: The Heat

Author: Leader of Tofu Brain Salted Party

: The Heat

Zhong Ming had not thought of relying on "killing and plundering" to kill and kill, but he saved countless efforts.

But the Dayan Dynasty was not a vegetarian.

The number of deaths is strictly controlled between gangs. Most of them are determined by the high-level officials of both sides in a fight, for fear of being ruthlessly suppressed by the court.

If you really dare to play like this, you have to be prepared to run back to the magical world.

After thinking for a long time, Zhong Ming decided to use the most effective method.

"Bang~"

Zhong Ming kicked open the door of Baishan Martial Arts Hall and walked in with great strides.

"!"

"Who are you? Do you know where this place is?

How dare you be so rude? Could it be that you don’t want to live anymore?”

An outer disciple who was guarding the door was suddenly awakened by the sound of Zhong Ming kicking the door and scolded him sternly.

Zhong Ming said naturally:

"Oh, here is Zhong Ming. Isn't this the 'Baishan Martial Arts Hall'?

As for being rude or not, do you still need politeness to kick the house?"

At this time, the disciples of the martial arts school who heard the movement had already surrounded him in a large circle. One of them was more than eight feet tall, with strong muscles, thick eyebrows and big eyes and black-faced men shouted angrily:

"What a arrogant tone, let me meet you!"

After saying that, the strong man stepped forward with his right leg as the axis and his left foot as the soldier. He attacked Zhong Ming with a sharp knife and a sharp attack.

Zhong Ming glanced at the strong man, and there was no threat at the late stage of flesh refining and the middle stage of the zeroth level of flesh!

"Bang!"

Zhong Ming's figure was blurred. Before the people around him could see clearly what was going on, the strong man flew out twenty or thirty feet apart, hitting the courtyard wall, hanging it on it like a painting.

This was the result of Zhong Ming's energy saving. The strong man would have been fine if he lay for a month, otherwise he would probably be able to collect his body.

This move obviously shocked these disciples and shook them timidly and did not dare to move forward.

The strong man was one of the best among these outer disciples. He was knocked out by Zhong Ming in an understatement, and the others were even worse.

Everyone is not stupid, obviously he can't beat him. Who has any problems and insists on going forward and being beaten?

We all pay money to learn martial arts. We have both money and goods, and we don’t owe anything to the martial arts school. It is impossible to work hard.

Zhong Ming looked coldly at the martial arts disciples on the edge of the crowd running towards the backyard, knowing that they were going to call for reinforcements, but he didn't stop them.

I just hope the main person will be here, how can I stop it?

But for a moment, a very talented young man led eleven or two disciples into the front yard.

The strong man looked at the strong man with black faces lying on the ground, staring at Zhong Ming with sharp eyes, as if he was nailed to Zhong Ming's body like a sharp sword.

Zhong Ming knew that this person should have created the "Flying Sand Leg" Baishan, which was the first to start this martial arts school.

The early stage of Gangsha Realm! The first stage of the physical body! It is almost the same as Zhong Ming's physical attributes.

Bai Shan walked to the black-faced strong man, bent down and investigated, and saw that he was not seriously injured, his face also calmed down a lot.

"You are a good method. I wonder when Mr. Bai offended you?" Bai Shan asked in a deep voice.

...

Oh no, the reason was not well prepared! Zhong Ming thought to himself.

"The owner of the Bai Pavilion is in charge of the face." Zhong Ming said in a pretentious manner.

"Hmm?" Bai Shan stared at Zhong Ming with confusion.

You came to kick my place for no reason, injured my disciple, and said I was obsessed with it?

Zhong Ming put his hands behind his back, and said calmly:

"We martial arts practitioners should be brave and diligent and move forward!

I am intrigued. If you want to find an opponent to fight in the last game, what reason is needed?

What? The owner of the white house is afraid?"

Baishan was only 40 years old, and he had made such a big name in Sishui City with bare hands and even won the imperial court's place in the martial arts hall. He was just as proud and had a strong spirit, how could he withstand Zhong Ming's excitement?

If you have to fight, if you don’t fight, will your reputation still need? Can your martial arts school be preserved?

"Okay, what a 'brave and diligent', let Bai understand your master's tricks!"

After saying that, Baishan was put on his stance and started to take action.

"Slow down!" Zhong Ming waved his hand and stopped him, "Just, it's very boring for me to just compete. How about adding a lottery?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"There are a thousand taels of gold here," Zhong Ming opened the big bag behind him and signaled to Baishan, "I hope to use this as the lottery to bet on the "Mad Sand Legs" under the box of the White House owner. I don't know if the White House owner dares to bet on the "Mad Sand Legs" under the box.

Previous bet?”

These are all big gold bricks made by Zhong Mingxian with his hands to make gold coins from the magic world. They are real and full of weight.

According to the gold price of the Dayan Dynasty, these gold bricks can be exchanged for at least 6,000 red crown gold yuan.

Although Baishan Martial Arts Hall is one of the most famous martial arts halls in Sishui City, it has many industries and hundreds of outer disciples from wealthy families pay a considerable tuition monthly, the money comes and is used quickly.

There are still more than a dozen disciples in the Baishan Martial Arts Hall that need to be raised. This group of people is not a simple bucket of food, but also a bucket of medicine.

Deducting the expenses of these core disciples and Bai Shan’s own martial arts practice, the surplus is only one or two thousand gold in a year, so this amount of money is still quite tempting to Bai Shan.

Bai Shan also knew the real purpose of the person coming in front of him.

After a moment of silence, Bai Shan slowly spoke: "Not enough."

"Um?"

"I said that the ability to settle down with a mere thousand taels of gold is still a bit insufficient."

"What does Bai Pavilion Master mean?"

"You have to add more money!"

...

Although Bai Shan felt that the young man in front of him was really talented, and he had not lost to himself before he became a Gangsha and had strong qi and blood, he did not think that he would lose.

It is also great to be able to make a fortune and alleviate the financial pressure on these disciples who have entered the house.

At most, be careful when you act and don’t hurt the young people in front of you too seriously.

In the end, Zhong Ming and Bai Shan, under the witness of everyone, made a bet of a gold 10,000 taels bet on "Mad Sand Legs".

The two stood at each other, and the disciples around them also tactfully retreated a long circle.

Bai Shan leaned forward slightly, his right leg was the axis and his left foot was the soldier. The same sharp knife foot was completely different from the black-faced strong man. The knife foot was pounced towards Zhong Ming like crazy sand.

Killed.

Zhong Ming concentrated on his mind, used his hand as a knife, and slashed hundreds of swords in a row, and suddenly collided with Baishan hundreds of times.

The opponent's violent energy and blood and energy were trembling and transmitted to Zhong Ming's body through the moment when his fists and feet were intertwined.

Zhong Ming only felt that his body was hit by a giant hammer, and even his soul was shaken one after another.

The two of them gasped violently and became stronger. While they were swallowing and spitting, they caused whirlpools and air waves, slapped on the grass in circles, rolling up waves of dust and sand, blocking everyone's sight.

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Zhong Ming was fighting fiercely, and Wang Xuzhi and Lou Siniang were fighting fiercely.

Lou Siniang followed Wang Xuzhi into the study door. Seeing that there was no one in the room, she asked:

"Why don't your son have a family?"

Wang Xuzhi replied unnaturally: "This is my study. I already have a family, it's..."

"Shh~"

Lou Siniang blocked Wang Xuzhi's mouth with her fragrant jade fingers and said emotionally:

"This place is very good. The young master is very grateful for helping him. How dare you ask for more?

But Si Niang has no body and is unable to repay the kindness of the young master.

Si Niang now has only this body of a broken flower and willow. If the young master doesn’t dislike it, Si Niang is willing to recommend herself to the pillow."

After saying that, Lou Siniang slowly took off her blue shirt.

Wang Xuzhi, who was already anxious, rushed up.

There is a poem that says:

The cherry blossoms are closed immediately, and the peach blossoms are blooming halfway;

Butterflies dance when moving, and the tide brings waves;

When I felt the chill, I woke up like a dream;

The spring breeze is unresolved, and the waves are left white.

After the rain, Lou Siniang lay in Wang Xuzhi's arms and said in a sweet voice:

"Wang Lang, if you feel pity for me and want to stay with me forever, you must keep my affairs.

Otherwise, whether your wife knows about me or my nominal husband comes up, it will not be a good thing for both of us."

Wang Xuzhi made promises repeatedly and refused to mention them.
Chapter completed!