The Shadowless God of the Six Doors

Chapter 501 Moths to the flame
Even Zhang Wenjin would not have imagined that the power of the divine fire in his punches was already many times stronger, and this power alone was enough to deter fighters of the same level as him.

In the early morning of the next day, after breakfast, Zhang Wenjin led the crowd to continue heading north. There was even greater danger waiting for him ahead.

"Come over to Baimapo and go forward to Huangnigang. The place is a bit remote, and there are often thieves." Qiu Sandao.

"What are you afraid of? There are thieves, and the brothers just move their bodies. It's been so long since we haven't fought, and the parts on our bodies are a little rusty." Long Liao wished that there would be a bandit battle right now.

When everyone passed through Huangnigang without even seeing a single thief, Long Liao couldn't help but feel a bit late. If Zhang Wenjin hadn't been urging him to hurry up, he would have slowed down to see if there were any traces of the thief around. , Kill the cottage and fight a battle.

"There is a ruined temple in front of us. Let's go there to build a sharp edge at noon." Zhang Wenjin saw the sun rising above his head, and saw that there was a ruined temple road in front of him.

Everyone waved their horsewhips and headed towards the ruined temple, only to see that the wall of the ruined temple in front had collapsed, and the gate of the temple had long since disappeared.Several policemen inspected the ruined temple, and found nothing unusual, so Zhang Wenjin and others entered the ruined temple to rest.

Everyone ate something, surrounded the main hall, some leaned on the big pine tree, some leaned on the stone tablet, and rested separately.

It's only enough for a cup of tea, but Long Liao said: "There are people coming, and there are quite a few horseshoes."

Qiu San stood up vigilantly, and Zhang Wenjin also looked towards the avenue outside the temple.The [-] policemen brought by Long Liao were all veterans of the rivers and lakes, and they knew what to do when they heard Long Liao say that someone was coming, and they were all prepared in case of surprise.

The road was full of dust, and there were more than 50 people who came, each with a sword in their waists, and they could tell from their expressions that they were from the rivers and lakes. The two leaders had big bamboo hats on their heads, which just covered half of their faces.

This group of people also came to the ruined temple, dismounted and entered the ruined temple. Seeing Zhang Wenjin and others inside, the leader of a warrior wearing a big hat said: "Brother, you are all wearing official boots, you must be People in the government, don't know where to get rich?"

"It's easy to say! It's easy to say! We're just eating and drinking, and we're sent by the superiors to do things in the Northern Territory." Qiu San is an old Jianghu. Since the other party knows his identity, he doesn't need to hide it. They didn't do anything along the way. intend to hide.

But even so, as a veteran Jianghu, Qiu San would not casually reveal the purpose of his group's trip, and hand over the details of himself and others to the other party.

"I want to ask my lord something, but I don't know if I should say it or not!" the bamboo hat said humanely.

"Since you don't know whether you should say it or not, it's better not to say it!" Long Liao interjected, with a hint of indifference in his tone.

"My lord was joking. I heard that Zhang Wenjin is going to the Northern Territory. I don't know if you are his subordinates?" the bamboo hat said humanely.

"What's your business?" Zhang Wenjin stepped forward.

The man in the bamboo hat glanced at Zhang Wenjin and said, "You must be Mr. Zhang, right?"

Zhang Wenjin didn't answer, just nodded slightly.

"Someone asked me to bring you a message, saying..." the man in the bamboo hat said and moved closer.

The ruined temple was not big, and the distance between the two groups of people was not too far. Within a few steps, the man in the bamboo hat had already arrived in front of Zhang Wenjin.

While the man in the bamboo hat was speaking, he suddenly stepped hard, and at the same time, he didn't know when there was a sword in his hand, which pierced Zhang Wenjin's throat.

Zhang Wenjin's precious saber Wuying was still in his waist, and it was too late to draw it out at this time, so he hurriedly turned his golden body nine times, but just as he was turning his golden body nine times, the internal force in his body was mobilized, and a wave of heat burst from his dantian and instantly filled with anger His limbs and bones were covered, and his whole body glowed with a faint golden light.

Zhang Wenjin dodged, and the tip of the bamboo hat man's sword changed direction and pierced his chest, changing lanes instantly, as fast as lightning.At the same time, the tip of the sword trembled, and a wound in the shape of a plum blossom was left on Zhang Wenjin's chest.

The second form of Bawangshenquan was overwhelming. Zhang Wenjin suddenly felt that when he performed the second form of Bawangshenquan, he no longer had the sense of disobedience before. smooth.

After swinging both fists, a powerful fist force went through the back of the fist, like overwhelming the river, and attacked the man in the bamboo hat in front of him.

At first, he thought that Zhang Wenjin had been stabbed, and he would be seriously injured if he didn't die. The man in the bamboo hat didn't expect that Zhang Wenjin's fist had already set off such a powerful force before he got close to him, and it was so powerful.

Surprised, his movements were a little slow, and the bamboo hat man was blown away by Zhang Wenjin's fist, revealing his true colors. In order to avoid Zhang Wenjin's fist, he had to choose to retreat.

"Who are you?" Zhang Wenjin asked Mei Wanqing, the plum-blossom swordsman who retreated first.

"My lord, you are so noble and forgetful! Just think about it a few years ago, outside the capital, your Chang'an county government came out to cooperate with the six gates to suppress bandits." Mei Wanqing, the plum blossom swordsman, sneered: "People give you nicknames. Mei Wanqing, plum blossom swordsman, is me."

"Mei Wanqing, the plum blossom swordsman? The Cui family wants to avenge their revenge a few years ago?" Zhang Wenjin sneered, remembering what happened back then.

"You guessed right!" plum blossom swordsman Mei Wanqing said.

"But I'm afraid you can't do it alone. The people under me are not vegetarians." Zhang Wenjin said, looking at Qiu San and Long Liao.

"Hahaha, is it enough for me?" Another man in a bamboo hat took off the hat from his head, Mr. Iron Sword Wu Song.

"Mr. Iron Sword, Wu Song, you are really lingering, since you are here, don't leave again." Zhang Wenjin said confidently.

Seeing that Zhang Wenjin was so firm, Mei Wanqing, the plum blossom swordsman, couldn't help looking at Wu Song, Mr. Xian Tiejian, and seemed to ask again: "Can you do it? It seems that this Wenjin is not afraid of you."

Plum Blossom Swordsman Mei Wanqing was puzzled, Zhang Wenjin was just a martial artist with three flowers gathering at the top, where did he have the courage to fight against an old little grandmaster?

"Hmph! Big talk can't be eaten, it's better to take a few more breaths of fresh air, you may be decapitated after a while." Mr. Iron Sword Wu Song said.

Mr. Iron Sword Wu Song hated Zhang Wenjin the most. When he learned that Zhang Wenjin had colluded with Yuan Lang to seize his Iron Sword Gate, the angry Mr. Iron Sword Wu Song fought all over and vowed to tear Zhang Wenjin into pieces.

The enemy was extremely jealous when they met, and before Zhang Wenjin could speak, Tie Jian had already attacked Zhang Wen with the sound of the wind, and the sword aura shot out from above the Tie Jian, like a spirit snake.

Zhang Wenjin hastily drew out his treasured sword Wuying to fight.

Mr. Iron Sword Wu Song's iron sword has not yet come to his body, Zhang Wenjin has already felt a coercion, this is the coercion from the little master, he is too familiar with it.

"So what about the little grandmaster! It's not like I haven't killed him before." Zhang Wenjin snorted coldly and slashed down with his internal force, ignoring the iron sword that stabbed him.

Wu Song, Mr. Iron Sword, thought that Zhang Wenjin would avoid him, but he didn't expect that the kid in front of him hated him so much that he didn't even hide. It was a life-for-life play.Wu Song, Mr. Iron Sword, didn't want to risk his life like this and let the other people who came with him take advantage of it.

(End of this chapter)