"Hmm?" Late at night, Zhao Min, who was practicing the copycat version of the immortal god skill made by Shiyuan Zhang in the room, suddenly browned and opened his eyes.

"Illusion?" Zhao Min muttered, but then she turned her body, reached to her bed tent, and pulled a slender hemp rope hidden in the bed tent. Then, the martial arts masters like Ada, A Er, A San and Xuan Ming, who were raised in the Ruyang Palace, all came out of the room. The guards in the mansion also brought their own swords, led the dog, and patrolled the entire mansion.

It can be said that in an instant, it changed from a lightly guarded mansion to a vital place.

Then with the barking of dogs and the patrolmen shouting, everyone knew the reason why the princess pulled the warning bell - a thief came to the mansion.

"What a strict guard." Zhang Sanfeng, who had all this in his eyes, sighed.

"Master, what should I do now?" Zhang Cuishan asked.

"In this way, Lianzhou, Songxi, Cuishan, Li Ting, you guys quickly searched the mansions and found the existence of seemingly leaders. Let's go down to help you hold on to the masters here." Zhang Sanfeng didn't hesitate and immediately came up with a solution.

With the tradition of the Mongolian leader's accidental death, the personal guards can only be buried with their lives except for revenge. There is no better way to ensure the safety of themselves and others than to directly capture the leader-level figures.

"Master, be careful." Yu Lianzhou instructed.

"Anxiety, the little guys here can't hurt me." Zhang Sanfeng responded confidently.

Then everyone stopped hesitating. Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Liting shot at the side of the mansion one after another, looking for the seemingly leaders in the mansion. Zhang Sanfeng landed straight into the crowd that gathered more and more with the barking of the guards and dogs. He opened his arms and hit the guards of the Ruyang Palace in front of him, as well as the Mongolian masters coming from behind.

"Be careful, the person coming is Zhang Sanfeng!" Lu Zhanke, the two elders of Xuanming who rushed over at this time, was the old man who had taken Zhang Wuji to Wudang Mountain before, but because of Zhang Wudi's resistance, his expression changed and he quickly reminded others.

"What? Zhang Sanfeng?" Other Mongolian masters and the people from the Ruyang Palace were all stunned when they heard this, and their expressions became incredible...

Isn’t Zhang Sanfeng in Wudang Mountain? How could he run to Yuan Dadu all the time and enter Ruyang’s palace at night like a stingy person? What do you want to do? Do you kill the officials and rebel?

"What are you afraid of? So what if he is Zhang Sanfeng? After all, he only has one person now, and we have so many experts here. Can't we still take him as an old man over 100?" A man's eyes flashed with madness and shouted loudly.

"And this is Zhang Sanfeng. If he can take him down or kill him, guess how will the prince and the princess reward us?"

Suddenly, the eyes of those who had devoted themselves to the Ruyang Palace for money and wealth were all red. With a tiger roar, he attacked Zhang Sanfeng more and more vigorously.

"This is really..." Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng shook his head helplessly, then quickly pulled out figures and rushed directly to the man who aroused the greed of the people in the world. He broke through his defense with one move, and pressed the Wudang Mian Palm on the other party's chest with one move.

It looked light and didn't seem to have any power, but the man immediately burst his eyes behind the middle palm, and he opened his mouth in despair and vomited a big handful of blood, even with pieces of blood in it.

Obviously, the internal organs were broken and they could not die any more.

Then, Zhang Sanfeng turned around and faced the others again.

Although Zhang Sanfeng practices Taoism, it does not mean that he needs to cultivate oneself and put down his butcher knife.

What's more, he was facing a group of people in the world who did evil and were accomplices of tigers. He would not be lenient or guilty when he killed him. He basically killed a man in just a few moves, and directly suppressed the greed in the hearts of the Jianghu Zhuang who was aroused by money and wealth, reminding them of the taste of fear and becoming timid.

"What are you all hesitating?! Do you think you can get better without taking action? Don't forget, the princess is watching us secretly." Seeing this, Hebiweng couldn't help but exercising.

Of course, he didn't say anything but attacked Zhang Sanfeng with his brothers, as well as Ada, A Er, A San, the eight-armed God Beggar Dongfang Table and others.

"Good come!" Zhang Sanfeng laughed excitedly.

It can be seen how he is feeling now.

...

At the same time, Zhang Cuishan, who was assigned to find high-level figures, also came to the back house of the royal palace, carefully avoiding the intensified patrol here, and drifted into a house.

And the most coincidental thing is that the house he entered was not someone else's, but Zhao Min's room that caused all changes!

The two met a person like a character in a drama.

"Shh, don't talk. As long as you don't talk, I won't hurt you." Zhang Cuishan looked at Zhao Min as old as his son, and couldn't help feeling compassion. He leaned against the door, drew a stroke in front of his mouth with his hand, and said softly.

"Who are you?" Zhao Min blinked her eyes and asked obediently in an equally gentle tone.

"I am Zhang Cuishan, where are you?" Zhang Cuishan, who was not too prepared, replied because Zhao Min was a child.

"Zhang Cuishan? That Zhang Cuishan from Wudang Mountain? Aren't you dead?" Zhao Min said in surprise.

After all, ancient society was not reality, fame and other things could be spread through word and ears, but even if there was a portrait, it was difficult to recognize who the stranger was like modern videos.

After all, Chinese painters always value meaning rather than body shapes, and few people can fully depict the appearance of real characters.

It was almost the same as the Qing Dynasty in the middle and late Ming dynasties. Because of the arrival of Western missionaries, such as Matteo Ricci, spreading the techniques of Western sketching into China, the later realistic painters appeared.

"How do you know I'm dead?" Zhang Cuishan relaxed his vigilance and was not really stupid. As soon as Zhao Min finished speaking, he became alert and frowned and asked.

Although the incident of his suicide cannot be said to be a secret, ordinary people or ordinary wealthy families may not know about it.

This is different from Emei, who deliberately do things to promote their reputation, so those who can know this news must be in a special situation.

For example, the little girl in front of you may be the Ruyang Palace or an important figure in Ruyang King.

"I heard it from the storyteller." Zhao Min was also very smart, with a calm face unchanged, and responded calmly.

"Storyteller..." Zhang Cuishan still frowned, wondering whether to bring this little girl with him.

What if she is really the relative of King Ruyang.
Chapter completed!