After Wang Jiang and the others handed the letter to the person in charge, they left politely.
Perhaps they were lucky. As soon as they reached the door downstairs, they saw Zuo Chongming crossing the street.
Although it was just a glimpse, a flash of light flashed in Wang Jiang's head and he instantly recognized his identity.
"Zuo Chongming!"
Wang Jiang's pupils shrank, and he quickly grabbed his companions and motioned them to look forward: "This person is Zuo Chongming."
"Are you sure?" The woman followed his gaze and asked in surprise, "Isn't this a coincidence?"
Wang Jiang said seriously: "He is a butcher in Yunhe Town. He often goes to my martial arts gym to deliver meat. I am very familiar with him."
The strong man frowned and asked thoughtfully: "Have we seen this person just now when we came in?"
Wang Jiang quickly caught up and said in a low voice: "That's right, but I didn't think of it at the time. I just felt it was a bit familiar."
"Then what are you waiting for? Chase!"
The three of them speeded up their pace in a tacit understanding, chasing Zuo Chongming towards the gate of Fangshi.
The strong man said cautiously: "This kid may know something to prevent him from talking nonsense. Let's wait some distance away from Fangshi before we kill him."
The Liansheng Sect cannot see the light, so they have to be careful.
…
The two parties left Fangshi soon, one after the other.
"Hurry, hurry up."
Wang Jiang waited impatiently for the servant to bring out the horse, then turned over and rode on, chasing Zuo Chongming: "I'll take a step first and stop him."
"Be careful."
The two strong men glanced at the stable and warned cautiously: "That boy can kill Lao Li, so he must have some skills. Don't let the boat capsize."
"I know."
Wang Jiang shouted, raised his whip, and galloped away.
Fortunately, Zuo Chongming was not a good horse, nor was he fast, so the distance between the two quickly shortened.
At this moment, Zuo Chongming seemed to notice something and took the time to look back.
"Don't leave!"
Wang Jiang simply dropped his bamboo hat, stepped on the horse's back and used his strength to leap towards him, like an eagle spreading its wings, and pounced towards him, its blade as sharp as an eagle's hook and claws.
"Master Wang? You're fine."
Zuo Chongming smiled casually, pressed his hand slightly down on the saddle, used his strength to dismount, avoid the blade, and launched out the powerful Prajna Palm.
Bang, bang….
At the cost of his left hand being disabled, Wang Jiang resisted the first palm, but when faced with the second palm that followed, he had no room to dodge.
"puff……"
Wang Jiang's eyes bulged, and with the sound of his sternum cracking, the clothes on his back bulged.
In just an instant, his clothes were torn apart by broken bones and flesh, as if someone had set off firecrackers, and a dazzling fountain of blood suddenly spurted out.
[Tip]: "Kill a fifth-level warrior in the Tempering Realm and gain 200 cultivation points."
"Wang Jiang!"
The strong man, who was half a step behind, witnessed this bloody scene with his own eyes. He suddenly became furious and roared: "Damn it, I'm going to tear you apart."
Uh-huh….
Before he could rush over with the knife, a bright silver light suddenly appeared, like a leaping silver dragon, biting Zuo Chongming's forehead first.
Zuo Chongming leaned over and rolled, avoiding the spear point, while grabbing Wang Jiang's weapon and slashing it out with his arm.
Dang, Dang Dang…….
The woman rushed forward with a gun and attacked fiercely. A big gun danced out in the shadows, like a silver python moving, and her moves never left Zuo Chongming's vital points.
The snow waves were picked up by the strong wind, whistling and covering the two of them.
Then a strong wind came, but it was the strong man who rushed to the battlefield...
This iron-tower-like man was like a terrifying bulldozer, carrying a thick-backed large-ring knife and slashing at Zuo Chongming's head.
"Clang!"
Zuo Chongming's muscles and bones suddenly roared together, rumbling like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, and the snow where he landed exploded into small craters one after another.
The woman squinted her eyes and scanned the ground. When she saw the frozen soil with fine cracks bursting out, her face couldn't help but look extremely ugly: "You have actually reached the level of strength?"
The two of them finally realized why Zuo Chongming was able to kill three people, Lao Li, and why Wang Jiang couldn't withstand his blow.
"So what about Hua Jin?"
The strong man descended the mountain like an evil tiger, surging evil energy erupted, his eyes were scarlet and he roared: "Even the king of heaven, I must die."
"Hard to say."
Zuo Chongming narrowed his eyes and suddenly took a step forward to raise the knife horizontally. The moment the blade came into contact, he suddenly released his force to the side and struck out with his backhand Prajna Palm.
Bang~!...Bang.
Their expressions changed dramatically at the same time, and they stepped back to distance themselves.
"So cruel..."
The strong man tore the clothes under his ribs, and he suddenly saw clear dark red palm prints, and fine blood beads could not stop seeping out.
"hiss……"
His face twitched fiercely, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
If his iron shirt hadn't been perfected, this palm would have been enough to crack the flesh, shatter the ribs, penetrate the organs... and kill him directly!
The woman hurriedly checked and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
The strong man stared at Zuo Chongming bitterly, took out the elixir, swallowed it, and said with a groan: "It must take a while to relieve the power contained in it."
The woman drew her gun and rushed forward: "I'll deal with this bastard, you rest for now."
"careful."
The strong man's sore lips were trembling, and hot sweat broke out on his forehead in the cold weather.
He also wanted to help, but as long as he moved a little, half of his body was in pain, and he could only watch the woman fight alone.
"Ho~tui~!"
Zuo Chongming coughed a few times, feeling the severe pain in his shoulder, and spat with bloody saliva: "You are lucky, the iron cloth shirt is perfect."
The golden bell cover and the iron cloth shirt are very common martial arts skills for external training. The former protects against bright energy, while the latter protects against dark energy.
Based on their outstanding defensive abilities, many warriors practice deliberately, but few can persist to perfection.
Because there is a common problem with external martial arts training, that is, it takes too long, the steps are complicated, and it requires a lot of energy and time.
But the good thing about it is that it doesn’t require so high a level of understanding.
The strong man in front of Zuo Chongming happened to belong to the small group of people wearing iron cloth shirts.
"You're also lucky."
The woman sneered and fired a shot, accompanied by red tassels fluttering, and she was within a foot of him in an instant: "But that's it for now, just die."
"Death? Just up to you?"
Zuo Chongming laughed out loud, with a narrow smile flashing in his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand and threw the long knife towards her.
"Guizhou donkey skills..."
The woman raised her arms and shook her gun, and lightly opened the long knife. Just as she was about to continue stabbing him, she suddenly discovered that... the barrel of the gun was caught by him.
"Let go!"
I saw Zuo Chongming's wrist shaking slightly, and a strange force spread along the barrel of the gun. The spear immediately buzzed and trembled, as if it was alive.
The woman felt that the spear did not obey her command, cracked her hands and cracked the jaws, and was pulled out with a whoosh.
Then, a white palm appeared in her field of vision - bang!
"Forehead……."
The woman's delicate body trembled violently, her forehead was intact, but the back of her head exploded like a rotten watermelon.
[Tip]: "Kill a fourth-level warrior in the Tempering Realm and gain 130 cultivation points."