with the enemy. It can be said that he was clean and neat, and he had already risen.
A lot of martial arts.
After just injuring these two people, the road ahead becomes unstoppable...
Several other figures were already running over there panting, and from behind, the previous pursuers were also gathering one after another.
The man with a dislocated arm had a fierce look on his face and was still trying to come over. Yan Yunzhi's eyes had also turned cold. He spread out his two swords and stabbed the opponent's door with one sword, forcing him back. She faced the courtyard on one side of the street.
The wall slowly recedes.
"Girl, stop running away." One of the leaders of these pursuers shouted loudly, "This is my Iron Fist Chajiu's territory. You can't run away."
"Whoever comes over will die first." Yan Yunzhi's words were cold.
There were only a few pedestrians on the road running away at this time. There were ten people gathered around here. The "Iron Fist" at the head shouted: "Girl, it's the 'Equality King' who wants to take you back. You can't run away, so why do this.
You see, we have been ordered not to use weapons, and we don't want to hurt your life, but you can't fight with two fists. How long can you resist? We will catch you later. If we use ropes and fishing nets to tie you up,
You, a girl's family, are going to be embarrassed, and you can't run away anyway, so why bother going to that point."
This man was tall. Although his clothes looked shabby and he was just the leader of a small group, his words were well-founded and very convincing. Just after he finished speaking, Yan Yunzhi's dagger in his right hand was still forward, but his left hand was
He turned around, put the sword edge against his own throat, and shouted: "Get out of the way!"
Her actions made everyone stunned. At the next moment, the girl suddenly turned around and ran towards the wall behind, but she wanted to take advantage of this moment to climb over the wall and break out.
She turned around and saw three figures on the wall behind her. They were holding a fishing net and wanted to throw it down. The other party was slightly stunned when they saw Yan Yunzhi holding his sword to his throat. Yan Yunzhi was also stunned. At this moment,
A wooden stick came whirling and whirling. It passed over Yan Yunzhi's head and was thrown directly into the fishing net. There were only a few "ahhh" and "plop" sounds. Three figures on the wall were rolled back by the fishing net, and they all fell into the fishing net.
In the rear yard.
On the street, Yan Yunzhi, Zha Jiu and others turned around and saw the figure of a young man walking towards here.
"A bunch of bitches are bullying the minority. It's really hard to stand. If you want to fight, add me."
This young man stood tall and straight, walking straight into the sunshine. The people here came to greet him: "We are working under the name of 'Ping Ping Wang', and Wugan people are waiting to report their names."
"I am your long-lost father."
Among the light and dust, one of them rushed over. With a wave of the boy's hand, the man suddenly turned into a rolling gourd as if he was shorter. This was indeed a crushing victory in terms of skill and strength. Yan Yunzhi saw the iron fist
Zha Jiu shook his right hand, and a fist with an iron glove appeared. He shouted in a low voice, his inner energy surged, his body was low, and then he rushed forward suddenly, punching out with an "Ah——",
Like thunder exploding.
As the leader of a small force in Jiangning City, it is impossible for him to have no artistic skills. Yan Yunzhi is not old enough and has not accumulated enough experience, but he can also see the ferocity of the opponent's punch from the internal energy and huge momentum of this punch. This
Iron Fist Cha Jiu looked nearly a head taller than the young man. At this moment, he punched the approaching young man in the face with all his strength. In theory, this punch should be avoided.
However, what came next was the dull sound of an iron fist hitting a flesh and blood body. The young man stretched out one hand, right in front of him, and directly caught the opponent's punch with all his strength. His clothes were bulging and tight.
On the sleeves, the outline of the bulging arms can already be seen faintly.
"Ah...ahhhhhhhh-"
Iron Fist Cha Jiu maintained his punching posture, one step forward and one step behind, trying his best to push forward, but the next moment, his steps started to slide on the ground. The heroic young man grabbed his fist with one hand,
He took a step forward, pushing an adult back inch by inch.
"'Iron Fist' Cha Jiu, more than ten grown men, bullying a woman."
The young man stepped forward and spoke. Cha Jiu's feet moved back inch by inch, leaving traces on the dirt. The moment he finally wanted to withdraw his fist and retreat, the young man grabbed the edge of his fist with one hand and pointed towards it with the other hand.
He grabbed his wrist and grabbed it.
"Today, I will pretend that I never gave birth to a son like you."
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"
In the light and shadow of autumn, the tall Cha Jiu was grabbed by the arm and slowly pressed forward. He screamed in agony, folded his arm, and knelt down with his knees facing the ground. The young man pushed him
The whole person is pressed to the ground.
This is the first time Yan Yunzhi has seen someone with such natural powers.
It's simply a bit more powerful than that damn Long Aotian.
The rest of the people hesitated for a moment, shouted and waved their weapons, and charged in that direction. What followed was a one-sided street fight.
The streets stirred up dust.
When the young man punched everyone with incomparable force and beat everyone to the ground, Yan Yunzhi saw another young man with a tall figure and handsome appearance walking towards her gently.
"Practice Tan Gongjian, which shows the origin of family education." The other party smiled and said, "I wonder who the girl's name is. Why was she deceived by these villains?"
Even in troubled times, there are good people.
Yan Yunzhi's mood suddenly relaxed.
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The other side of the city.
Ning Ji had already taken a few casual glances at the street where the newspaper office was located.
This is not about destroying a martial arts gym, nor is it about Leng Touqingdi challenging the world's best master. A deliberate and unintentional raid on a newspaper office will not be too dangerous. Even if the newspaper office is run by the "King of Wheels" Xu Zhaonan
Covering is the same.
Therefore, he didn't wait too long and climbed in from the side wall.
The items at the side and rear of the yard were messy, with some old jars and jars placed there, and there was also the smell of pickles. It was a normal place. Ning Ji moved towards the building in front of him, and when he got closer, he suddenly felt something strange.
, there seems to be something wrong with the sounds coming from upstairs and in front.
He frowned slightly. But looking at the simple structure of the wooden building, he already stepped up with his feet, and reached the window at the back of the second floor with a few strokes.
The people in the room made strange curses, which sounded like they were hurt. Ning Ji listened to the window for a moment. Some people in the wooden building were not walking right. There seemed to be a faint smell in the strong smell of ink.
A little bit of blood.
What happened? Someone hit himself on the head while printing a newspaper?
He pushed open the window and took a peek inside, only to see several tables and chairs in a messy arrangement in the room inside the window, some papers had been knocked to the ground, and there were some blood stains on the ground, which were traces of a fight.
Huh? The conscience of these sour scholars who slandered people's innocence found out that they were engaging in internal strife? Was it so intense?
Suddenly seeing such a thing, Ning Ji was a little excited for a moment and thought about whether to join in immediately and give some correct guidance.
At this time, the sound of commotion came from outside. A large group of people came here, and some people had already reached the front gate.
Ning Ji frowned, closed the window, and dropped his body along the wall.
Amidst the commotion over there, someone opened the courtyard door, and a group of people were coming in, cursing and saying something. Although some of the words were in dialect, and it was difficult to distinguish what they were saying for a while, Ning Ji probably guessed whether he was here or not.
As luck would have it, the chaos in the room is probably more than just internal strife.
This is a bit unlucky.
At this point, he had no time to think about it. He trotted along the way he came from, and used his strength to climb out of the wall behind him. Only then did he pop up. He saw someone looking over at him not far from the alleyway behind him.
, suddenly drew his sword and rushed towards this side: "Who?"
This man seemed to have good footwork. He probably didn't expect someone to appear behind the yard at first. When he met him, he subconsciously wanted to come over and intercept him. Ning Ji turned over and walked out, turned around and ran away, feeling quite aggrieved.
It's not me who did it... Of course I can't say this.
As the other party ran, he shouted from behind: "This is the territory of the 'King of Wheels', and this certain person is Qiao Bin, the 'Quick Knife'. If you dare to come over and cause trouble, why bother running around? You have the guts to leave your name and challenge me in a duel -"
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"Hmph." Ning Ji walked quickly and passed over some of the debris and garbage piled up in the alleyway in front of him, as if he was flying over. He didn't bother to hide it, "Well, I am the legendary martial arts... martial arts leader! Long Ao
sky!"
"Long Aotian? This name... uh... are you the five... five-foot yin demon?"
The voice originally wrote down the name according to the number of rivers and lakes. Halfway through, he suddenly remembered. In fact, now that the heroes of Jiangning have gathered together, the name of a small flower-picking thief was recorded on a broken newspaper. Those who care about it
There weren't many people there, but this newspaper was originally published in this neighborhood. After reading it, the other party was impressed and blurted it out.
The "five-foot-yin demon" was running in front, and he was chasing after him with a knife. The people on the other side of the courtyard were alerted and seemed to be rounding up at this time. However, seeing the notorious young man's outstanding achievements, they distanced themselves in an instant.
He might not be able to catch up next. But at this moment, the young man who was about to rush out of the alley ahead suddenly stopped when he heard his words.
"I...wipe..."
When Qiao Bin saw the young man, he cursed, stretched out his hands, turned around and ran towards him.
"Well done!"
Qiao Bin laughed and slashed out with his knife. However, the next moment, his vision suddenly blurred. The "swift knife" he swung was caught by someone, and his whole body was pushed into the air. In the blink of an eye, he was pushed back ten feet.
Yu, and then he was hit hard to the ground, making him dizzy.
The boy kicked him in the stomach.
"I call you Kuai Dao... I call you Yin Demon... Yin Demon... Yin Demon... Defiling people's innocence..."
People in the yard ahead chased after them, and what they saw was a scene of a young man kicking people wildly in the back alley. Qiao Bin, who was quite skilled in this street, was knocked to the corner by him. He curled up and held his head in his hands.
He was kicked so hard that he had no ability to resist.
The cursing young man had a fierce look in his eyes. When he saw the crowd coming, he glanced at this side. He was really vicious. But the next moment, he climbed over the wall on one side and headed toward an unknown house on the other side.
ran into the yard.
The whole place was filled with shouts of murder. Someone beat gongs and drums, and people with knives and guns surrounded him. They chased the young man's figure as he ran through courtyards, climbed over rooftops, and rushed onto the street again.
It's so unlucky...
Ning Ji ran while feeling sad and angry in his heart.
If he wanted to go out to cause trouble on weekdays, he might prepare a scarf to cover his mouth and nose at the appropriate time, but today he thought it was just a raid on a shabby newspaper office, there would be no danger, and the cloth strips on his body were useless
No, it's too late to cover your face now.
Of course he had already reacted at this time. Not long before he arrived, some unlucky thing had come over to the newspaper office one step ahead and ruined the place. Moreover, after hearing some of the information revealed by this group of people cursing,
The people who came to cause trouble were probably the subordinates of "Equality King" Shibaobao.
Damn it, you bastard, why did you go to someone else's newspaper office to cause trouble? You have a turd in your head...
He cursed secretly in his mind as he was racing along the street, with more than a dozen people or even dozens of people further away chasing him behind him. Most of the pedestrians around him avoided this scene that looked like a vendetta in the green forest, even if they looked at
Various figures who looked like knights from the martial arts world also moved to the side of the road to watch the excitement. At this time, at the door of a restaurant in front, a young monk holding a rice bowl for alms was alerted by the spreading movement and turned to look
He came over, met Ning Ji from a distance, and then opened his mouth in an "O" shape.
"Dragon...Dragon, dragon..." He raised a finger, wanting to recognize each other, but seemed to be hesitant, not understanding the reason for the scene in front of him.
Ning Ji ran all the way, hesitated for a moment, and then ran in that direction.
"Ha, Wukong!"
He ran to the little monk, opened his hands, and hugged him. The little monk seemed to want to get out of the way at that moment, but his body was already grabbed by the other person. He suddenly rose into the air and was pushed backward by Ning Ji.
Throwed out: "Block them for me!"
On the street behind, more than ten people headed by him had already rushed over. The young monk turned into a cannonball and was thrown at the opponent. He was not panicked by this kind of thing. He was in mid-air, sighed, and blocked the rice bowl in front of him.
The few people rushing at the front were unable to brake in time, and several clanging sounds were heard in the air. As the figure of the young monk fell down, he waved his rice bowl and smashed the weapons in the hands of several people. When he landed,
He kicked twice on the legs of the person at the front, collided with his body, and knocked the figure away. Then he grabbed it with one hand and snatched the stick from the hand of the figure behind him.
After being hit, he fell into a ball and was in a state of chaos.
After landing, the little monk held a bowl in his left hand and a dancing stick in his right hand. He took two steps forward and then stepped back on the street. He raised the stick horizontally, and his small figure stopped everyone. At this time, he nodded a little sheepishly and slightly
Bowing: "Ah, Amitabha..." He didn't know what to say, so he turned back and looked at "Brother Long" here.
Long Aotian stretched out his hand and scratched his head. He originally knew that the young monk's martial arts skills were quite good, but he didn't expect that he could fight so beautifully. He opened his mouth for a moment: "There is something..."
"Dragon...Brother Long..."
"Well done, Wukong! You are worthy of being the brother of my martial arts leader Long Aotian——"
After this incident, the eyes of some green forest hawks who were watching the excitement on the street also became cautious. Ning Ji waved his arms and shouted loudly, taking the opportunity to make a name for himself. Later, when he saw more pursuers approaching, he suddenly turned around.
:"Run--"
"Oh...oh!" The little monk reacted, threw the stick forward, and quickly turned around to follow.
A large group of people waved their swords and guns and chased through the neighborhood, but the two figures in front moved even faster. One after the other, they distanced themselves from this side in the blink of an eye. Then they crossed the streets and alleys, leaving their pursuers behind.
to the rear.
The pace slowed down, and the young monk took advantage of the situation to catch up: "Long, Brother Long...it turns out you can also do martial arts..." He didn't know this when the two met outside the city, but the other party caught him just now
The technique and force of throwing it, coupled with the crazy running at this moment, naturally made him understand.
"Of course, I'm a doctor!"
"Uh..." The little monk scratched his head.
Long Aotian hugged his shoulders: "Let's go, let's take you to eat something delicious!"
"Oh! Okay! Thank you, Brother Long!"
With a smile on his face, the little monk had already forgotten what he wanted to say at the last moment.
The two figures disappeared into the crowd laughing and joking. It was the morning of August 18th. The autumn sunshine was warm and genial. Long Aotian and Sun Wukong were together in the dilapidated Jiangning.