Chapter 92 The power is infinite? Compare with me!
[Welcome to use Huobangbang Navigation, this time the destination is Lujiazhuang, Dashengguan.]
[Please go straight ahead for 551 kilometers.]
Immediately, Zhou He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. In just a moment, the vehicle speed immediately reached the limit speed of 180KM.
"Liu Tieshou, when will the Heroes Conference start?" Zhou He asked Liu Tieshou.
"Today, Lujiazhuang is thousands of miles away from here. It's no time to climb." Liu Tieshou said a little lonely.
"It's okay today, it's probably not too late." Zhou He glanced at the sun that had just risen and breathed a sigh of relief.
It is now six o'clock in the morning. At the speed of the van, it can fly 180 kilometers per hour, which is 540 kilometers in three hours.
Come to think of it, the Heroes Conference won't end so soon.
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Three hours later, Dashengguan, Lujiazhuang's martial arts field.
"You brat, let me meet you." Dalba let go of the injured Huo Du, picked up the golden pestle in his hand and rushed towards Yang Guo in the field.
"Well come."
Yang Guo immediately felt the wind at his feet, leaned back, and avoided the waving golden pestle with his body in a strange posture.
At the same time, a force moved his body backward.
When the golden pestle attacked again, Yang Guo tapped his foot, turned his body, then swung the sword in his hand and stabbed Dalba with one strike.
"Ah!" Dalba was also a man who had experienced hundreds of battles. He waved the golden pestle, and the huge force actually broke the sword in Yang Guo's hand.
"Ah?" Yang Guo was also startled, and immediately used Qinggong, his body immediately rose into the air, avoiding Dalba's attack.
Then, he landed on a stone pillar, holding a broken sword, pointing at Dalba not far away and said: "Stop moving, do you have someone named Qiu Yinong——"
Before Yang Guo finished speaking, a loud shout came from the air.
"Get away, get away from me!"
This loud shout directly attracted the attention of everyone present.
"Then...what is that?"
"Big Bird? No, no..."
"Iron box? There seems to be someone inside."
"The iron box seems to be coming towards us."
"Hey, when you say that, it seems true."
"Fuck, flash."
"If you don't want to die, run away."
"Ah...run quickly!"
The martial arts heroes who were watching on the side immediately looked frightened, and each used their own skills to escape from the place.
Those with quick reactions and good skills can naturally avoid it.
However, there were six heroes with inferior martial arts skills standing on that side, and they did not react.
If nothing goes wrong, the iron box will definitely hit those six people.
"Not good!" Guo Jing, who was standing by, saw this situation and thought to himself, "It's not good."
Immediately, he mobilized his inner strength, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were conceived in his palms, and he was about to fly up and knock the iron box away.
However, at this moment, I saw a monk coming down from the iron box, holding a man in his hand.
"drink!"
The monk shouted loudly and punched the iron box.
The next second, I saw that the iron box's landing trajectory was farther away, and it crashed directly into the house over there.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise.
Several pillars supporting the house were directly broken, and then the house, which was five to six meters high, collapsed, causing a large cloud of smoke and dust.
"Bang!"
Zhou He suddenly fell to the ground from a high altitude, his feet crushed several hard green bricks around him, and his feet sank deep into the ground.
"Phew! Looks like we're not too late yet." Zhou He put down the frightened Liu Tie's hand, then walked out of the pit and began to pat the dirt on his shoes.
"But, it's so cold." Zhou He was trembling all over. He didn't expect that it was actually winter here.
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Before everyone present could react, Yang Guo spoke first.
"Monk, who are you? Why did you come down here sitting on an iron box?" Yang Guo pointed at Zhou He with a broken sword and asked.
"My name is Zhou He, and I'm not a monk, I'm not a monk, I'm not a monk." Zhou He said firmly.
"Not a monk? Then why is your hair so short?" Yang Guo scratched his head and asked.
"You control me." Zhou He didn't bother to explain.
"What kind of wild monk dares to destroy your grandfather and my fight? Die!" Dalba came to his senses, shouted, and hit Zhou He's chest with the golden pestle in his hand.
"Hey, hey, hey, your opponent is me." Yang Guo saw Dalba taking action and shouted immediately, but he did not take action.
Zhou He's eyes narrowed, and he made a stroke with his right hand on his waist. Suddenly, the butcher's knife was in his hand, and then he slashed at the attacking golden pestle with the knife.
"Boom!"
A storm swept out, instantly blowing away the smoke and dust all around.
The knife and the pestle collided, and Zhou He's butcher's knife actually shattered.
The golden pestle of Darba was also broken from the middle.
"Click, rub, rub!" Dalba took three steps back before regaining his balance.
Obviously, you can still see Dalba's hands shaking violently.
Looking back at Zhou He, he was holding a knife handle, his right hand was extremely steady, and his steps didn't even move.
"Darba? I heard that you are extremely powerful. How about we show your strength?" Zhou He threw away the knife handle in his hand and then looked at Dalba.
"Wow..."
The people present finally reacted and saw Dalba being repelled from the front, and there was an uproar.
"Brother Jing, who is this person? He has so much strength." Huang Rong said with a solemn expression.
"I don't know him. He said his name is Zhou He. I don't have the slightest impression in my mind." Guo Jing shook his head and said.
"Wow, monk, you are so strong, you are actually stronger than this Dalba." Yang Guo jumped slightly, landed on the ground, looked at Zhou He, and exclaimed.
"Wow, wow, see what you do." Dalba shouted angrily, threw away the golden pestle in his hand, and rushed towards Zhou He with his fists clenched.
"Well done!" Zhou He responded with a fist.
In an instant, the two fists collided together.
"Bang!" a muffled sound.
"Ah..." The bones of Dalba's right hand were directly dislocated, and then he screamed and flew backwards.
"Okay! Well done."
"Well done, monk, so awesome."
"I thought he was so powerful, but he was defeated with just one punch."
Zhou He's punch immediately made the martial arts heroes present cheer.
When King Jinlun saw this, he frowned and then struck out with his palm.
Just when he was about to hit Dalba, he turned his right hand and an invisible airflow appeared, dragging Dalba directly. His huge body stopped immediately and landed safely on the ground.
"Master!" Dalba endured the pain and glanced at Jinlun Dharma King gratefully.
