Boom!

A heavy muffled sound came out, and smoke and dust scattered on the ring, and tall pillars were placed on Fang Shiyu. Lei Laohu broke with heavy blows and collapsed suddenly.

Fang Shiyu retreated quickly, but Lei Laohu was one step too late and could not dodge. He was hit hard by Qianjunzhujia in the vest, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Fang Shiyu was in power and refused to forgive him. He rushed forward, grabbed Lei Laohu out, and kicked him in the air. But when he heard the "bang" sound, Lei Laohu had already fallen under the ring and lay on the ground motionless.

"Come on! Keep fighting!"

Blood was spilling out of Fang Shiyu's nose, but he was still shouting at Lei Laohu excitedly until several of Lei Laohu's disciples rushed out of the crowd and rushed to Lei Laohu. He pushed Lei Laohu hard and did not move. He also stopped breathing and couldn't help but exclaim: "Master! Master is dead!"

Fang Shiyu's pupils on the ring instantly opened wide, as if he was struck by lightning. Although he was brave and cruel and liked to fight with others since he was a child, he actually killed someone for the first time.

A galloped from the end of the long street. A woman in her thirties and mature charm was immediately sitting. She was Lei Laohu's wife, Li Xiaohuan, daughter of Li Bashan, the old lady of Wudang, and was unfortunately late.

Song Mingjing drank all the wine in the glass, threw down a silver ingot, and left this noisy and noisy place without hesitation.

After finding out the location of Wanma Hall on the street, Song Mingjing arrived at his destination in about a stick of incense.

Wanma Hall is a domineering man in Hangzhou. The owner of the hall is Qiu Wanqian. He is the nephew of Wudang Su Lao Feng Daode. Relying on this important background, Qiu Wanqian gathered a group of low-ranking thugs under his command and colluded with the government. He can be said to be bullying and rampant in Hangzhou City.

Song Mingjing’s first goal is this hatred.

Outside a large mansion with a vast area, there are three golden characters "Wanma Hall" written on the door plaque, and there is a stone lion on the left and right sides of the mansion gate.

As soon as Song Mingjing approached the mansion gate, four strong guards immediately cast their eyes.

"Stop!" a guard shouted: "This is Wanma Hall, the idle people are waiting, get out quickly."

Wanmatang is used to being arrogant and domineering in Hangzhou, and no one can control it. As well as these guards, they are arrogant. The tone of the guard's speech is rampant.

Another guard pointed at Song Mingjing and shouted: "Also, take off your hat!"

Song Mingjing looked motionless and said lightly: "Go to report to a hall master, and he said that someone from Wudang Mountain came to see him."

"Wudang Mountain?!"

The arrogant expressions of several guards changed, staring at Song Mingjing in surprise. After a while, one guard winked at the other three companions, and then clasped his fists and said, "Customer, wait, I will inform the master immediately."

Not long after, the group walked out of the mansion. The leader was a twenty-seven or eight-year-old young man with a handsome appearance, but there was a cruel aura between his eyebrows.

He played with a pair of iron gallbladders with both hands, walked up arrogantly, and glanced at Song Mingjing: "You said you came down from Wudang Mountain? What are the certificates?"

"Of course there are certificates, and there is also a letter from Elder Feng, but can you talk about it in detail?"

Song Mingjing glanced around.

Qiu Wanqian narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Song Mingjing for a long time, waved his hand and said, "Okay! Please!"

He followed him into Wanma Hall, saying nothing until he entered the spacious hall. Qiu Wanqian sat carelessly on his head, raised one foot to put it on the seat, suddenly pointed at Song Mingjing and shouted: "Take it down for me!"

He sneered: "I'm so brave. I dare to pretend to be my Wudang disciple and deceive me into Qiu Wanqian's head! If I chop you up and feed you to the dog, you won't know how many eyes there are on Prince Ma's head."

With an order, there were about twenty Wanmatang gangs in the hall, and surrounded Song Ming's mirror in two rows.

Song Mingjing didn't know where he had revealed his flaws, but it didn't matter much. He came to Wanmatang to capture Qiu Wanqian and forced him to find out the secrets of Wudang's martial arts.

The reason why I didn't do anything on the street was that I was afraid that the noise would be too loud and alarm the government.

Even if he can fight with one hundred, the army's attack on the enemy is different from fighting in the martial arts world. The lethality of a hundred soldiers who form a battle formation is far greater than that of a wild man in the martial arts world.

What's more, Hangzhou was one of the fourteen garrison sites of the Qing Dynasty. Thousands of troops rushed up together, and Song Mingjing could not guarantee that he could escape unstoppable.

More than 20 Wanmatang gang members were getting closer and closer. Song Mingjing did not give the other party the chance to attack first. He pounced on his body, bringing out a storm, and instantly approached a gang member.

The latter raised a steel knife in his hand, and Song Mingjing had already hit him in the chest with one punch, as if he was hit by a hammer. The gangster's chest immediately collapsed, his sternum shattered, and flew backwards.

With a "swish", the moment he flew out, the steel knife in his palm was taken off by Song Mingjing, and he attacked behind him with a backhand, and opened several long swords that took advantage of the situation to attack.

Dangdangdang!!

Several gang members who were sneak attacking felt the other party's steel knife sweeping over. With a burst of strong force, a sharp pain in their wrists, and a long sword in their palm fell to the ground one after another.

Song Mingjing's body kept turning like a sword light, splitting the people in front of him in two pieces. Then he felt a strong wind blowing, striking his forehead, but Qiu Wanqian, who was sitting in the upper head, threw out an iron gall.

Qiu Wanqian is Feng Daode's nephew, and is deeply favored and cultivated by Feng Daode. Although he is young, his martial arts skills are even better than Fang Shiyu and Hong Xiguan.

With his full force, the iron gall is like a flying star. Not to mention that the body cannot resist it, even if it hits the pig iron, it will leave a deep mark.

Song Mingjing did not dodge or avoid, and waved his sword to fight. With a trembling sound of gold and iron, the steel knife in his hand was twisted and folded, but the iron gall was also chopped and flew backwards, and hit Qiu Wanqian.

Qiu Wanqian jumped and dodged from the seat, and the sound of "crack" cracking came, and the seats instantly split into pieces.

Song Mingjing pulled his back with his backhand, and the steel knife swung and fell into his palms. He broke into seven or eight pieces, and sputtered out everywhere, falling on the gang members, as if a sharp arrow shot, blood flowing.

With a siege in his breath, Song Mingjing jumped toward Qiu Wanqian. Qiu Wanqian's face was no longer as arrogant as before, and his opponent was much more difficult than he expected.

"Who are you? Who sent you?"

Qiu Wanqian shouted sternly, and at the same time threw another iron gall, and opened his hands and used the Wudang Mian Palm all the way, slapped out with all his strength, wrapped in a fierce aura.
Chapter completed!