There was a muffled "bang" sound, as if a muffled thunder sounded in the distance.
This palm was fast and hard, and its power was astonishing.
"Boom..." As if a bronze bell was ringing, the middle-aged man surnamed Pu's expression did not change and he just took a step back.
A middle-aged man emerged from the shadows, like a simple farmer, with a sad face, as if his life was very difficult and there were too many troubles and hardships that made him frown, and everyone looked worried for him.
He is Zhao Jiang, a disciple of Ziyun Mountain.
Zhu Tianhua floated to Zhao Jiang and said: "Senior Zhao, be careful of that guy, he is very cunning!"
Zhao Jiang nodded: "You are frivolous on the outside but cunning on the inside. I have seen it."
Xiao Sunjun had a solemn look on his face and hummed: "Are you a disciple of Ziyun Mountain?"
Zhao Jiang nodded: "Yes."
"You, Ziyun Mountain, are one of the four major sects, and your disciples are here to serve as guards for the palace. Wouldn't it be a disgrace to Ziyun Mountain?" Xiao Sun smiled and shook his head: "I'm really ashamed of Ziyun Mountain. The more you mix, the more you go back.
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"You don't need to worry anymore." Zhao Jiang said calmly: "You are a disciple of the Dali Iron Sleeve Sect, right?"
"As expected of Ziyunshan, he knows our Dali very well." Xiao Sun said with a smile.
Zhao Jiangdao: "You are causing trouble for your sect, do you know that? If you piss off General Manager Chu, you will go directly to Dali to destroy your sect!"
"Haha, what a loud tone!" Xiao Sun laughed, but his eyes flashed.
Zhao Jiang turned to look at the middle-aged man named Pu: "Are you a disciple of the Dali Jinzhong Sect?"
"You won't say that I also caused trouble for the Admiralty Gate, right?" the middle-aged man surnamed Pu said coldly.
Zhao Jiang nodded: "Yes, Manager Chu has nothing to do with the Holy Sect of Light, but it is a piece of cake to deal with your two sects. There are only three or two disciples like you in the Admiralty Sect, and it is easy to kill them!"
"Xiao Sun is right, your tone is indeed quite serious!" the middle-aged man surnamed Pu said coldly.
Zhao Jiang snorted: "I won't shed tears until I see the coffin. How dare you come to the capital of God to assassinate the prince with such little ability? It's really ridiculous!"
"Then I'll give it a try!" Xiao Sun snorted unconvinced.
After saying that, he waved his long sleeves and let out a soft whistle, like a sword passing by.
Zhao Jiang flicked his finger.
"Poof!" In the muffled sound, the strength of the sleeves turned into a gentle breeze, and everyone's clothes fluttered.
Xiao Sun felt solemn in his heart, but with a sneer on his face, he pulled out a folding fan from his waist, with white jade as the bone and white silk as the surface, with the word "Liu Yun" written on it.
He flicked his fan gently.
Suddenly there was a slight "chi" whistle, and the fan wind roared out, like a shrill scream, which was a bit stronger and sharper than before.
"Liuyun Fan!" Zhao Jiang snorted and waved his sleeves.
"Boo!" The two powerful forces intersect, like pebbles thrown into a lake.
A strong wind suddenly appeared, making everyone's clothes rustle.
"What kind of sleeve skills are you doing?" Xiao Sun frowned and asked.
"Iron Sleeves!" Zhao Jiang said: "How does it compare to your Iron Sleeves?"
"You are indeed worthy of Ziyun Mountain!" Xiao Sun said coldly: "But when it comes to sleeve skills, it's still our Iron Sleeve Sect!"
He gritted his teeth and waved his fan, and a series of shrill whistles sounded.
Zhao Jiang only responded with iron sleeves and waved a dozen times. Xiao Sun's face was gloomy, he took a deep breath, his handsome face turned red, and then he waved his sleeves fiercely.
"Woo..." The wind suddenly rose, as if a mountain torrent emerged from his sleeves, poured down, and slammed into Zhao Jiang fiercely.
Zhao Jiang flicked his finger.
"Bang!" There was a muffled thunderous explosion and strong winds. Everyone squinted their eyes and saw a hole in Xiao Sun's sleeve.
"What kind of martial arts are you doing?" Xiao Sun gritted his teeth and his eyes were like spitting fire.
Zhao Jiangdao: "Broken Jue Finger."
Xiao Sun turned to look at Senior Park.
Although he has secret skills, since he can't defeat him at this time, if he uses secret skills, the opponent will also use secret skills. Ziyun Mountain's secret skills will only be more powerful than Iron Sleeve Sect, and there is no chance of winning.
Senior Pu said calmly: "As expected of Ziyun Mountain, it has a profound foundation and countless extraordinary skills. However, no matter how many martial arts you have, it is better to master one. If you have three hundred and sixty martial arts, I can restrain all of them by taking only one Golden Bell Kung Fu."
Unique skill!"
Zhao Jiang nodded: "The Golden Bell Sect can defeat ten groups with one force, but do you really think you can block my thunder palm?"
"Why not give it a try?" Senior Park hummed.
Zhao Jiang shook his head and sighed: "Everyone, come out!"
Three people suddenly emerged from the shadows, standing in front of Senior Park.
Zhao Jiang said: "How many thunder palms can you receive?"
Senior Park's face darkened.
He has a unique talent and has practiced Jin Zhong Gong to the pinnacle, reaching perfection and being able to block the astonishingly powerful Thunder Palm.
But the Heavenly Thunder Palm is Ziyun Mountain's top secret skill, and he can only block three to four palms.
The power of Ziyunshan's Thunder Palm is astonishing, and the internal energy consumption is also astonishing. The opponent can only fire two or three palms, and he has the upper hand, so he is determined that he will not be able to defeat Chu Li this time, and he will be disgraced.
As long as he can kill these guards in front of him, his status in the Holy Religion of Light will be improved.
The worship of the Guangming Holy Cult is also divided into levels. There are nine levels in total. He is the sixth level, and Xiaosun is only the eighth level. If he can kill the guards of Prince An's Mansion, he can at least be promoted to the first level.
The Guangming Holy Cult has issued a kill order, and all worshipers can come to Daji to assassinate Chu Li. If the assassination is successful, they can be directly promoted to the first level of worship.
It's a pity that things are not as expected.
After seeing three people emerging from the shadows, his heart suddenly sank. Illusion Yin Technique, these three guys are also disciples of Ziyun Mountain!
Xiao Sun sneered and said: "You Ziyun Mountain is so embarrassing. You actually sent four disciples to serve as guards for Prince An's Mansion. It's so embarrassing!"
"Let's think about how to escape." Zhao Jiang snorted: "Prince An's Mansion is not a place where you can come and leave whenever you want!"
"Okay, let's see what your Ziyun Mountain is capable of!" Xiao Sun snorted coldly.
He took the risk and knew that he would not be able to escape unless he tried his best tonight.
His momentum suddenly changed, and an ancient man with a high crown seemed to appear in front of everyone's eyes, with flowing sleeves and a high bearing.
"Bang!" Zhu Tianhua punched out fiercely, trying to interrupt him from performing his secret technique.
"Bang!" Xiao Sun flicked his sleeve, and Zhu Tianhua flew straight out, hit the wall, slid down, and sat limply next to Huo Yuhao.
Huo Yuhao turned to look at him and smiled bitterly.
Zhao Jiang pointed at Xiao Sun and Senior Pu: "Use secret techniques. I will trap this guy and you three will take him down!"
Their figures flickered and became indistinct, like a shadow reflected in front of everyone's eyes.
They divided into two groups and pounced on one person each, erratic and as fast as lightning.
Zhao Jiang attacked Xiao Sun.
"Bang bang bang bang..." Xiao Sun waved his sleeves desperately, trying to escape, but his movement was not as fast as Zhao Jiang's and he was always forced back.
Liu Xing and Xiang Feixue also used secret techniques to attack Xiao Sun.
A moment later, Xiao Sun suddenly let out a loud roar, his clothes puffed up like a balloon, he withstood a thunderous palm, and ran away, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye without a trace.
Zhao Jiang did not pursue him, but was hit by a thunderous palm. He had no chance of surviving, and even if he escaped, he would not live long.
He pounced on the middle-aged man surnamed Park.
The golden light could be vaguely seen flickering on the skin. The middle-aged man named Pu had a solemn face. He didn't care about the attacks of the four people from Ziyun Mountain. He punched out with his fists from time to time, hard and fast.
Liu Xing couldn't dodge and was punched, so he stayed with Zhu Tianhua and the others.
Zhu Tianhua sat under the corner, watching the four men from Zhao Jiang besieging the middle-aged man surnamed Pu, and then looked at a small tree in the corner of the yard: "It seems there is no need to cut off the concentric tree!" (To be continued.)