In the farthest place, he saw a bald man in red.

He has a bald head and a chubby face. Even if he is not smiling, under the light of the torch, he still shows a bit of joy and looks very friendly.

However, what was completely inconsistent with his extremely friendly appearance were his words and actions.

"Click..."

While laughing, he stretched out his hand and twisted the hemp pole, breaking the arms of the child with broken legs in his hands.

Regardless of the other party's suppressed wailing, "Don't forget, your mother and your sister are still hungry. If you don't help me find that person, I will let you go down to accompany your father."

The pain of the physical body is nothing compared to the fear of the soul.

As soon as these words came out, the kid with the broken leg didn't even dare to cry anymore, and struggled hurriedly: "Master Arhat, it's on this road, he passes by it every day. Maybe he hasn't come yet, please wait."

"It's best like this...that man broke into Sanqi Xiangtang and let the patrol camp smell it, which almost ruined our plan.

If I don't give an explanation, I can't afford it, and no one else can bear the blame, especially you, Ermu, and your whole family will die."

Mr. Arhat's fat face was contorted, and after being angry for a while, he waved his hand again, "Put out the torch and continue to wait..."

'I finally understand why, after rescuing this child with a broken leg in a private house where people were burning incense, there was no gratitude in his eyes, but rather unconcealable hatred?'

At the time, I thought it was ordinary, but now that I think about it, I suddenly realize it.

'It turns out that he was originally in the same group with those guys, and he knew that if things continued, he would be punished. Moreover, there was no way he could escape the control of these people.'

Some thoughts flashed through Zhang Kun's mind like lightning, and his eyes were bloodshot.

This gang of people are extremely cruel and evil in their actions. The most important thing is that they are so obsessed with revenge...

"In order to deal with the destruction of Xiangtang, he was so patient. He spent four or five days keeping an eye on me and even sent people to ambush me."

The more Zhang Kun thought about it, the angrier and angrier he became, but his heart was as calm as ice.

Breathing also became even, long, delicate and silent.

The moment the firelight disappeared, his figure had already dodged to one side and jumped into the alley.

The clothes were torn and the wind was strong, and suddenly a strong wind blew through the alley.

Before the three swordsmen could react, they felt as if a black shadow rushed past them.

Bang bang...

There were two muffled sounds, mixed with the soft sound of broken bones.

There was a muffled hiss, which lasted only half a sound and then stopped.

Chi...

The torch was lit at the right time, and the child with the broken leg stared at the two archers with wide eyes.

I was so shocked that I even forgot about the pain in my arm.

He saw a person on the left with a crooked head and a broken neck...

The archer on the right has his back folded back from the middle, forming a narrow angle.

The two of them didn't even shoot a single arrow. Although they were separated, they were killed one after another in a very short period of time.

There is not much difference between a broken neck and a broken lumbar spine.

The figure jumped up from the side wall and jumped into the three sword hands. It swayed from side to side, passed through the knife net, and slid close to the ground like an arrow from a string.

He suddenly jumped up, made empty fists with both hands, and made two snapping sounds, shattering the Adam's apples of the left and right swordsmen at the same time.

At the same time, his figure jumped up in the air and rolled, lying horizontally in the air. A heavy palm fell from the sky, hitting the Tianling Gai of the last swordsman.

boom……

There was a loud sound.

The knife hand sunk in the top of his head. He let go of the knife in his hand, rolled his eyes, and fell straight down, with blood splashing from his nose, ears, and apertures.

"It's you."

The smile on the round-faced fat man's face was completely frozen.

He thought that the other party would come and prepared an ambush, but he never expected that it would appear in this way.

And, without saying hello, they successfully carried out a counter-sneak attack.

"When you sneak attack others, wouldn't it be the best outcome to be attacked by others sneakily?"

Zhang Kun glanced at the blue-light arrow, and he exhaled a lot of bad breath in his heart.

Eyes as sharp as an eagle,

"Fat man, it's your turn."

He had just been filled with excitement, but his heart was extremely calm.

An indescribable depression filled his chest, and he rushed over naturally, as if instinctively.

Kill the ones far away first, then the ones close.

Pass through the three swordsmen, use a rabbit to kick the eagle, and kick the neck of the archer on the left.

Taking advantage of the missile, he used his whirlwind sweeping leg to break the lumbar vertebrae of the archer on the right.

At the same time, he turned back and retreated quickly, staying close to the ground to avoid the blockade of the sword light. The Overlord raised the cauldron and struck the throat, and the roc spread its wings and smashed the skull...

The murderous aura is so fierce that this is the case.

After killing five people, Zhang Kun felt very happy, and the essence of the boxing skills he had learned before passed through his mind one by one.

There is more of a sense of integration.

'It turns out that this is actual combat... Only by experiencing the struggle of blood and fire, and the choice of life and death, can the spirit of boxing be sublimated and one can understand the true meaning of the art of killing enemies.'

This feeling of dancing on the tip of a knife cannot be matched by any amount of practice.

The same speed, strength, and defense...

Zhang Kun feels that the current self can beat the two previous selves.

A bright light of enlightenment.

It's like a heart lamp is lit.

Watching Zhang Kun divide five by three, he wiped out all the elites in his Xiangtang.

The fat man in red's eyes were twitching wildly.

He looked at the child with a broken leg in his hand with a ferocious expression, gritted his teeth and smiled: "This is what you said, his kung fu is not very strong, he almost didn't get beaten by a black hand, and he was injured. You are not blind.

, you are just lying to me..."

The fat man in red, Zeng Luohan, grabbed the child and threw him to the ground.

Listening to the sound of bones breaking, his expression actually became calmer.

"It doesn't matter that I underestimated you. It's still too late to make up for it."

He casually pulled off the long red robe on his body, raised his hands above his head and put them together.

He made a hand gesture, stepped on the ground, and stepped down hard.

"I would like to ask Lord Guan Shengdi to come down to earth quickly and help his disciples slay demons!"

When a mantra is heard, the change only occurs in an instant.

Zhang Kun only had time to take three steps forward, but the fat on the fat man's body had already swollen and swollen, and his figure had grown several inches taller.

The face is as heavy as a jujube, so red that it almost bleeds...

At the same time, he raised his right hand and raised his palm into a sword. There seemed to be a cold light flashing along the edge of his palm, and amidst the violent shouts, Po Feng screamed loudly.

‘It’s actually a divine attack?’

'This kind of thing can be possessed by Mr. Guan, isn't it fake?'

Zhang Kun couldn't believe it.

He believed in science, Chinese martial arts, and the physical training methods at this time.

However, he has always believed that the so-called magical methods such as divine fighting and talisman water are all self-deception.

Unexpectedly, the man in front of him taught him a good lesson.

Hearing with the ears is false, seeing with the eyes is true.

Even, what the eyes see may not be real.

Of course people will have their own prejudices.

However, it is not good if you are limited by stereotypes, do not know how to adapt, and cannot see the truth.

To exist is to be reasonable.
Chapter completed!