Two people rushed out of the thorn, knelt towards the street, crying and snatching the earth.

"I'm unjust, please ask Xiaoyao Bo to be the leader..."

Everyone looked closely and saw a pair of parents-in-law in their sixties and seventies. Look at the rushing posture just now, they ran fast enough.

Immediately someone shouted, "You have to go to Baisha Mansion to beat the drums and make trouble, why are you kneeling here to cause trouble?"

The parents-in-law were stunned and changed their words:

"Take revenge, take revenge... Please Xiaoyaobo, please give justice to my son. Poor my son is only eighteen years old, and was beaten to death by that guy named Bing Hu on the ring..."

Everyone complained suspiciously, "I'm so old?" Yes, you two are indeed old enough...

The martyrs involved in the attack and attack were inconvenient to argue.

Suddenly someone shouted:

"Zhi Niang, I accompany Xiaoyao Bo to come here from the Marquis' Mansion. Along the way, I met three groups of people who blocked the road and called for justice. They were clearly from Zhou, and they wanted to stop Xiaoyao Bo from coming to power and let Bing Hu escape..."

Someone scolded:

"Don't talk nonsense with red mouths and white teeth. What Zhou people? This is clearly the old man Zhang who sells tofu brains in Liuye Lane..."

The Baisha Mansion officer who was running to the front to open the road heard the sound, and the last few people turned around and pulled him, but the parents-in-law refused to get up. Seeing that the other party was quite old, the officer did not dare to dominate, for fear that he would not get up as soon as he lay down...

But the young man in white at the front of the team turned a blind eye to everything in front of him. Seeing someone blocked him, he stopped automatically, looked up at the sky and showed thoughts. He didn't know what he was muttering in his mouth, and his fingers moved around and didn't know what he was counting...

Zhang Muzhi hurriedly flashed to the side window, looked over, and walked five steps into the room, and looked carefully at the incense sticks burning on the table on the wall, and was shocked.

"What happened? It's less than 4:20, Xiaoyao Bo arrived at the intersection!"

A space was separated by a screen at the back of the tea room, and there were ten young Tongyou warriors sitting inside. Five casual clothes and five public uniforms. The leading man in the public uniform stood up and clasped his fists and said, "Leader, take a few people to stop him."

Zhang Muzhi glared at him and said:

"You guys go to stop me? It's obvious that it's from the Secret Detective Department. Is China still shameless?"

Tong San turned around and said:

"General Zhang, Tong pretended to be a spy in the Secret Investigation Department and had never done anything. I ambushed more than a hundred gang members on this street, so I simply asked them to create a riot."

Zhang Muzhi scolded:

"Tong San, you are a pig's brain. It's crowded. Once the riots are trampled, there will be countless casualties and injuries. You five..."

With one finger, five casual warriors stood up suddenly, their waists straight.

"...Hurry up and go to the ambush under the ring. The street is 100 meters long. Xiaoyao Bo walked slowly and probably arrived under the ring in five minutes. When he gets closer, you can take the lead in attacking the ring in turn. Remember, try to delay time and hold on, and even hold on for me until 4:40. Seeing that the culprit on the observation stage was about to announce the end of the ring, jump down quickly... go."

The five of them clasped their fists and responded to the promise and ran downstairs.

Zhang Muzhi shook his head and said with a wry smile:

"Carrying a stone and shooting yourself in the foot... When we made Xiaoyaobo a crown prince, we made a big fist for him to be invincible, and the people thought it was true. Only a few people knew that in the ring, no one would be the opponent of the warrior. If we cannot use magic weapons or talismans, the mage would basically be destroyed.

"Xiaoyaobo is a master of formation. According to the rules, he is not allowed to set up a formation. He can only fight with one click... Unfortunately, this is a martial arts, not a magic gamble. The place is small and it is like lightning. It is too late to chant spells, and only the attack of the spiritual sense can gain the upper hand. But Bing Hu was prepared and his head was tied with a circle of deep-sea silicon wood forehead, which I couldn't even wear through..."

At this time, the floor sounded, and one person broke in, half-kneeled and clasped his fists.

"Report to the commander, Xiaoyaobo left the Marquis' Mansion fifteen minutes in advance, and the first four groups of us could not stop it. Baisha Mansion sent many servants to clear the way, and so many strange and enthusiastic people emerged from somewhere to help clear the roadblocks and maintain order. Now, there is only the last group in the middle section of Chenghuang Temple Street left... "

Zhang Muzhi waved his hand and said:

"I know, act according to the plan."

After the person comes out, Tong Sandao:

"Commander Zhang, you have Zhang Liang's plan, and they have a wall ladder. Everyone knows that we will inevitably block it. Even the Marquis's wife guessed it and asked Xiaoyao Bo to leave the mansion in advance... With Xiaoyao Bo's temperament, he should not think of carrying a coffin to fight and creating a tragic momentum..."

etc!

Zhang Muzhi seemed to remember something, raised his palm and said slowly:

"Mrs. Marquis will never let his son die... This means..."

The two looked at each other and spoke in surprise.

"Xiaoyaobo has a way to win!"

As he was talking, there was a "boom" outside, screaming, whistling, and applause everywhere.

Bai Ling'er was young, so where could she play the piano quietly? She couldn't help but snatch the window and watched, and turned around and said:

"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Tong, please hurry up and see. One person is here... I don't know who!"

If she would have caused noise and screams on weekdays, but no one would have paid attention to her today.

Tong San quickly turned around, and Zhang Muzhi moved to the window with a "swoosh".

A hundred meters away, the two parents-in-law in front of Hua Wen were pulled apart, but he did not move forward, obviously confused by the situation in front of him.

A masked boy in black was running quickly in the crowd of people just two meters wide. Several servants went to pull, but none of them touched the collar.

The man ran past the window and rushed straight to the ring.

Tong San frowned and said, "I didn't sense the aura..."

Zhang Mu's Way:

"I didn't sense the fluctuations in mana... But this person's blood is so strong that he only pursues the Sword Saint. But the Sword Saint is old and has a great prosperity and decline. But he is like the rising sun, and he seems to be unable to see the end."

Tong San asked hesitantly: "Superpower?"

Zhang Muzhi nodded and said:

"There is no other explanation for Tianyou Huaguo. With him resisting for a while, it should be able to offset Xiaoyaobo's early time and not disrupt the plan. Otherwise, my five subordinates would not be able to block Bing Hu for ten minutes."

As the saying goes, life practice begins to gather energy.

Whether it is a warrior or a monk, the start is the same. If you want to refine qi, you must first gather qi.

Martial arts are actually the primitive stage of practice, focusing on tempering the body and relying on the power of the original nature. Practice, but focusing on the laws of heaven. As a small universe, one must integrate into the big world to obtain thousands of magical powers.

During the Qi Gathering Stage, warriors can violently hit monks.

Because they have not understood the principles of law and have not cultivated their magic power. They are purely a broiler and must be beaten. In fact, the other party's body is not weak, but they just don't pay attention to physical killing.

When the Gang Condensation Stage is reached, the mage can have a small impact on the environment with the help of external objects, such as spirit cards, talismans, spells, etc. People who go from street to street to seek life, fortune telling, catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits are often this kind of person.

The magician in the Tongyou Realm has not yet strong magic power. Fighting close to warriors in the same realm is purely a search for abuse. If you give the conditions, you will not discuss it.

Above the consecration, it is collectively called the immortal master. It is the end of martial arts because the body has a limit. For example, even if you practice 100,000 kilograms of strength, your arms and legs cannot bear it and will definitely break.

The monks are different, never ending.

Don't you hear that, try to tweak the secrets of heaven, and the true energy gathers in space at all times. You can make the universe a cauldron and reverse the universe and let it go...

Therefore, immortals and Buddhas from ancient times to the present use their magic powers when they show their supernatural powers. No one has ever been sweating profusely and barely mingled with mortals.

In close combat at the same level, warriors kill monks in seconds, but there is only one exception.

Superpower!

People are different.

Even if some people do not practice, they are naturally powerful, and even have Yin and Yang eyes, Mile Eyes, and Shufeng Ears... very much like the talented magical powers of monsters are activated.

Among them, those with strong bodies are not afraid of warriors, and there is enough battle on the ring.

Zhang Muzhi and Tong San did not have much hope for the man in black, but only hoped that they could stop him for a while.
Chapter completed!