Black Wizard Zhu Peng

　　Cold night, there was rain and snow on the river. The city of the abyss, the former Rainbow Bridge in Seoul.

　　 Two groups of hundreds of members of the Jidao organization face each other on both sides of the separation bridge, and the surrounding area is full of eyes and ears paying attention to the results of this negotiation, because it will affect the life and death of many people in the future, and the re-division of the interests of many forces.

"Xiao Zhan, everyone is Chinese. Now the world is difficult, why do you have to fight hard?" The old man headed by one party was wearing three pure steel rods in one hand, wearing a neat kung fu gown, although white She had a pale face, but her eyes were bright and dark, and she was condensed. Behind the old people are mostly martial arts disciples with uniform clothes, while those standing in the front row are mostly middle-aged or even old Chinese boxers.

　　 And the other party headed by is a tough man with a strong body, a large sword and a leather trench coat. Xiao Zhan, one of the most popular young warriors in the Chinese martial arts circle in the 21st century, known as the "Power Breaking Thousand Army", if he was born in ancient times, he is very likely to be the general of the country.

However, in the era of wizards, this powerful army, Xiao Pojun (word), also took advantage of the momentum. With courage and bravery and a style of black and white, he forcibly built the largest gang in the city of the abyss from scratch. Organization: Break the army.

"Today... the three veterans will either obey or kill you to obey. Do you want to live and enjoy this colorful world? Or do you want to hold on to the power... I will reward you with a choice." As he said, While pouring alcohol into his own mouth, Xiao Zhan used alcohol to strengthen his fist since he was a child. The more others drank, the more drunk he became, and the more he drank, he even stepped into the state of boxing in a drunk. , And now it is even more so that the old seniors and old boxers in the martial arts circle almost begged for mercy.

　　 "Surrender, or die, you, help them choose."

Looking squintingly at the corpse-positioned vegetarians who were still hesitantly procrastinating, Xiao Zhan waved his hand. Behind him was dressed in strange clothes, which was obviously filled with a large number of gangsters and subordinates who immediately brandished machetes and iron rods and yelled at the boxers. Going up, there was a madness of madness in a trance.

In the darkness beyond the light of the Rainbow Bridge, a mysterious man with a slim figure in a black robe showing only half of his cheek has already set up his magic circle. After sprinkling some emerald powder into the magic circle, runes light up. , A gloomy mist floated out, they floated into the battlefield of the bridge, and merged into the bodies of the men who had drunk the "God of War" in advance and saw blood. The combined effect of spells and magic potions made these men's muscles expand. , Broke the clothes, they even suddenly discarded their weapons with scarlet eyes and rushed to a boxer, opening their mouths and biting them to the neck, like a zombie.

　　 One husband is desperate, ten husbands are unstoppable, centuries are desperate, and they are beyond reach. The crazy offensive that broke the army quickly completely destroyed the organization of the "three veterans". They were originally more than the other party, and coupled with that crazy fighting spirit, let the three veterans break the courage of the enemy. Most of the people have some kung fu and are hard to resist.

　　 "Don't fight, don't fight, we are all Chinese, we are obviously all Chinese."

Most of the old boxers headed by the San Lao Hui have a certain skill. They even subconsciously didn't make a dead hand at first. They just knocked down the person who was on the opposite side. However, when the joints were clearly removed, they should be painful. When people who can't move rush up to hold their thighs and bite their lives, everyone can no longer hold their hands, either you die or I die.

　　 "The evil barrier, die."

An old monk with long eyebrows in a yellow apricot robe waved his eyebrow sticks with his hands. With a little effort, the ground under his feet was visibly trembling, and the people surrounded by the whole body seemed to explode, making this apricot yellow The old monk in the robe leaped up, whizzing and whistling towards Xiao Zhan, who was still standing in place drinking a good drink, but he moved his mind to capture the enemy and the king.

The second elder Shaolin stick monk "Long-Brow Monk" De Nian, this old man plays hard qigong in a row, and swings the devil with the Yuan stick method in one hand. It is really like a tiger into a flock of sheep in the crowd. A large swath, the strength of the transfer from the next and the next, no matter how violent people are swept away by him with an iron rod, they will lose their combat effectiveness. At this moment, De Nian leapt up from the crowd and swung his stick to kill Xiao Zhan. From top to bottom, the big stick smashed down. The lean monkey-like old man burst into a fierce aura like the collapse of Mount Tai. The big steel rod blasted the air, and thunder blasted into the flat ground. With such a mighty power, it really made up for the flaws of making any legs no more than knees and not being able to jump without a kill.

　　 Only because the weapons on the battlefield fight for life and death for a moment, those who seize the opportunity under similar strength live, and those who lose the opportunity die.

However, Xiao Zhan’s originally blurred gaze flashed with a flash of brilliance from this stick, and the man’s broad right hand suddenly grasped the hilt of the heavy sword on his back. The next moment he leaned forward and the heavy sword in his hand went smoothly. With his body suddenly cut out, the heavy sword blade traversed a trajectory that seemed to encompass countless martial arts principles, and a dark red thunder also drew the epee from his hand and then took off the sword and turned into a half-moon-shaped crescent arc. , The thunder epee and the heavy stick that fell down like a mountain of long-brow monk De Nian Tai slammed together.

　　 "Booming" heavy weapons blasted and blasted, really thunderous for nine days.

　　 This brave battle even overwhelmed all the fighting and fighting on the battlefield, but the ending was far less even than everyone expected. The monk with long eyebrows in Xing Robe, De Nian, with a terrifying wound on his chest, flew out of the thunder and dark gray smoke. The iron rod he held tightly in his hands was divided into two parts, and blood leaked from his mouth and nose violently. It is impossible to live.

Two old men who were invincible on the battlefield to support their disciples saw De Nian’s miserable condition and rushed forward with a scream of grief. Old monk De Nian’s mouth and nose were filled with dark red blood, but he was biting. Pushing his two righteous brothers with one last breath: "Dark thunder fighting spirit, go, go quickly..."

　　 "Go!? Either surrender, or the three of you brothers can only take the Huangquan Road."

Walking out with the epee in one hand in the billowing smoke, Xiao Zhan’s dark red thunder from time to time condenses and spreads. The mighty power is as if the legendary Asura descended into the world. His cold words were full of The edge and dominance of the stocks overwhelming the world.

　　 "Xiao Zhan, the three of our brothers set up a martial arts gym to protect women and children, spread Chinese martial arts, and fight against the dark races that have never been left behind... You are a selfish ah..."

　　 "A mouthful of nonsense."

Xiao Zhan stepped forward at the two old men who were holding the old monk De Nian, and with both hands he waved the heavy and dark red thunder sword in his hands. With the sword power swaying, there seemed to be a huge in the middle of the rainbow bridge. Moon arc-shaped thunder roars down: Dark thunder fighting spirit "Nether thunder Eight Directions Prison Technique" killer move "Moon Destroys the Stars".

　　 The three old fighters, who were Xiwu I, Yangde I, and Lin Lao also tried their best to stand on the front line against foreign races, were shrouded in dark red thunder, and there was no bones left.

"To contend for the hegemony of the heavens, only strength is the truth. Under the sword, all beings bow their heads and no longer have the courage to fight, otherwise, do you think that the Eternal Witch Tower dominates the heavens and enslaves thousands of worlds... do you rely on your mouth? Ha ha, ha ha ha Hahahaha..." The thunderous laughter swept and spread, just like Xiao Zhan's words, one after another boxer disciples from the Third Old Association knelt down, and they lowered their heads and put down their weapons. They might regret it when their property was robbed and their wives and daughters were taken a few hours later, but so what?

　　 In front of the enemy, he let go of his weapon and knelt down. This is the greatest shame of being a warrior.

On the Rainbow Bridge, the confrontation and confrontation between the three old clubs and the broken army gate eventually ended in a big victory in the broken army gate. Today, Xiao Zhan's broken army gate has already occupied with one force. Half of the urban area of ​​Chinatown can be described as covering the sky with one hand.

　　Even the extremely rampant dark races will mostly sell him Xiao Pojun a thin face.

　　...The Abyss City is similar to a slum, and belongs to the most obscure border zone in the administration of the Wizard City. Because of the ample blood and soul, a large number of dark creatures infiltrate the Abyss City from the superior-life wizard city. Among them are the blood-sucking blood, the greedy werewolves, the apprentices and even the formal wizards who collect data from humans in in vivo experiments, and the districts are relatively isolated from each other...

"Our progress is too slow, and we haven't unified Chinatown in District D... we should be able to do better." A beautiful girl with short blond hair and a secret uniform was holding a pen and paper and was plump. Sitting with black silk legs in front of Xiao Zhan, her skin is extremely white and delicate, and her lips are pale pink, which should be lined with short golden hair to make her look very delicious and attractive. However, Xiao Zhan and Xiao Pojun in front of the female secretary seemed to have turned a blind eye to the beauty in front of him. There was no wave in his calm and indifferent eyes.

　　 "Still? We are almost invincible and invincible. If we are not worried that we can't control it, we can swallow the entire Chinatown now."

　　 "If it is normal, the current expansion speed is indeed not slow, but there is one thing that makes us have to speed up." The pink lips were slightly picked, and the beautiful girl said.

　　 "What's the matter?" There was no ups and downs in Xiao Zhan's words. If his skin were duller and harder, it would be a stone statue.

　　 "The president of the Chinese Warrior Association of Wizard City, the number one master of Chinese martial arts, and even the strongest man in the 21st world, Mr. Li Jingxuan, the'land immortal', is preparing to accept disciples and is a successor."

　　 This time, Xiao Zhan's expression finally changed significantly, and he couldn't help but be surprised by the news: "Should the heirs of the mantle be taught from a minor tune?"

"Now the earth's half plane is very complicated. The invincible Mr. Li is the president of the Chinese Samurai Association. He wants to protect the interests of the Chinese people and is the strongest warrior on earth. He needs to expand in the dark realm. In Kaijiang, even the exchanges with the wizards of the Wizarding City need to be maintained by Mr. Li. Under such objective conditions, how can Mr. Li Jingxuan have the time to spend a lot of energy to re-cultivation of the disciples since childhood? Of course, he must start from the existing young Selected by a master, this will share the pressure on Mr. Li, and at the same time boost the spirits of the Chinese martial arts practitioners.” The girl with short blonde hair whispered to the girl with black and bright hair. Looking at Xiao Zhan with a smile, she knew exactly how tempting this news was to the man in front of her.

　　 "Mr. Li Jingxuan's disciple..."

　　 "Who is it for me?"

　　 his expression returned to his calm, Xiao Zhan said as such. Of course, he is almost qualified to answer this way.

"Not necessarily? The four strongest young masters in the Chinese martial arts world in the 21st century, Ao Xiao Qing Hou Liu Qing Hou, poetry and wine Yang Cai'er, you have the power to break the battle of thousands of soldiers... and Wudang School of Pure Yang Wuji Zhu Peng, with What Mr. Li will definitely choose you?"

　　 "Liu Qinghou is dead, Yang Cai'er has the realm of wealthy wealthy women, and the actual combat is too weak. As for Chunyang Promise Zhu Peng...hmph, a waste that can't even break through the dark boxing realm, is it worthy to fight with me?"

"Zhang Yuanfang, a pure sun swordsman, cannot solve the psychological obstacles, and the land **** Li Jingxuan may not also be able to solve them. Moreover, Mr. Li's selection of his apprentice is not a simple match of martial arts. In addition to inheriting Mr. Li's martial arts, this disciple must also take over the head of the Chinese Samurai Association. Part of the power of the president manages all aspects of affairs.

　　 In terms of martial arts, I have absolute confidence in Pojun, you are absolutely invincible among your peers. But in terms of operation and management, you are much weaker than Yang Caier and Zhu Peng~www.readwn.com~ Yang Caier's family origin needless to say. Zhu Peng, who was also a commoner, used a few months to manage the F area in an orderly manner. The Wolves hardly dared to show up in the F area again, and other dark races were also suppressed like rats.

Although you have established the most powerful Jidao organization in area d (the Japanese call the underworld known as Jidao) organization, the people’s livelihood in area d, in Chinatown, is the hope of the people of Xiaozhan... don’t need me to elaborate. They are far less than Zhu Peng. He deserves to be a disciple of the eternal famous school of Wudang School, and he does things steadily and solidly. "Flicking through the material in her hand, the beautiful and gorgeous girl sighed. She almost felt that the man in this material could see through the future, take one step and see three steps, with good steps, how clever it is.

　　 "But... no matter how good it is, it is nothing more than a pinnacle of strength, and a dead person can't fight with you." After admiring, it was a poisonous plan. The blonde girl turned and pressed the remote control. The projector was shown in front of Xiao Zhan. It was a female archer who could be transformed into a blood eagle with blood red eyes. She or it was a video record of shooting seven professionals in succession.

"The cemetery of the nuns, the blood eagle, with the martial character and arrogance, the boss with such a strong limelight, how can the pure Yang Wuki Mr. Zhu not go to see it?" Silver bells echoed in the office, Accompanied by Xiao Zhan's calm and cold gaze: Those who block me, kill.

　　 Japan’s natural environment is cruel, and earthquakes continue. This has caused the martial arts masters there to go the way of killing Shura, the gods block and kill the gods, and the Buddha blocks the Buddha. Killing everything that stands in the way is extremely aggressive.

　　 In contrast, Huaxia Martial Arts pursues yin and yang blending, the unity of nature and man, and then it is the realm of being a man and becoming a fairy against the sky. In the early stages of cultivation, it was indeed not as fierce and aggressive as Japanese martial arts.