After Feng Tu took over his guard duties, he turned to the roof to watch Zhao Feng and walked into the window, changing his expression: "Young master, there are at least four or five hundred people coming outside, everyone has strong bows and rockets!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the people present became solemn.

Everyone, including Guo Xiang, knows more or less the power of bows and arrows.

Bows and arrows are like crossbows, and are not weapons that Jianghu gangs can possess. One is a violation of the ban, the other is time-consuming and labor-intensive to manufacture. Moreover, the maintenance of strong bows and arrows cost money. It is even more difficult for archers to train. Generally, only forces that occupy land and separatist forces can have them.

The Thunder Gang can actually dispatch hundreds of archers at a time, which is obviously related to the "Heavenly Lord" behind it!

Chu Zheng frowned. It seemed that the Heavenly Lord not only controlled nearly a hundred large and large gang sects, but probably had a connection with Liu Wuzhou's Daxing Army and the Duan Dynasty in Dianzhou. It was even impossible to rule out that the King of Jiangnan was Chen Faxing behind him!

If only hundreds of ordinary gangs came, Chu Zheng would not take it seriously at all, but these archers were indeed very threatening. Once the rocket fell and ignited the inn, it would probably be him and A Fei and Ximen Rou who could escape unscathed. Guo Xiang and the guards would be in danger, let alone the seriously injured Aji and Lao Miaozi, who knew how to do martial arts, would be in danger.

However, when he saw everyone's nervous expressions, he comforted: "Don't worry, they won't shoot arrows easily, they just scare people. There are wooden houses here, and when they are just a little bit, it's probably igniting hundreds of feet of shops and houses around them. Most of them are their Thunder Help's own industries, so how could they burn like this?"

This is not Chu Zheng's nonsense. If the Thunder Gang really wanted to burn the inn and kill them, he would have shot arrows long ago. How could he just besieged the inn like this like a demonstration?

In addition to not willing to burn down his own property easily, Chu Zheng speculated that they still had the intention of capturing Aji alive.

With the foundation of the Thunder Gang here, it is not surprising that there is a spy of the Thunder Gang in the alley. Aji's identity cannot be hidden. If the leader of the "Tianzun" is really a woman Aji abandoned before, the Thunder Gang will definitely find a way to capture Aji alive and send it to the woman for credit and reward.

Just as confirming Chu Zheng's speculation, a loud voice came from outside and said, "Listen, the people inside, give you a stick of incense, and immediately go down to the door of the lobby on the first floor to answer, otherwise we will shoot arrows. Then a fire will burn the entire inn to white ground, and you will not even think about living!"

Everyone sighed relieved when they heard this. Shuai Chu was really imaginative, and their eyes looked at Chu Zheng with a little more admiration.

Chu Zheng thought about it. After experiencing the baptism of tens of thousands of Mongolian troops, he did not take the hundreds of archers from the Jianghu Gang into consideration. However, the seriously injured Aji is indeed a problem.

He thought about it and arranged it: "Feng Tu, you take the two of you to take care of Aji and Lao Miaozi. Senior sister, Tian Sanniang, the old lady and the doll will be handed over to you."

It was rare for Guo Xiang to see her junior brother assigning important work to her, so she responded happily, and Zhao Feng and others naturally obeyed the order even more sternly.

Chu Zheng called out Dongfang Bai again and made her stay with Guo Xiang, which was actually to protect Guo Xiang secretly. For Chu Zheng, Guo Xiang was the most important thing, and she should not be hurt at all.

Dongfang Bai still didn't look at Chu Zheng's eyes, and his expression was a little awkward. After Guo Xiang pulled his arm, he left with a muttering look. However, in the end he secretly turned around and looked at Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng was a little funny. The future leader of the Oriental is really arrogant and cute.

Chu Zheng arranged for Zhao Fenghe to return to the roof to guard against the enemy from sneaking in from the dark behind, and then to A Fei and Ximen Rou, Wei Zhibai said: "Let's go, let's go and meet the Thunder Gang."

Ximen Rou put down the bottle of wine in her hand and followed with a smile. A Fei walked beside Chu Zheng with a calm face, not even holding down the hilt of the sword.

Wei Zhibai followed behind the three of them and his expression also relaxed.

With the strength of Chu Shuai and the others, they were enough to sweep the entire Qingban Town. The only hundreds of people outside were not afraid of it.

As soon as the four of them arrived at the empty lobby on the first floor, they heard a "du" sound coming from outside the inn. Then Chu Zheng and others saw an old man with one-armed and one-legged arms walked in.

The man's left sleeve was tied empty on his belt, his right leg was exhausted for half a year, and he was fitted with wooden prosthetics.

He was a little ugly in appearance, and had a knife wound on his left eye, and his eyes were gone, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.

But he was dressed very well, his hair was neatly combed, his face was rosy, and his figure was slightly fat, just like an ordinary rich man, with two gorgeous daggers hanging around his waist.

After he came in, he didn't even look at Chu Zheng and others. With a wave of his hand, four stools flew to him and lined up.

The old man in brocade was sitting on the first stool.

Wei Zhibai looked at him and suddenly changed his expression: "Can you be the tenth-ranked "one-armed double sword" Shan Yifei, the "Weapons Chart"?"

The old man in Jinyi then glanced at Wei Zhibai and said coldly: "That's right, I'm Shan Yifei!"

Ximen Rou's eyes narrowed slightly and stared at him. His "Divine Whip" ranks seventh in "Weapons", and the "one-armed double swords" that are similar to him are naturally heard of it early. It is said that this person can make a pair of short swords superb, and is even more powerful than an ordinary and sound swordsman, so he was listed as tenth in "Weapons" by Bai Xiaosheng.

The old man in brocade clothes, Shan Yifei's eyes also moved to the black whip wrapped around his waist, and his pupils slightly contracted.

"'Whip God' Ximen Rou?"

Ximen Rou has a very special appearance, tall and thin, with a blue mark on her face, and a long black whip with her waist wrapped around her. Anyone who has paid attention to the "Weapons" and carefully inquire can basically recognize it.

Ximen Rou sneered: "I dare not take the word "Whip God", but it is indeed Ximen Rou here!"

Shan Yifei's face was gloomy and said coldly: "I heard that you are very close to Shuai Chu of the Young Marshal, why are you still free to come to this muddy water?"

Ximen Rou was very friendly in front of Chu Zheng, but extremely arrogant in front of others. He said lightly: "I am happy."

Shan Yifei's face became even more ugly. He stared at him tightly and said word by word: "I will definitely ask your magic whip skills when I'm here!"

"Why stay there for a while? Why not be now!" Ximen Rou smiled and was about to take action.

At this moment, another person floated in.

Not only is this man light and as light as snow, his face also has a cold and stiff expressionless look. He was originally as thin as a bamboo pole, and a three-foot-long, thin dry bamboo stuck to his belt, making him look so thin that he is only skinny.

But his clothes were very luxurious, even more luxurious than the disabled old man just now, with gold wire wrapped around his waist.

He sat on the second stool, looking indifferent, and only looked at Chu Zheng and the others with cold eyes.

Ximen Rou frowned and did not take action.

Because he felt a dead sword energy covering him, and with Shan Yifei's profound sword energy, if he took action, he would be attacked by these two famous swordsmen!

Wei Zhibai's eyebrows jumped and whispered to Chu Zheng: "This is probably the second-ranked 'Drunk Bamboo Sword' among the top ten swordsmen in Jiangnan! He used a soft and thin sword, hidden in the dry bamboo, and could kill people invisibly."

Before he finished speaking, the third person arrived almost in front of him.

This man is a fat man with a round face, smiling like Maitreya Buddha, with a harmonious atmosphere, which is in sharp contrast with the old man from the bamboo pole. The most eye-catching thing is his fingers.

His fingers were white and fat, his nails were sharp and long, and he also wore nail covers, which looked like a noble lady in the palace.

The fat man was wearing much more ordinary clothes. He grinned at Chu Zheng and others happily, and then sat on the third stool.

Wei Zhibai was just passing by his eyes, but it felt like someone was pouring cold water on his head. A cool feeling rose from his back, and his expression changed: "The rich and powerful god soul searcher Shen Tu Mie, 'Tao who turned stones into gold, and 'Tao', the soul searcher of life into death'?"

The fat man smiled and said, "There are people who remember my fat man's name. It's rare, rare!"

He actually called himself a "fatty man", and he smiled very kindly, making people feel hostile.

Wei Zhibai became more cautious and whispered to Chu Zheng and the others: "This person is a very famous evil star in the underworld. He has been rampant in the Jiangnan area for more than ten years. His subordinates are heavily in debt. Later, he was chased by several famous and upright masters. Zhengdao paid nearly thirty super masters' lives to knock him down to the river. He thought he had died long ago, but he didn't expect he was still alive!"

Fatty Shentu Mie smiled and said, "Little brother, although I feel kind to you when I see you, I will get angry if you talk nonsense. Obviously, I never become enemies with people, how dare I become an evil star in the underworld?"

As he said that, he sat on the third stool with a swagger.

Before he could sit firmly, the fourth man walked in.

This was actually a sad old monk with a shabby clothes, hunched back, and a sick face. His brows were furrowed, as if the sky was about to fall, and he even felt weak when walking, as if he was carrying a heavy burden, but he had nothing on his back.

He didn't sit on the fourth stool, but just held it on the stool.

However, Ximen Rou knew this person and frowned and said, "Are you a miserable monk from Xixia Temple? I saw you more than ten years ago. How could you come here thousands of miles?"

The monk sad monk sighed, with his eyebrows drooping with his mouth, Heshi, "The Buddha said, who will go to hell if I don't go to hell? If I don't come here to suffer, who will suffer this suffering?"

A Fei said coldly: "What you are afraid of is not suffering, but death!"

After experiencing the battle in Xingyunzhuang, Ah Fei had no good impression of these mysterious monks.

The monk miserable still said with a frown: "I haven't had enough suffering in the world, how can I die?"

He was obviously like a twilight year in the twilight years, and he might kick his legs and die after he could breathe in one breath, but when he stood there, he was like a illusion of nothingness, almost making people unable to detect whether he was a human or a ghost.

Chu Zheng said lightly: "The Thunder Gang is capable of finding four people in such a short time. It seems that you are determined today?"

Fatty Shentu Mie smiled and said, "As far as we know, you just entered the town last night and have nothing to do with Aji. As long as you hand over someone, you can leave on your own."

"Oh? Isn't it said that whoever provokes the Thunder Gang will definitely be retaliated?"

Shen Tumi shook his head and said, "It's not good to fight and kill. If you can negotiate, just negotiate and resolve it."

Chu Zheng said "Oh" and said calmly: "You are not qualified to talk to me, let the 'Tianzun' himself come to talk."

Shen Tu Mie's smile finally set aside, his eyes narrowed into thin slits staring at Chu Zheng like a poisonous snake: "You may as well report your name to see if you are qualified to let the 'Tianzun' come to meet you?"

"You don't even have the qualification to know my name. Take everyone right away and get out of here." Chu Zheng's tone was very plain, but he had a majesty that could not be questioned. Although he was too lazy to cause trouble, he never feared to solve it with the toughest attitude when trouble came!

The power of the "Heaven Lord" is so powerful that he cannot beat him up in one fell swoop this time, and all kinds of troubles will come in the future. Chu Zheng is unwilling to affect his relaxed freehand painting of accompanying Guo Xiang to the world because of these miscellaneous things.

Shen Tumio's despair suddenly changed because for the first time he felt like a sheep falling into the tiger's mouth, and he felt a chill.

Not only him, but Shan Yifei, willows and bamboos, and the Master of Sorrow were all in awe at the same time.

This young man has such amazing momentum!

But the four of them are all famous masters, and they feel arrogant in their hearts and come on orders. How could they retreat?

Shan Yifei suddenly flew out and kicked Chu Zheng with one kick, using his wooden prosthetic legs! He was very fast and didn't look like a disabled person at all.

This kick seemed like a false move, because his right hand had drawn out two short swords at the same time, and there was a rope between the two short swords. His right hand only held this thin line, and the two short swords flew flexibly, stimulating Chu Zheng's upper and lower key points.

The two were originally two or three feet apart, but when the sword light rose, it had already attacked Chu Zheng!

The strangest thing is that his seemingly false kick suddenly popped up a sharp sword from his fake leg. But when he saw the cold light, the three swords attacked Chu Zheng at the same time, with extremely poisonous moves!

This time, the change was extremely fast. If Ximen Rou had not made great progress in martial arts in the past two months, he would have almost no time to intercept it. But at this time, he swept his whip and slashed it like lightning, which shattered Shan Yifei's sword light!

"Your opponent is me!" Ximen Rou's wrist shaking, and the long whip turned countless circles, covering Shan Yifei layer by layer, and Shan Yifei retreated in shock.

On the other hand, Shen Tumio also took action. The pointed nails on his ten fingers instantly became straight like guns, attacking Ximen Rou. The thin sword of Willow Kuzhu also pulled out of the Kuzhu, like a silver snake dancing, making people's eyes blurred.

Suddenly a sword light rose, like autumn water, or like lightning that splits the thick fog, which is incredibly fast and incredible accuracy.

Shen Tumio screamed, and seven of his ten fingers were cut off, falling down bloodily.

Liu Kuzhu tried his best to regain his protection, and then blocked the sword that stabbed him on the shoulder.
To be continued...