Wangzhuang County, Blind Teeth Mountain.

It has been three days since Qin Kun came to Wangzhuang County.

Yeze surrounds a deep mountain, and there is a Taoist temple called Fengdu Temple.

Ge Zhan sat upright, and in front of him was an old Taoist priest tied up.

"Ge Zhan! You little bitch, I want me to tell you the whereabouts of the head of the Zuo family and dream!" An old Taoist priest vomited blood beside Ge Zhan.

Ge Zhan was wearing black clothes, somewhat like a military uniform, straight uniform, slim belt, and long boots under his feet rubbed the Taoist priest's fingers.

"Xie Tianlin, I have been living for a few years. I won't bother with you. Tell me the whereabouts of my neighbors, otherwise I will break your bones."

Ge Zhan spoke in an aggressive tone, slapped the old Taoist priest in the face and slapped a few teeth.

In the Taoist temple, not only old Taoist priests were tied up, but also several middle-aged Taoist priests, such as the disciples of the Taoist priests. Behind these people was a man with special outfits.

Black clothes, star gazes similar to military ranks, some old and some young.

"Ge Zhan, what's your ability to bully ordinary people like us!"

"Ge Zhan! Are you the leader of the Dou Sect in which family you have? Are you openly disobeying the rules of the world?"

"Ge Zhan, if you are too arrogant, you will be punished. After you die, you will go to the eighteen levels of hell, and you will die if you kill all ghosts, and you will be killed by the steel knife!"

The faces of these Taoist priests had different degrees of scars on their faces, and they all looked at Ge Zhan angrily.

Ge Zhan leaned on the chair with a mocking look on his face.

"It's ridiculous. A group of monsters and monsters dare to curse me. Who can give you the courage!!"

Ge Zhan roared, and the Taoist temple was shocked. The dust on the beams fell, and several phantoms appeared behind the Taoist priests.

Each phantom is a dead ghost. After counting, there are 9 in total.

"Haha, no wonder you protect Zuo Crazy, it turns out that you are all his bad guys."

Ghost messengers! These dead ghosts are all their ghost messengers!

The ghost messenger appeared, and the temperature of Fengdu Temple suddenly dropped. The group of people who came with Ge Zhan were shocked at first, as if they felt a little dazzled. Then, after careful reading, these things were indeed not humans!

"I admire Mr. Ge for the first time."

In the crowd, a young man walked out, clenched his fingers, raised his middle finger joints, and hit a Taoist priest's shoulder blade.

The Taoist priest screamed and fell to the ground, covering his broken shoulder blades, in great pain.

The young man was smoking a cigarette and his hair was combed shiny: "There is not much pain-induced nerve in the shoulder blades. It hurts like this if there is a little trauma? Why are you still hard on your mouth?"

The young man walked to the second Taoist priest, pinched his nose, twisted and twisted. The Taoist priest was led by the young man like a cow, and tears burst out from his eyes.

"We need stability and development in the country. We have no time to spend this with you. I won't kill people today, so you can be more happy."

The young man used his fingers to force the Taoist priest's nose, and it was twisted with a "crack". There were many facial neurons and the broken nose bones made the Taoist priest's cheeks twitch and his nose and mouth became crooked.

Ge Zhan frowned and ignored the young man. In terms of strength, although the other party was not as good as him, he was of the same level as him. This young man, the elders in his family, were the first underground workers. When Yang Shen was forced to leave, the old man put in a lot of effort.

Moreover, this young man has been in the army for three years. The existence of the King of Soldiers in the special forces in Jinling area has strong individual combat strength and is the target of the top training.

The temple is not a place where strength speaks, and it has to be ranked according to seniority. As the saying goes, there are people in the court who are easy to be officials. Ge Zhan, an outsider, is not a pity for anyone who fights the Nine Games alone, but he still has his own concerns.

Ge Zhan didn't say anything, and the young man walked towards the third Taoist priest: "Don't you say it yet? You know, I won't be too cruel, but I have limited patience, and there is still a lot to deal with in the bureau. You raise ghosts, spread superstitious ideas, bewitch people's hearts, pretend to be a god and make money, and shelter wanted criminals. They are already criminals and are going to be shot."

He pinched the ear bones of the third Taoist priest and gradually teared them hard.

The Taoist priest's cheeks flushed and he gritted his teeth and said nothing. The young man gradually lost his patience and his strength suddenly increased.

"stop!!"

A fist hit him, and the young man let go of the Taoist priest and raised his hand to protect the thrust of the running face.

The young man looked at it, which was a man wearing martial arts uniform. He was in his 30s and had been with Ge Zhan for the past few days. He was Ge Zhan's nephew.

"I'm interrogating the prisoners. Are you protecting them so much? Are you their accomplices?" The young man looked slightly mocked and looked at Jing Sansheng.

Jing Sansheng's chest was undulating: "Feng...Team Leader Feng, isn't you doing this too much?"

Seeing Jing Sansheng's eyes wide open, the young man's face looked very bad: "Jing Sansheng, your uncle is the same level as me, please pay attention to your tone!"

Behind the young man, a group of people in black uniforms surrounded Jing Sansheng.

The old Taoist priest smiled and looked at Ge Zhan with a sneer: "Great and powerful Tianlong, do you usually hang out with this group of people? Yang Shen was really blind back then. What qualifications do you guys have to mock the head of the Zuo family?"

The old Taoist priest lacked teeth, and the aura of the ghost mess beside him was locked by Ge Zhan and could not move.

Ge Zhan was in the first seat and his face looked ugly.

The young man looked at Ge Zhan and said sternly: "Team Leader Ge, please discipline your nephew, otherwise don't blame me for being polite."

Ge Zhan had a gloomy face, and the old Taoist priest suddenly burst into laughter, and the other Taoist priests also laughed.

"So this person is the big leader next to Mr. Yang? Why are he called and drunk? He looks like a dog?"

"When the Kwantung Army invaded, Mr. Yang destroyed the stubborn puppet Manchukuo National Master with one hand, and then severely injured the little Japanese Gorekawatani. How powerful is it?"

"Haha, it's not just that? At that time, the three mountains, three views, three temples, and nine places worshiped, the two sects of the southern sect bowed their heads, the red-haired devil's snow field wizard, the monkey's surrendering demon, and the blood-colored priest with a big nose in Europe, who dared to be arrogant?"

"Ge Zhan, a young junior dares to step on your face and be presumptuous. The world is really not the world of the past."

The noisy sound once again shakes Ge Zhan's heart.

Ge Zhan's face was not good, Jing Sansheng clenched his teeth, the young man was arrogant, and the expressions of the three of them, the vague confrontation, had already reflected that the group of people was not united at all.

The young man’s choice is very good, and he has established his power by stepping on Ge Zhan. Perhaps it is because of his lack of emotional intelligence, or perhaps it is intentional. He knew that as long as Ge Zhan chose to stay in the Nine Games for one day, he would not do anything excessive.

Besides, in his opinion, Ge Zhan’s nephew is indeed a bit arrogant.

Ge Zhan said nothing, and Jing Sansheng kicked up and kicked the young man.

Blocked and swept across, the young man was not afraid, smiled contemptuously, and smashed his fist at Jing Sansheng. Jing Sansheng went against the iron fist, and the two separated with one move and tied.

"Douzong is just like that. If I reach your age, Ge Zhan will not be my opponent."

The young man shook his palm and made a comment lightly.

Jing Sansheng rubbed his fists, and the battle he had just fought hard and surprised him.

This young man is so strong! At least he is comparable to himself, and depending on his age, he is about 10 years younger than him.

The older a warrior is, the more mellow and skillful the skills, experience, and tricks he is. Compared with the other party, he is absolutely advantageous in age and experience, but he is still a draw.

Ge Zhan, who had never spoken, suddenly said: "Team Leader Xiao Feng, being too arrogant is not a good thing. At your age, you are not the only genius. I have seen a person with mediocre qualifications, none of his bones, and muscles are of high quality warriors, but he is still talented."

The young man raised his eyelids and snorted coldly: "Oh? Really? Who is that person? Don't tell me, it's Mr. Yang in your way, I will laugh out loud."

A group of people beside the young man burst into laughter when he heard this.

Ge Zhan did not answer.

Not far away, footsteps sounded, and a young man in black clothes pushed open the door and walked in.

He also had a greasy head that was popular in this era, and had a cigarette in his mouth, and his expression was also swaying. The man appeared and smiled slightly at the young man.

"If I guess correctly, Mr. Ge should be me."
Chapter completed!