"You are spitting nonsense!"

The scolding sounded instantly, but what he got was cynicism from the other party.

"Hmph, who doesn't know that your boss Ouyang was a one-legged thief in his early years!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the two sides could no longer avoid a fierce fight, and there was a chaos of pushing and shoving.

Vajra Boxing originated from the Northern Shaolin School. The movements of the hands are simple, powerful, fierce and decisive.

These people fought side by side with incomparable bravery. They were obviously well-trained and well-organized, and were different from the ordinary people who fought alone. Therefore, the "robber" who caused them all heavy losses must be even more powerful.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is said that Yan Qingquan also came from Northern Shaolin. It combines hardness and softness, both internally and externally.

This side was full of energy, waiting for work, and naturally had some advantages. After withstanding the overwhelming impact from the front, they immediately counterattacked while the opponent was exhausted, and the fight was vigorous.

The fight was about to break out, and the two sides instantly became tense and exchanged fists and swords. The caravan in front was in bad luck. They quickly retreated to avoid it, but the official road was already narrow, and they were squeezing and leaning against each other, making it even more chaotic.

A carriage lost its wheel and sank, and its cargo rolled down into the mountain streams on both sides of the road.

When the leaders of the two parties came on stage, the situation became even more out of control. The leader of the Vajra Sect was thick and strong, and he entangled the yellow-skinned leader Ouyang of the Yanqing Fist Sect like a mad tiger. Each move was better than the next.

He used his trump card, but it was obviously inferior to Yun Danfengqing and his agile and leaping opponent.

The chaos is getting deeper. If it continues like this, I am afraid that I will not be able to get out of the way at dawn, let alone reach Raoping County smoothly. At this time, many merchants even decided to go home.

Just when the two sides were fighting fiercely, the sound of a dragon's roar suddenly sounded out of thin air, piercing across the sky, turning into clear light and hitting a towering tree. A closer look revealed that it was a simple-shaped weapon.

Ancient bronze sword!

The attention was diverted instantly. Just when everyone was still in shock, a figure also rushed in and ran into the most violent place of the fight. It blew through the official road like a flat whirlwind, and the people in the arena who were fighting were just

With a slight scrape of his palm, he felt his body falling backwards uncontrollably. In an instant, a large piece fell in all directions due to a chain reaction.

"Wu-Tang Clan's Long Palm Kung Fu?!"

The two boxing masters exclaimed and said in unison.

At this time, the shadow had already arrived in front of him. His left hand held up the leader of the Vajra Fist's progressive elbow, and his right hand blocked the leader of the Yanqing Fist's Jiaolong Chushui. Yun Danfeng gently held down the moves of the two of them.

"The grudge between the two of you is difficult to resolve. Why don't you give me some face and choose a quiet place to talk things over? It's better than blocking the people here, which is really against the principles of chivalry."

Seeing that the person in front of them was extremely skilled in martial arts and difficult to defeat easily, the leaders of both factions took a step back and looked at the martial arts man dressed as a Taoist priest in front of them with great vigilance.

"Our grievances have nothing to do with outsiders. Don't you know your name?"

Master Ouyang of Yanqing Quan clasped his fists and narrowed his eyes, obviously he had not yet given up his determination to decide the outcome.

"I, Jiang Wen, have met the two leaders of Wuyi Sect."

Jiang Wen waved his hand, flicked his sleeves and said slowly. The disciples on both sides frowned. Everyone said they had never heard of this sect. Jiang Wen had already expected this, but found that only King Kong

The head of the door changed his expression after hearing this.

"Zhou Long of the Vajra Gate has met the hero Jiang Wen!"

This man spoke with a Shanxi accent, but seemed to know Jiang Wen, the unknown leader of the Wuyi Sect, very well.

Jiang Wen looked at the person in front of him playfully: "Master Zhou, do you know me from this tone?"

Zhou Long nodded solemnly and admitted decisively.

"Wuyi Sect? Why have I never heard of it?"

Head Ouyang blurted out involuntarily,

Jiang Wen turned his head to look at him with an unkind expression, showing a friendly and kind smile.

Head Ouyang saw the sincere awe of the head of the King Kong Sect, and saw Jiang Wen's slumped expression, and quickly added, "Well, you are famous far and wide. I must have been away from the world for a long time and am ignorant!"

Taking this opportunity, Jiang Wencai took the opportunity to stop the fight between the two parties and find out the origin of the dispute between the two parties.

Although the two sects of King Kong and Yanqing are in the same north and may have some connection in their origins, they had never met each other before. They only met in front of Xianxia Pass, the main road from Zhejiang to Fujian. They are both from the rivers and lakes, so it is inevitable that they will be a little unruly.

For example, a disciple of Yanqing Quan injured a disciple of Vajra Sect during a sparring match, and the two sides got into some trouble.

This matter should have been a trivial matter. After all, people in the world only pay lip service to fights and fights, and disputes of temper are only temporary. There is no need to travel thousands of miles to seek revenge.

But not long afterward, the King Kong Gate was ambushed by a group of bandits not far from Xianxia Pass, causing heavy casualties, but the attackers escaped.

From that time on, the King Kong Sect began to suspect that people from the Yanqing Sect were responsible. After all, their leader was a famous one-legged thief who also called himself the "Thousand Miles Lone Ranger". He was obviously not ashamed of his early experiences.

Today, in front of Fenshui Pass on the border between Fujian and Guangdong, Jingangmen unexpectedly saw Yanqingmen again, who was supposed to be many miles ahead of them. Instead of being three to five days ahead, the other party had taken its back. Jingangmen instantly became vigilant.

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Seeing that Yan Qingmen bumped into him again intentionally or unintentionally, and his behavior was extremely suspicious, Zhou Long instantly decided to take a preemptive strike and give the other party a bit of a look.

After listening to these stories, Jiang Wen understood what to do.

"Headmaster Ouyang, let me be fair as an outsider. The timing of your appearance here is indeed a bit subtle. No wonder Head Zhou of the Vajra Sect is worried. Since none of you have lost their lives today, I think both sides will take a step back.

How about we just say goodbye?"

Jiang Wen said with a smile.

Head Ouyang was startled for some reason. He always felt that there was something in what the man in front of him said. It was obviously the other party who was provoking trouble and blocking the road. How come he turned out to be an attempted crime with ulterior motives?

The atmosphere became tense again, and the three people's eyes looked wrong.

Jiang Wen originally thought that the three of them had to fight again before they could reach the consensus to stop fighting, but he didn't expect that the head of the Vajra Sect, who was so angry just now, although he was a powerful man and a rough man, at this time he was very aware of current affairs and agreed with his anger.

: "That's it, that's all. Don't keep it in mind, Master Ouyang. People always make mistakes."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked!

Although the forceful use of kung fu to resolve the fight was effective, the scene was still vulgar and far less effortless than relying on face to solve the problem. As a result, Jiang Wen instantly attracted everyone's attention and stole the show.

Seeing that Zhou Long was now getting a bargain and acting like a good boy, he was completely different from his rough and rude look just now. Jiang Wen couldn't help but wonder if he had some unique personality charm and could stop killing with just one word.

Master Ouyang of Yanqing Quan suddenly felt a bad breath stuck in his chest, and he really wanted to see the real moves under his hands and earn back his face.

But now the situation is stronger than that of others. The person opposite said that they would not help each other, but it was obvious that he did not intend to do so. If he continued to be stubborn, he would easily be attacked by a group of people, so he had no choice but to nod his head glumly, indicating that he would not pursue it any further.

"Then I will give Master Jiang some face!"

Hearing these words, the merchants along the way burst into enthusiastic cheers and cast admiring glances at Jiang Wen. Fu Ningdie in the crowd was especially excited, jumping up and down with her face flushed.

The official road gradually became clear, and it was not until the people from the Yanqing Fist Sect picked up their weapons, helped up the wounded and left one after another that the round-faced head of the King Kong Sect respectfully came to Jiang Wen, clasped his fists and bowed deeply.

"Dr. Jiang, when my senior brother was in the ancient city of Minyue in Wuyi Mountain, he only managed to save his life thanks to the rescue by the hero. The senior brother kept this matter secret from the outside world. He only told me to be more respectful."

Jiang Wen couldn't help but laugh. It turned out that the Shaolin sect's reputation he had built up in Wuyi Mountain could actually come in handy here.

He vaguely remembered that when he followed the Tiandihui into the ancient city of Minyue to ambush the Qing army, there was a figure like King Kongmen.

Although the opponent is from the Northern School of Kung Fu, he has always been closer to Southern Shaolin, so he traveled thousands of miles to come to help him. Looking at Yan Qing Quan, who also came from Shaolin just now, he obviously has no relationship with Southern Shaolin, so he would never know.

Jiang Wen stories circulated internally.

"I see, then we are old friends."

Jiang Wen took it indifferently, and then called Ningdie who was still watching the show in the crowd. The group spread out to make way for the business travelers to pass, and then continued to talk on the spot.

"Master Zhou, I'm not talking about you. Your actions today are too risky. If the other party really has evil intentions, wouldn't you, the defeated generals, suffer immediately?"

"Master Jiang doesn't know something. I chose to launch an attack here today just to make the matter bigger and make it easier for merchants to spread the word."

The round face of King Kong Sect leader Zhou Long showed a hint of cunning.

"After this, if the other party dares to use cold arrows suddenly, the world will undoubtedly guess that it was Yan Qingmen who did it, and someone will naturally avenge us in the future. This is better than dying in the wilderness without knowing anything.

Bar……"

The people in the martial arts world are indeed evil-minded. It seems that they want to scare off the enemy and put the sect most suspected of committing the crime on the fire.

"Oh? Are you so confident?"

Jiang Wen was also surprised. Even if he openly revealed his plans, how could Zhou Long be so sure that someone would pay for them?

Zhou Long nodded.

"Because of helping Southern Shaolin, my senior brother had no choice but to pass the position of master to me and hide his name. Southern Shaolin already owes us a big favor. Even if my senior brother has no hope of revenge, the eminent monks of Southern Shaolin will not ignore it.

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For ordinary sects, being labeled as a rebel is a very dangerous thing. After the Minyue Royal City in Wuyi Mountain, it is impossible to say how many people were forced to travel far away to prevent being traced by the Qing court and affecting their relatives and friends. Southern Shaolin is indeed in debt.

It was a big favor.

These calculations are intertwined, and the Zhou Long in front of him is obviously a rough and subtle person.

But when it comes to the Diamond Gate, Jiang Wen vaguely remembers that these gangs are also gangsters. It seems that they took advantage of the Southern Shaolin incident to besiege Shangqing Temple and destroy the Xiandu sect. Feng Daode came to ask for the crime. It didn't look like that.

He is jealous of evil and doesn't know how to adapt.

Therefore, Jiang Wen was a little curious in his heart. The other party's current attitude was really strange. If something like this happened, he could break it into pieces and leave, so why did he seem to have to travel through Fujian and Guangdong with great fanfare to be happy?

Facing Jiang Wen's doubts, Zhou Long smiled and spoke of Jiang Wen, and insisted on inviting Jiang Wen to the city of Guangzhou to entertain him as a token of his gratitude. He also said that his martial arts skills were low and he hoped that Jiang Wen could give him some pointers along the way, so that he could improve his skills.

Etiquette is out of the question.

Jiang Wen originally thought that the other party was just afraid of being attacked again, but when something went wrong, there must be a monster, so such enthusiasm made him suspicious.

Seeing Jiang Wen's uncertain expression, Zhou Long glanced at Ningdie in front of Jiang Wen, then glanced at the two children on the carriage driven by Hong Wending, and then took a somewhat funny little flag from his disciple's hand as if he had made up his mind.
To be continued...