"Good fight!" Zhang Qian, who had already pushed the car door open halfway and was about to jump out to teach Wang Maozhong a lesson, was stunned and blurted out his cheerful words.

When he calmed down and found the man who had taken action, he saw a middle-aged Taoist priest and a Taoist boy smiling slightly at him by the dirt road diagonally opposite. The Taoist boy still held another wooden stick two feet long in his hand, while the middle-aged Taoist priest had empty hands, crossed his chest, as if he was not bowing.

"Thank you!" Zhang Qian had to say hello after just getting help from the other party. He just hugged his hands in front of his chest. Before he could bow his head, he saw the middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly stumbled behind his arm and quickly pulled a sword from the King of Qin. In an instant, he pulled out a three-foot-long scale rod from behind, as if he was a magician, and raised it high above his head. "In the car, Zhang Qian and Zhang Yongzhao, the 32nd generation leader of the Mo family..."

"The bull's nose is looking for death!" Before he could finish a sentence, a mad dog-like roar sounded next to the carriage. However, Wang Maozhong jumped up from the ground, grabbed a gourd and melon hammer that he held in his hand at some time, and went straight to the Taoist priest's forehead.

"Be careful!" Zhang Qian couldn't stop him, and shouted and jumped out of the carriage. He bent down and picked up a stone in his hand, and smashed Wang Maozhong's heart.

However, he did not have the accurate head of Wang Zhihuan. The stone passed by Wang Maozhong with the sound of wind, and even the man's hair was not touched. Instead, it almost hit the head of the little Taoist boy who raised his long stick and wanted to protect his master, forcing the latter into a hurry.

It was a long time to say that, and at that time, the golden hammer in Wang Maozhong's hand was about to have an intimate contact with the middle-aged Taoist priest's forehead. The latter's body suddenly took a half step to the left, and then a sweep from the scale rod in his hand.

"Do!" Wang Maozhong swung his hammer and hit the scale rod in the middle. In an instant, Mars splashed, and the metal hit sounded crisp and pleasant. The scale rod was actually made of metal. Although it looked much thinner than the gourd hammer, it was also extremely strong.

"Bully's nose, look at the hammer! Look at the hammer!" Unexpectedly, he failed to break the opponent's weapon. Wang Maozhong was a little angry and embarrassed. The golden hammer in his hand turned into a golden whirlwind, and hit the opponent's body one hammer after another, as if the opponent's body was an anvil.

Although the middle-aged Taoist priest was obviously shocked to his palms, he did not dare to confront him head-on. Instead, he treated the metal scale rod as a short sword. While moving his legs, he poked Wang Maozhong's armpits, ribs, chest, throat, etc. with the "sword tip".

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding..." The weapons of both sides were still inevitably colliding, but the sound was much lower than before. Because it was almost noon and the sun was strong, Mars was no longer appearing.

"Evil thief, take me a stick!" The Taoist boy was worried that his master would be injured, so he rushed over from the side. The wooden stick instantly turned into a spear and stabbed Wang Maozhong hard on the lower abdomen.

This move was extremely clean and neat, and the power was used very cleverly. However, unfortunately, I met Wang Maozhong. The latter just turned sideways and put the edge of the stick to the ribs. Immediately followed by the golden gourd hammer to catch the moon under the sea, and "bang" was in the middle of the long stick.

"Ah--" The little Taoist boy was not strong enough, and the long stick was instantly removed from his hand. Wang Maozhong quickly flew up again, kicking the long stick into a windmill in the air, and hitting the middle-aged Taoist priest horizontally. Then, he quickly turned around, the golden hammer hung a whirlwind and headed straight to the bridge of the little Taoist boy's nose.

"Stop!" The middle-aged Taoist priest was so scared that he didn't care about the long stick flying towards him while squirting, and stepped forward and poked Wang Maozhong's spine with a scale rod.

"Bang!" The long stick hit his lower abdomen, causing the pain to make his eyes dark and his feet stagger. And Wang Maozhong wanted this result. He laughed and quickly twisted his body, giving up the pursuit of the Taoist boy, and hit another hammer on the scale rod that had lost its accuracy.

"Dang--" The scale rod made of unknown metal quickly turned into a hook and was smashed into the air. The tiger's mouth of the middle-aged Taoist priest's right hand was also shattered, and blood instantly dyed half of his palm red.

Wang Maozhong succeeded in his treacherous plan and immediately took advantage of the victory to chase after him. He swung the golden gourd hammer high and smashed the middle-aged Taoist priest's shoulder blade again. He wanted to destroy the other party on the spot and let this person become a one-armed hero for the rest of his life.

"Hu——" At the critical moment, a long white stick suddenly hit with the sound of wind and headed straight to the back of Wang Maozhong's head.

Wang Maozhong was unwilling to be injured, so he decisively gave up his attack on the Taoist priest and swung his hammer to block it. "Bang!" The wooden stick and the golden hammer were in contact with each other, and the sound was extremely crisp. Immediately afterwards, the wooden root was bounced high, turning into a long whip in the air, and hitting Wang Maozhong's neck again.

"Good come!" Without looking, Wang Maozhong knew that it was Zhang Qian who picked up the wooden stick that had smashed him off his mount and tried to surround Wei and save Zhao. He decisively left the middle-aged Taoist priest and the little Taoist boy, and turned to fight. The bright golden hammer flew up and down in front of him, like a rolling lightning.

Zhang Qian had never learned the stick technique at all. How could he be the opponent of Wang Maozhong? He could only rely on his flexibly legs and feet, constantly distance himself from the opponent, and then slap the cold one to fight back.

The middle-aged Taoist priest and the little Taoist boy, one holding the right hand of the tiger's mouth cracking, searching for the scale rod that was smashed away. The other one was frightened and frightened, but no one rushed over to help. He was left alone, and was forced to be furious by Wang Maozhong.

"Wang Maozhong, my house owner is a fifth-rank official. Do you want to be killed by the nine clans when you kill the officials and rebel? "At the critical moment, you still have to rely on your own people. Although the coachman Zhang Gui did not understand martial arts, he was loyal. After stopping the carriage, he immediately rushed over with a long whip that drove the carriage and slapped Wang Maozhong in a mess.

"Nonsense, I'm clearly fighting with your owner!" Although Wang Maozhong was not afraid of the whip in Zhang Gui's hand, he was really afraid of the official robe on Zhang Qian's body. His movements were slowing down half a beat in an instant, and his words of defense blurted out.

"I don't have time to pay attention to you!" Zhang Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief, took the opportunity to distance himself from the other party, and poked the long stick as a spear, and speared it in front of him.

Thanks to his recommendation and promotion, Wang Maobo has taught him martial arts in recent times and is very serious. Not only did he teach him all the balance and combat skills on the horse, but in order to help him understand it as soon as possible, he told him very calmly that the Wang family's hammering method comes from daily ironwork. In addition to exerting force and controlling the hammer body skills, the key lies in the three words "stable, accurate, and fast".

Zhang Qian could not master the skills of exerting force and controlling for a while. However, it is not very difficult for Zhang Qian, who has had a foundation in free fighting.

Therefore, relying on the vast space around him, he kept retreating and stabbed the long stick at Wang Maozhong who was trying to get close to him. He did not seek merit, but wanted nothing wrong. He actually made the other party scream in a short time, but he always shortened the distance between the two parties by one step.

"Wang Maozhong, do you have a conscience? If it weren't for my house owner, no one would even want to be an official, even a tenant!" Zhang Gui failed to do his skills, but his skills were not bad. He followed Wang Maozhong, while using a horse whip to interfere with the person's attention, while continuing to criticize him sternly, "If I had changed to me, I could make my brother an official, let alone beat me, even if I beat me to death, I would be willing. You guys don't know what's going on. No wonder the family business that you have earned for your grandfather's life will be defeated in a few years..."

"Then I will kill you first!" Wang Maozhong was scolded and was furious. He gave up his pursuit of Zhang Qian and turned to Zhang Gui.

Zhang Qian had already experienced this move countless times, and of course he refused to be fooled. He sneered and turned around and headed straight to his carriage. "You have the ability to beat him to death, and see who will pay for his life in the end!"

"You are shameless!" Wang Maozhong had clearly rushed to Zhang Gui's side. With one blow, he could make the other party's head become a habit. However, he didn't have the courage to really take action. He cursed and turned around and chased Zhang Qian again.

Now, it was a little too overwhelmed. The middle-aged Taoist priest who found the scale rod. Seeing that the empty door on his side and behind him was leaking, he snatched the horse whip from Zhang Gui and rolled it towards his calves with a whip.

"Bang!" Wang Maozhong ate a whip firmly on his calves, and his feet staggered immediately...

Before he could stand back on his body, Zhang Qian, who had previously deliberately turned his back to him, suddenly turned around. The wooden stick in his hand turned into a white dragon, and with a "bang", it was poking his shoulder.

"Ah——" Wang Maozhong's arm immediately felt like he had a tendon, and it hurt and numb. He could no longer hold the gourd hammer in his hand and fell to the ground with a "clang".

"Wait, grandpa will be beaten back sooner or later!" He knew that he would definitely be beaten up again when he fell into Zhang Qian's hands. This man did not pick up the weapons he passed down from his ancestors, and ran away with his shoulders. He rushed into the woods on the roadside in three or two steps and disappeared completely!

Knowing that this person was a hob, Zhang Qian was too lazy to chase him. He put away the wooden stick and bowed gently to the middle-aged Taoist priest: "Thank you for your righteous help. Zhang Qian is down here, so he is polite!"

"You are indeed Zhang Qian. Ben Juzi has made you very distressed!" The middle-aged Taoist priest instantly seemed to have changed his body, his eyes glowing, his body full of fairy spirit, and the horse whip in his hand was quickly replaced with a scale rod. Although it was a little curved, it looked extremely sacred: "Luo Huaizu, the 32nd generation of the Mo family, came to see Zhang Yongzhao, the eldest disciple of Dongmo. Zhang Yongzhao, you can recognize Ben Juzi's order in his hand, quickly..."
Chapter completed!