His whole body trembled, and his huge belly shrank when he took a deep breath.
The fat that was dangling all over his body solidified at this moment, bulging his training suit.
call!
His breathing was heavy and hot, and his facial skin suddenly turned black and red.
He punched his fists back and forth, causing his sleeves to make a "puff puff" sound.
In the distance, the three major disciples of Luohan Fist Academy all fixed their gazes and secretly clenched their fists.
"Master Zhen is serious now. This is one of the three killer moves of Luohan Fist, the Tiger Head Hammer!"
Bang!
He punched Wan Zhuliu in the face, creating a strong wind and a rapid sound of breaking through the air.
Wan Zhuliu also realized that Zhenkui's punch was quite powerful, and immediately flew back.
"Want to run? Hoo!"
Zhenkui sneered, switched his legs, took brisk steps, retracted his toes, and immediately pushed out diagonally.
"Is this... a shovel kick? No, that's not right, it's misleading. Master Zhen wants to use the Arhat Viewing Mountain!"
Bang bang bang!
Zhenkui pressed his body forward and punched continuously, and the wind from his punches made Wan Zhuliu's face hurt.
However, he remained silent throughout.
Seeing this, Zhen Kui also became a little angry. "What? Brother Wan, are you not going to show your true ability and compete with me?"
"Brother Zhenkui, you're joking. Your Arhat Fist is so powerful that I can only barely resist it and have no strength to fight back." Wan Zhuliu said modestly.
"Bullshit, show me the power of your Black Wind Sword, or don't blame me, Zhenkui, for not giving you face today!"
"In that case, let's decide the outcome with one move!" Wan Zhuliu also stopped retreating instantly, restrained his momentum, and concealed his edge, becoming one with the enemy.
Then he stepped hard, and several bricks in front of him shattered in an instant.
“It’s sword energy!
This guy has no sword in his hand, but he can actually use his fists to unleash the power of the Black Wind Sword!"
The three disciples of Luohan Boxing Academy were all shocked, and they understood why Zhenkui had said before that even ten of them would not be a match for Wan Zhuliu.
Hiding the sword on his body shows that Wan Zhuliu has mastered the Black Wind Sword Technique. Although he does not have a sword in his hand, his every punch and palm can unleash sword energy.
“Good job!”
Seeing this, Zhenkui's fighting spirit increased greatly. He raised his fists in front of his chest, and with all his strength, he delivered his fatal punch with overwhelming force.
"Arhat subdues the demon!"
boom!
The two men's fists collided at the same time, and the strong wind they created directly blew up the grass on the surrounding rockery and scattered it all over the courtyard.
A certain moment.
Bang!
A figure flew backwards and hit the wall, directly knocking a big hole in it.
"Who's winning?"
Seeing such a big commotion, Yuchi Yun was a little nervous and stood up quickly.
A moment later, the fat arhat Zhenkui walked out from the smoke and dust, and was very surprised to see Wan Zhuliu who was knocked away by him.
The moment their fists collided, he clearly felt Wan Zhuliu's tremendous strength, which was evenly matched with his. How could it suddenly disappear in an instant?
The sudden change didn't even give him time to restrain his strength, and he directly knocked Wan Zhuliu away.
"Hurry up and save them!"
His heart was not at peace at this moment, so he could only call out in a deep voice.
A moment later, the clinic carried Wan Zhuliu away.
At the last moment, the county lieutenant Yuchi Yun grabbed the doctor and asked, "Is the injury serious?"
"Preliminary examination, I'm afraid the internal organs are damaged?"
"What, so serious?" Yuchi Yun's eyes darkened, and he raised his eyebrows to look at Zhenkui. "What happened? I've warned you countless times that Wan Zhuliu isn't a boxing expert. You two were fighting bare-handed, and you were the one who had the upper hand. You should have stopped there. Now that something like this has happened, how are we going to handle the escort mission?"
"I……"
Zhenkui was speechless at this point.
Just as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Yuchi Yun, "Don't say anything, Wan Zhuliu will need to recuperate for ten days or half a month due to this injury.
The birthday gift will be escorted by Luohan Fist Academy, and you will lead the team yourself!"
After saying that, Yuchi Yun waved his sleeves and left angrily.
"Master Zhen..." Three disciples stepped forward and wanted to say something, but were stopped by Zhenkui.
——
Three days later, Tianji Tower.
Wan Zhuliu was in his exclusive underground secret room, with his upper body naked, revealing muscles that looked like they were cast from fine iron.
With just a casual punch, he could penetrate the three-inch thick stone slab in front of him.
He was in a vigorous and energetic state and didn't look like he was injured at all.
"You're such a sly shrew, Black Wind! You almost tricked me with one trick!"
Qingluan, who was walking behind him, curled her lips and showed a speechless expression.
Wan Zhuliu glanced at the woman and shook off the sweat on his body.
"Can you please respect other people's privacy?"
"Huh? Privacy? You've been injured seven or eight times, and I've treated you all. I've seen and touched every part of your body. You're being pretentious!"
Wan Zhuliu didn't bother to pay attention to her. He took out a map from the side and went over the route of the Northern Trade Road.
"Where did the Black Dragon King take action?"
"Washi Gorge is the only place suitable for an ambush. The rest is plain and can't hide anyone!"
Wan Zhuliu nodded, changed into a purple Taoist robe that he had never worn before, tied his hair into a bun, and then put on a mask and a beard.
He transformed into a burly Taoist priest in purple robe, holding a silver whisk in his hand.
"I'll go there early and wait!"
As he said this, he strode out.
"Why!"
Qingluan hurriedly called out to him, then followed reluctantly, "The host instructed me to assist you in this mission!"
“No need!”
Wan Zhuliu decisively refused.
To him, ordinary Tongli realm warriors are of little help and instead have to take care of their companions and are unable to give their full strength.
"Hey? Let me tell you, there are also members of the rebel army who robbed the escort this time!"
"What happened to the rebels?"
"That fat Arhat Zhenkui is from the rebel army. I don't need to say more about the rest, right?"
Wan Zhuliu stopped.
He really didn't expect that the fat monk Zhenkui was actually a member of the rebel army.
This was so fucking coincidental that even he thought it was such a coincidence!
He was originally responsible for escorting the caravan, but ended up having to rob it.
He deliberately staged a big drama and threw this hot potato to Zhenkui.
As it turns out, Jin-kyu is also a character like him.
This is embezzlement, isn't it?
With the help from both inside and outside, the Black Dragon King lost the initiative.
Moreover, the rebel army was a tough opponent, and he had already realized this.
This group of people are the remnants of the previous dynasty, most of whom are from the Tuo tribe. In order to restore the previous dynasty, they have gathered a group of forces in various places in recent years. Uprisings have broken out from time to time, causing headaches for the court.
Wan Zhuliu had taken on two missions, both related to the rebel army.
Once, he was seriously injured by the rebel leader, the eight-armed monk Deng Yuanjue.
Thinking of this, he had to be cautious.
Although Qingluan's strength is not that great, she has practiced a special body movement skill called Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada, which can also serve as a tip-off when necessary.
"Okay, you'll act accordingly when the time comes!"
"Don't worry about that. I'll be the first one to run away if there's any danger." Qingluan replied quickly.
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