Wherever he passed, there was blood on the ground.

Many people in Guangling City came out to watch the fun.

"Who is this, so miserable?"

"The second son of the Zhao family."

"Zhao Tai, who dares to make him look like this and risk his life?!"

"Yeah!"

"Keep your voice down!"

Guangling Zhao family,

Zhao Rongbiao looked at his dead son on the ground, his face expressionless, his clenched teeth loosened and then clenched again.

Several servants knelt on the ground shivering.

"Has Zhao ever offended Your Excellency in any way?" He looked at Wang Zhe standing in front of him and was already thinking about how to punish this murderer who dared to hurt his son.

"Making a mask for the first time."

"Why is that?"

"Your son has done so many bad things. As a father, you don't know. It's a son's fault if he doesn't teach his father!"

Wang Zhe was in a good mood, but seeing this Zhao Tai felt like a fly had fallen into the food while eating, disgusting!

He also knew that there must be more than one person like "Master Huang".

If I had seen him in my previous life, it would have been nothing more than a tongue-in-cheek speech.

It’s different now,

It is said that armed with sharp weapons, murderous intentions arise naturally.

Those knights learned some skills and then wanted to fight against injustice.

He has not only learned some skills now,

You can ignore it, I just feel uncomfortable with it.

Maybe in a few hundred years, after seeing too much, he will become indifferent, but that's not the case now.

So he came.

"Amitabha, I wonder where this donor practices?"

A monk in his forties came out of the room with a kind face.

Wang Zhe glanced at him.

"Take it!" Zhao Rongbiao said coldly.

The door closed, and four people flew out from the surrounding courtyard, surrounding Wang Zhe.

"No matter life or death!" Zhao Rongbiao said coldly.

Then there were several screams, and the four people flew out at the same time, hitting the wall, splattering blood all over the wall, as if a painting was hanging on it.

The monk was stunned, and Zhao Rongbiao was also stunned.

But in the blink of an eye, the guard he spent a lot of money to hire was defeated.

"Amitabha, this poor monk will come back another day to talk to the donor about Buddha." The monk walked away.

Just less than three feet above the ground, Wang Zhe flew him away with a palm, spun dozens of times in mid-air, smashed the roof, and fell into a nearby house.

Causing a scream.

"Do you want to kill him immediately?" Zhao Rongbiao looked at Wang Zhe coldly.

Wang Zhe raised his hand and struck a palm, and Zhao Rongbiao flew out from where he was. The green light that lit up on his body shattered in an instant, smashed the wall, and fell into the house.

Wow, I spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Mr. Liu, save me!" Zhao Rongbiao shouted.

A breath rose into the sky, and the entire courtyard seemed to shake. Then a man in his fifties came to Wang Zhe's side.

Goatee, squinting eyes, and a knife behind his back.

The aura on his body is very strong.

"Second grade?" Wang Zhe glanced at him.

"Good eyesight!" The old man smiled.

Then he suddenly drew his sword, and with a flash of light, he cut off a lonely person.

Wang Zhe had disappeared, a knife mark appeared on the ground, the bluestone was broken, and the wall was cut open.

The next moment, Wang Zhe appeared at the same place again, and then struck a palm.
Chapter completed!