Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 33;

Regardless of whether other people saw it or not, Fang Ping saw Zheng Jinshan spitting out the hidden weapon and turning things around.

This scene was like enlightenment, which benefited Fang Ping a lot and fell into thinking.

"Lime powder is simple and practical, and it doesn't cost money. You can pick up a few catties from the courtyard wall of any house, but it's power is greatly reduced for warriors who are strong, sensitive, and defensive."

"It's different to spit out hidden weapons from your mouth. You are worthy of being the head of the security guard, and you are worthy of being an old comrade who is nearly [-] years old! There is no limit to learning!"

Fang Ping looked into the distance with admiration.

A large amount of blood gradually gushed out from the blood hole in his chest, and Zhou Yan, whose clothes were stained red, was chased and beaten backwards by Zheng Jinshan's rounds of punches. The one on horseback fled into the distance.

The thieves who were still fighting with everyone in the Escort Bureau saw that the leaders had fled, and they also started to flee in all directions.

A turmoil came to an end. Dozens of corpses were lying here and there on the ground, including bandits and escorts. Fang Ping had quick eyes and quick hands, and he touched the corpses calmly.

Most of them were penniless, and when they touched the corpses of a few high-end thieves, they only found a few taels of scattered silver.

"If you are injured, sit in the carriage. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Leave immediately!" Zheng Jinshan urged loudly.

The dart team quickly left the scene.

At dusk two days later, the escort team camped under a hill.

Three trippers were seriously injured and died one after another, and one bodyguard was also seriously injured and fell into a coma.

Bai Yunfei sat in front of the bonfire, baking a piece of sorghum bread, and said, "It's pretty cool, if the chief escort hadn't knocked off the one-eyed golden knife, you and I wouldn't be able to sit here and enjoy the fire now."

"That's right, the Chief Escort...he hides his secrets and is scheming." Fang Ping glanced at Zheng Jinshan in the distance. The old comrade had gray temples and a solemn face, and he might have a sharp hidden weapon in his mouth.

Sensing Fang Ping's gaze, Zheng Jinshan turned back and sat in front of the bonfire where Fang Ping was, patted Fang Ping's shoulder, and said appreciatively: "Your boy is calm and decisive in killing, much better than when I was young. "

The afterlife is terrifying!

"Over there, the Chief Escort is the most skilled, old and strong."

Fang Ping replied without arrogance or rashness.

Zheng Jinshan frowned, vaguely feeling something was wrong, but couldn't say it out.

More than ten days later, the bodyguard team entered Shanyang County.

At this time, everyone in the bodyguard team relaxed their vigilance, smiling faces appeared on their faces full of weather and fatigue, chatting with each other, talking about how to reward themselves after returning to the bodyguard office, where to go to drink and listen to music.

Before dark, the bodyguard team was only sixty miles away from Shanyang County.

Zheng Jinshan got up suddenly, and the tiny stones on the ground were bouncing rustlingly. Under the reflection of the setting sun, more than twenty riders approached the bodyguard team with wind and sand.

The leader is eye-catching. Under his crotch is a gigantic heterogeneous BMW with four hooves like tiger claws. He has a purple gold crown on his head and holds a Fangtian painted halberd in his hand. He stops at a distance of more than ten meters away. Everyone in the dart team was out of breath.

Zheng Jinshan, the head of the bodyguard, said with a drastic change in expression: "Lianjiabao...Lian Feihu!"

May I ask who in today's Shanyang County doesn't know the three characters of Lian Feihu? Not long ago, the other party was in the arena in the inner city of Shanyang County. The arrogant Chu Ying.

"What's going on, why did Lian Feihu come out here?"

"Will you go out for inspection?"

"No, it seems that this posture is aimed at us."

Under the terrifying aura of Lian Feihu, the members of the bodyguard team whispered to each other, feeling uneasy.

This is the second time Fang Ping has seen Lian Feihu, the last time was in the arena, this time it was close contact.

Lian Feihu, in black armor and silver robe, rides boldly on a heterogeneous BMW, looking down on the dart team like a young God of War.

Zheng Jinshan went forward to meet him, cupped his hands and said, "Zheng Jinshan, chief escort of Fuwei Escort Bureau."

Lian Feihu gave a squinting smile, even though Zheng Jinshan was a long-established third-rank master in Shanyang County, he didn't take it seriously; "Boss Zheng, I won't talk about unnecessary nonsense, you We can go, the goods stay."

Everyone in the Escort;? ? ?
I've never heard of the evil deeds of robbing houses in even the family fort.

The rabbit hasn't finished eating the grass by the side of the nest yet, and even Jiabao will lose face if he does this.

Zheng Jinshan was relatively calm: "Young Master Lian is joking. My Fuwei Escort Bureau and Lianjiabao haven't had any friction recently. We are all from the same village. Even if there is something offended, Mr. Zheng will come to the door to apologize someday. That's right."

The attitude is low.

It's just that Lian Feihu didn't give the old comrade the slightest face. The Fangtian painted halberd in his hand, which was one foot long and two feet long, slashed to the ground like a mountain of Hua, leaving a gully crack half a foot deep and three to four meters long.

The heterogeneous BMW carrying Lian Feihu let out a low growl like a wolf like a tiger: "My young master never speaks nonsense, the cargo stays, and people can leave!"

Zheng Jinshan sighed in despair, there was nothing he could do about it.

Lian Feihu is not an ordinary mid-rank martial artist, this child has achieved great potential, and is expected to be promoted to the third rank. Not to mention the old and frail Zheng Jinshan, even Zheng Jinshan, who is in his prime, cannot create miracles with all his abilities.

"Come on, take the carriage back to Lianjiabao."

With a wave of Lian Feihu's hand, more than [-] Lianjiabao cavalry who came with him quickly took over the fifteen carriages and walked to the distance.

"Wait a minute!"

There was a wave of ups and downs, and hundreds of riders rushed up from afar, all of them with the strength of advanced martial arts.

The middle-aged man riding on the front horse is a master of the third rank.

"It's a private cavalry trained by the five gentry in the inner city." Bai Yunfei blurted out.

Lian Feihu's voice followed closely: "After I'm here, you should transport the carriage back to Lianjiabao as soon as possible."

After speaking, he gave Zheng Jinshan a warning look.

"The goods were requested by the five tyrants in the inner city, in order to use this batch of goods to curb Lianjiabao's business in the inner city. Lianjiabao jumped out to rob the darts, which shows that this batch of goods is extraordinary."

Fang Ping glanced at Zheng Jinshan. The other party had no thought of acting rashly after receiving Lian Feihu's warning gaze.

"kill!"

The deafening, thunderous shouting went straight into the sky.

The fat and strong heterogeneous BMW carried Lian Feihu on its back, turned into a long rainbow and rushed towards hundreds of riders.

The body of this alien BMW is a generation larger than that of ordinary earth horses. It is as fierce as a tiger and wolf, and its flesh is as indestructible as iron. Even the flying tiger sitting on its back is as proud and violent as a dragon.

A Fang Tian painted halberd was drawn like an arm and a finger, and its power was as vigorous as a river. Wherever the sharp edge passed, people and horses were chopped to pieces.

Looking at it with a fixed eye, Lian Feihu was like an arrow off the string, piercing through the team of more than a hundred riders from the beginning to the end, and he was not injured at all, but left a dozen corpses on the ground.

These are all high-quality fighters trained by the five tyrants in the inner city, and they are as vulnerable as chickens and dogs in front of Lian Feihu's halberd.

"What a mother, she's not human." Bai Yunfei looked at Fang Ping and cursed.

"Is it human?" Fang Ping also looked at Bai Yunfei and replied.

"Hahaha! Have fun! Come again!"

Lian Feihu clamped his legs, and the alien BMW understood it. Cooperating with the master's soaring fighting spirit, he submerged into the crowd in front of him.

In an instant, the lives of more than a dozen entry-level warriors were harvested again.

Seeing this, the third-rank martial artist who led the cavalry rushed forward angrily, and slapped Lian Feihu. As a result, Lian Feihu remained motionless, and the third-rank warrior was so angry that his arm was convulsed and flew upside down for more than ten meters .

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(End of this chapter)