Xiahou Jin is in his fifties and is mostly a skilled kung fu. It can be said that he is now at the peak of his life in martial arts and will go downhill in a few years. So he now opens an escort agency and has affiliated to the Jin Mansion, all in order to make more money and make his life better in his later years;

As for Li Yun, this guy is also the one who fights. Don’t look like he is unruly, in fact, this person is gambled and not liked by ordinary people. It would be fine if his character is stronger, but he is not lucky and he still has a lot of debt in the casino;

Anyway, Han Wen took out the sword from the Jin Mansion. No matter whether he was the one who robbed the Jin Mansion or not, they would have to kill Han Wen, so that the big financial owners affiliated with their power would be satisfied and that they could have money to spend;

Han Wen held the Seven-Star Sword with his brows frowned. He couldn't achieve a very profound state with the power of Tai Chi Sword Technique. The speed of Xuanpin Sword Technique could not break the opponent's defense. What should we do next? You must know that all his skills are on this sword. Is it too strong to restrain him?

Xiahou Jin laughed strangely, waved his fists, and stepped on his feet and saw a small pit. He rushed over like a tiger. His body was as bright as a layer of gold powder. How could it be a dazzling under the sunlight?

"Drink—!", with a loud shout, the fist flashed, and the big fist of the sandbag was about to hit Korean's head. If it was implemented, I'm afraid that the big head would burst like a watermelon, and the red and white sprinkled all over the floor;

Han Wen took a step back and pressed back down, barely avoiding Xiahou Jin's fist wind, and made his left hand with a palm. The cold air was cold and cold, and the third style of the cold palm was chilly in spring! There seemed to be a crackling sound in the air, which made people feel sour;

"Senior Xiahou, be careful!" Li Yun couldn't help but remind him that this was not a competition. It was an interception. There was no need to follow any martial arts rules. As long as he could kill the opponent, he made a sound reminder, Li Yun rushed up with gritted teeth;

Damn, I don’t talk about the morals of the world! Han Wen felt the huge force contained in Li Yun’s iron sand palm, and twisted his waist. He hurriedly turned back, and the ice mulberry palm was pulled but not released. He had no intention of facing Li Yun’s palm, because doing so would both lose money, and Li Yun’s iron sand palm was not weak;

"Li Yun! Do I want you to interfere?" Xiahou Jin shouted with a bad look. He held his own identity. In his opinion, he was already at the upper hand. He didn't have to join forces with others. He could capture this person in just a few more moves;

Li Yun frowned and said, "Senior Xiahou! This person used the Ice Palm Palm just now! I have seen it before. The palm is as strong as ice. Once you get on, the strength will be removed immediately and you can slaughter it! God knows whether the Golden Bell Cover can completely defend against this strange kung fu?"

Xiahou Jin looked much more cautious. He raised his left arm and bent his elbows on his right arm. He paused his two thick thighs. He attacked again like a big roc spreading his wings. The force suddenly caused a howling sound of the wind. It was really shocking!

Han Wen is far from Yun Danfeng Qing as before, and his back is covered with sweat. This may be the most embarrassing time when he entered the martial arts world. He bit his lower lip tightly and was forced to dodge quickly, not daring to confront him head-on. The frustration in his heart is imaginable!

Three moves, five moves, and ten moves. Li Yun suddenly took action from the side, and a palm attacked. Han Wen was concentrating on avoiding Xiahou Jin's iron fist. Unexpectedly, after Li Yun was scolded by Xiahou Jin, he dared to attack again? Even though he reacted, the ice-cold palm in his left hand suddenly exerted force and faced him, but he was still knocked away by the huge force;

"Cough cough cough", amid the rapid cough, Han Wen described it as a mess, and a mouthful of blood was squirting out. Now there was a sting of pain in the left hand, and there was almost no consciousness. The external and internal injuries were coming together! It was really raining all night!

Li Yun was not well, and he didn't expect that Han Wen would reflect so quickly. The biting cold of Han Bingmian's palm quickly climbed up along his arms, gradually spreading to his whole body. Even his eyebrows were visible to the naked eye and frost was attached to them, and his whole body was trembling;

Sitting on the ground quickly, Li Yunyun raised his internal strength and wanted to force out the cold poison, and forced him to suppress it. Han Wen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered: "I told you a long time ago that your martial arts are still not yet practiced. Don't rashly pick up my cold ice palm, you don't believe it!"

Xiahou Jin glanced at Li Yun's current appearance. Although he was a little displeased with him, he reported in his heart that this set of palm techniques was really a bit weird. He licked the corner of his mouth and seemed to have changed his mind: "Boy! Hand over the secret book of this set of palm techniques, I will spare your life!"

Han Wen said coldly: "I don't have the habit of compromising with the enemy, I'm sorry! Since you dare to rob me, you must be prepared for death! The divine fist is invincible Xiahou Jin! Let me break your turtle shell, see if you are arrogant!"

Although the left hand cannot move for the time being, the right hand is still there, holding the Seven-Star Sword tightly and erecting the sword in front of it. Han Wen slowly condensed his momentum. It was a kind of momentum like a sword, sharp and sharp, unstoppable! This is - a sword of one character!

Although he had not fully practiced his previous practice, he still understood some of the true meaning. At least he has forcibly condensed his aura with his hatred for Xiahou Jin and is going to take his head on his neck!

"Kill--!", as fast as thunder, as fast as lightning! This is a sword! Take the shortest route straight, and once a sword comes out, the throat is sealed with blood! Han Wen's face is ferocious, the sharpness of the seven-star sword is revealed, and the sword tip is aimed directly at Xiahou Jin. He is really going to die!

Seeing that Han Wen's momentum was getting stronger and stronger, Xiahou Jin shook his fists, and a burst of beans like a crackling sound exploded on his body, but he saw internal force being released, and there seemed to be a bell surrounding him on the outside of his body to protect him;

"Golden Bell Cover! Break it for me-!", roaring like a madman, Han Wen felt a suffocating breath in his chest and abdomen, and suddenly, that momentum came to a critical point, gathered at a point, and released it!

In the eyes of outsiders, they only saw the dazzling light and heard the deafening roar, but only the two sides of the war knew the danger. It was almost a thousand years, a line of life and death. One side was an indestructible defense, and the other side was an invincible attack. Which is better, spear or shield?

"Crack!" With a few crisp sounds, Xiahou Jin showed a proud smile. He could clearly see the sword in Han Wen's hand that could hardly withstand the collision of this huge force and could not bear the pressure. Cracked at the sight!

Han Wen's eyes were full of fierce light, and he didn't care about the feeling of the sword at all. With a light sound, the sword shattered! But before the man could stop, the index finger and middle finger of his right hand were tied together, and his hand was stabbed in the shape of a sword. At this time, Xiahou Jin couldn't laugh!

When the Seven-Star Sword was shattered, cracks appeared on his golden bell cover. Before his luck could be made up, Han Wen had already broken his defense with a sharp aura, and two fingers pierced his throat! He looked at Han Wen's cold face in disbelief. He never thought that the two sides had such a big difference in strength, how could he die!

Han Wen took back his fingers and glanced around like a ferocious beast. The few disciples left in Zhenyuan Escort Agency and the remaining disciples of the Beggars' Sect were almost shattered. He carried Mr. Jin's sedan chair and turned around and ran away quickly. Only corpses were left, and Li Yun, who was trying to suppress the ice palm;

"What I hate the most is someone like you! Although, I, no, you and me, goodbye!", picked up the fragments of the Seven Star Sword casually, and Han Wen cut the throat of Li Yun, who had almost no resistance;

Seeing that there was no one around. Han Wen's legs became weak and he sat on the ground. Another stream of blood was sprayed out. He forced his sword to use a sword, and his internal force reversed, causing a significant internal injury. He calmed down his breathing after a long time. He touched his left shoulder with his right hand, and he cured his left hand with force. He got on the horse in a mess and fled to the distance;

It was really a difficult journey! Before, Han Wen could still make a fortune with his own wisdom. It was easy to get money, fame, and girls, and they lived a comfortable life. From time to time, there were many surprises waiting for him;

However, now he has seen the other side of the world. Unlike the world of intrigue, this is a world where the strong are respected and only compares whose fists are bigger. It is more intuitive and cruel and bloody! There is no shortcut to becoming a strong person!

Things outside Luoyang City soon spread throughout Luoyang City. Xiahou Jin, invincible divine fist, died in the hands of an unknown man. Not only was the golden bell cover broken, but his throat was also shattered head-on, killing him with one blow, causing an uproar!

After some people inquired about it, they found that there were traces of the Beggars' Sect. However, Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the Beggars' Sect, took out the Beggars' Sect and said that it was entirely a personal grudge. The death of the Seven Bag disciple Li Yun was his own fault, which was even more confusing;

If this is the case, it would not have shocked the martial arts world in the martial arts world. Mr. Jin, a rich man in Luoyang, issued a hunt for the rivers and lakes, saying that whoever could kill that Han Wen would give him 500,000 taels of silver! It was 500,000 taels! Instead of 5,000 taels, 500,000 taels!

Mr. Jin was frightened to see Xiahou Jin's death with his own eyes. He didn't care whether Han Wen was the evil thief who robbed him. He just wanted to take Han Wen's life so as not to be retaliated against by Han Wen in the future and cause trouble;

Han Wen had the Aoki Token of the Beggars' Sect at least. Ma Dayuan didn't want to ruin his reputation, so he went to find Mr. Jin himself, but Mr. Jin politely refused, saying that this matter had nothing to do with the Beggars' Sect, and that the matter he had to be affiliated with the Beggars' Sect would not change;

The bounty order of 500,000 taels of silver! There may be many people in the world who disdain for money, but more people are still salivating about this huge sum of money! The first one is the descendant of Yan State, Murong, southern Gusu-Murong Fu!

Murong Fu, who was planning to restore the country, is now very short of money. You must know that money can make the devil push the mill. Only with money can he recruit soldiers and horses, only with money can he accumulate enough power, and only with money can he buy weapons and arms. It is very important!

Five hundred thousand taels of silver are really not a small amount, so he also launched a manpower to pursue Han’s traces everywhere. Just when he found Han, he would cut his head on his neck with a sword and exchange it for a bounty!

At this moment, Han Wen would never have thought that his head would be so valuable, it was completely gold! No, even if it was made of gold, it was far from enough. His head should be a huge diamond! It was huge! Even Nan Murong was alarmed!

As the horses rallied, he didn't even know where he was going. He just felt his head getting dizzy, and he lost consciousness when he saw darkness in front of him. Until he woke up, he found a bonfire beside him, and there was a person looking at him with a smile on his face;

This person is tall and big, with a wide forehead and a wide nose, and a simple smile. However, when you see him, you will always think of a profession - butcher! Especially now he is skewing the best pork belly slices with branches and slowly grilling them with charcoal fire;

After Han Wen got up, his eyes lit up. He smiled and said, "Little brother! You are awake! It's so great! When I saw you fall from your horse, Shanzi brought you here. Are you hungry? Have you eaten something! My skills are still good!"

The so-called skill is good, probably this guy said it to him. Han Wen frowned after just taking a bite. There was no salt on the greasy pork belly. Although it looked beautiful, it tasted boring;

Shaking his head, Han Wen leaned against the trunk and smiled, "I'm here, Han Wen, my brother, the name of the noble family? I don't thank you for saving my life. If there is anything I can help, just speak!"

The man smiled honestly, with a hint of cunning in his eyes, and said, "I'm the surname Lin, I'm a butcher, and my father is also a butcher, so I gave me a name - Butcher Lin! What a big and small kindness, haha. Just give me some money!"

Uh? Han Wen was stunned. After saying the previous sentences, he thought that this brother was a noble and noble existence, but he didn't expect that he was even more vulgar than him! But, this kind of person is more likable, right?

"Hahaha!" Han Wen laughed and reached out and took out his hand in his arms. He took out a stack of silver notes and said, "Brother Lin, I really have nothing to give you. I will give you half of the meeting. At least I can leave me some pocket money. Come! Take it! In fact, you can ignore my life or death, take my money and leave. Aren't you?"

Butcher Lin took the silver notes from Han Wen, looked at them, found a relatively small share and held them in his hand, and stuffed the rest to Han Wen. He said, "Be a person, you must be honest. I can't cheat you and take your money. That's because I delayed the butcher meat because I saved you. I can't do anything tomorrow. Hehe, if you take your money, you'll run away? That's not something a good person should do!"

Han Wen's eyebrows frowned even more and said, "Then aren't you afraid that I am a bad person? Wouldn't you help the evildoer if you save me?"

"Yeah, save people. How can you care about whether they are good or bad people? If you are really bad people, wouldn't I kill you again? What a simple thing!" Lin Butcher Lin smiled very much, as if he was talking witty words;

"Hahaha! Interesting, interesting!" Han Wen laughed loudly. Suddenly he found that his internal injuries had healed. Although he was a little surprised, he didn't look like an ordinary person when he saw the other party, and he shook his head and couldn't figure it out;

The fat pork belly slices kept leaving oil and water on the charcoal fire, making a thud and a thud burst sound. The Butcher Lin, who was focused, thud and thud, thud, looked like his index finger was moving: "This is the wild boar I hunted yesterday. The wild boar is 500 kilograms, fat and strong. This meat is so fragrant!"

Han Wen shook his head and laughed: "Brother Lin, this meat doesn't have any salt, it tastes nothing, but it's not delicious! Why don't you add some salt? What seasonings are there? Otherwise, it would be a waste of this meat!"

Butcher Lin saw that Han Wen just bit the skewers on his hand and stopped moving. He blinked, slapped his head and said, "Oh! I forgot!"

I forgot? I go! What kind of weird thing is this! Can't he eat it himself? He still eats it with relish! When Butcher Lin handed a yellow-skinned gourd to Han Wen, the black thread on Han Wen's forehead was covered with black thread. It turned out that the skewers he ate were sprinkled with salt water, but he forgot about this skewer!

This guy is definitely a typical example of being stupid outside and not being stupid inside. Seeing that there were a few yellow gourds in the package beside him, Korean sniffed, and smiled meaningfully: "It's not beautiful if you have meat but not wine!"

Butcher Lin grinned and threw a wine gourd over, saying, "Try this, I made it with dozens of medicinal herbs, and there is also tiger whip wine. I dare not give it to you. In this wilderness, let alone women, even those two horses are male, haha!"

Han Wen was covered in black and it took him a long time to recover. It was really a world of turmoil. People were so happy that they were not as good as ever. By the bonfire, drinking wine and eating meat, it was plain and warm. Han Wen sighed and said, "Brother Lin, what kind of territory is this? After being injured by enemies along the way, he ran with the horses and was dizzy!"

"Oh! This is Linzhuang!" Lin Butcher Lin replied, and Lin Wen's face twitched: "Bastard! Can't you talk about a bigger place? Linzhuang! How many Linzhuangs are there in the Song Dynasty? Do I know which one is it?"

Butcher Lin is definitely a "master" who has practiced bone-transforming mulch palms. He is very good at using softness to overcome hardness. Korean language is injured: "This is Song County!"

Silent, Han Wen was completely speechless. After a long time, he smiled bitterly and said, "It's a little bigger! Which county, which state? Brother! Stop playing tricks on me? I'm going to vomit blood! I'm convinced you!"

"You asked this earlier! This is Suzhou! This is outside Suzhou City!" Lin Butcher Lin smiled honestly and said;
Chapter completed!