Zhang Hong blocked Lin Miao's right palm casually, but instead stared at him directly, he squinted his eyes and nodded with praise: "Haha, Miao girl is indeed born white and graceful. No wonder people like to marry Miao girl as a concubine..." As Zhang Hong spoke, Lin Miao's left fist was already roaring at his right face. Although Zhang Hong really wanted to maintain a calm expression in front of several beauties, he knew Lin Miao's martial arts.

Zhang Hong could only put away his smile in disappointment and caught Lin Miao's left fist with a serious face. Lin Miao gritted his teeth and said, "National Master, aren't you afraid that I am a mountain-collapse cannon?" Zhang Hong snorted and shook his head: "It's definitely not, because you (skills) cannot be used so quickly!" Seeing that Zhang Hong subdued Lin Miao casually, Dao Wuren naturally asked in surprise: "He... who is he? His martial arts are so high?"

Su Xiaoyu hurriedly grabbed Dao Wuren's clothes and whispered: "Zhang Hong, the fourth national master in the world! He is also a traitor who does everything evil!" Zhang Hong glanced at Dao Wuren, and raised his lips slightly and said: "It turns out that this Miao village beauty can do martial arts. I thought you only know how to use Gu." Dao Wuren hugged Long Yubing's waist and carried her out about a meter before staring at Zhang Hong with a vigilant face and asked, "How do you see that I know martial arts?"

Zhang Hong slowly avoided Lin Miao's Qinglong Fist, and then slapped a Bingpo Ming Palm to force Lin Miao back. Then he calmly raised his hands and explained: "Because your eyes are obviously practicing internal skills, and their internal skills are quite good - well, it should be similar to that Hua Wuchang." Lin Miao used the internal strength of Tianyang Zhendian, and a trace of cold mist came out of his mouth: "Zhang Hong, how are you doing to my brother?!"

Zhang Hong intertwined his palms, and he sneered as the Bingpo Ming Palm, "It's not like that, I just clicked their acupoints." Zhang Tingmu heard the movements of Lin Miao and Zhang Hong, and immediately used his light skills to come to Dao Wuren and others. Zhang Tingmu and Lin Miao stood side by side and blocked the three girls behind him, and then asked him in a low voice: "Mouse, who is this guy? He seems to be very powerful..."

Zhang Hong glanced at Zhang Tingmu and slowly lowered his waist half a foot: "This is the cold-faced man Zhang Shaoxia who is good at using swords? I am the national teacher Zhang Hong, so I am lucky to meet him." Zhang Tingmu immediately set off the Tiangang hand and shouted: "The thief Zhang Hong?" Seeing that the knife Wubian helped Long Yubing and Su Xiaoyu to the back of Shengchen, Zhang Hong chuckled and said, "That girl seems to be called Sisi Niang, right? Do you want to present them to Khwarezm as tribute? Is it better to change my job?"

Dao Wuren remembered that Haletumeng had already led the army to Shoumaxia. Long Yubing and Su Xiaoyu ran out rashly, almost throwing themselves into the trap. Dao Wuren held the reins and looked at Zhang Hong without saying a word. Zhang Hong looked at Dao Wuren a few more glances before saying thoughtfully: "I remembered... Miao Yue Sheng Gu's nickname seems to be the Fourteenth Lady? Please forgive me, I didn't remember it for a while."

At this time, Zhang Tingmu whispered: "I have also heard of Zhang Hong's bad deeds. The Fourteenth Lady took the junior uncle and the others away first. It would be possible to hide for a while." Zhang Hong clenched his fists and nodded according to Zhang Tingmu's words: "What Zhang Shaoxia said is so much, and he could hide for a while." Lin Miao seemed to remember something, and then asked strangely: "As a pillar of the imperial court, why do the national teacher so indifferent to the enemy's country? Could it be..."

Speaking of this, Lin Miao stared at Zhang Hong with wide eyes: "...The one who informed the Tartars was you, Master Zhang?!" Zhang Hong looked at the cold air that came out between his fingers, chuckled and nodded, as he agreed: "Whether between me and Xu Zhihui, Khwarezm believed me more." A circle of wrinkles squeezed out around Lin Miao's nose, and his originally delicate eyes also showed a tiger-and-wolf murderous intent: "What do you mean is that Sufeng Pavilion is not treason? Xu Zhihui is also innocent?"

Zhang Hong actually said proudly: "No one here treason, but Mr. Xu is telling lies, and I am telling the truth - Zuo Qianhu is obviously resting in the capital, so why do you have to say that you have led troops into Sichuan? Is it intentionally lie? This is not good." Zhang Tingmu shook his head, clenched his fists and shouted: "There must be treacherous and slanderous in the world! Master Zhang, you are not only debauchery, but also worthy of being an abandoned disciple!"

Zhang Hong smiled at Zhang Tingmu indifferently, but there was a creepy murderous intent behind his smile. Lin Miao took a deep breath and then questioned Zhang Hong and said, "In this way, the matter of changing the puppet of Geng's ten thousand yuan that day was also instructed by the national master?!" Zhang Hong shook his head and snorted: "I have just arrived in Qingtaochuan and don't even have to drink tea. How could I instruct such a thing? Just ask the Beimo family or the Bai family, you should know."

Lin Miao felt that the internal strength of his mountain-collapse cannon had almost been accumulated, and the same was true for Zhang Tingmu's Guiyi Mountain Palm. Both of them attacked almost at the same time, and both hit Zhang Hong's left chest. Zhang Hong's body tilted, and he ignored Lin Miao's mountain-collapse cannon, but instead slashed Zhang Tingmu's arm with his left palm. Lin Miao knew that if Zhang Tingmu was hit by Zhang Hong, he would definitely be either dead or dead. In desperation, Lin Miao could only twist his body and found a gap under Zhang Tingmu's arm to punch him out.

When Lin Miao and Zhang Hong's fist and palm intersected, Zhang Tingmu's body also hit Lin Miao's left shoulder. Lin Miao's mountain-collapse cannon could have competed with Zhang Hong, but his body was deformed by Zhang Tingmu's collision. The cold internal force of the Bingpo Ming Palm instantly swept across Lin Miao's body like the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month. Lin Miao gritted his teeth to endure the severe pain of the cold bone marrow, and pushed Zhang Tingmu outwardly. However, at this time, Zhang Hong had already taken the opportunity to slap his right palm at Lin Miao's throat.

Lin Miao and Zhang Tingmu both said silently, "It's over!" Just when Zhang Hong was determined to win, Mu Wushuang's Ju Luojian suddenly fell from the sky and slashed Zhang Hong's right palm. Zhang Hong hurriedly retreated his right palm in a hurry, then bowed his right leg back, pulled the horse stance of Bingpo Ming Palm, and looked at Mu Wushuang who had turned Ju Luojian around his left hand with an unkind look. Lin Miao grabbed Zhang Tingmu who was standing unsteadily, and then said with lingering fear: "Mu Tou, you are really the time to come!"

Mu Wushuang lowered his eyebrows and stared at Zhang Hong and shouted, "Master Zhang, do you want to take advantage of others' danger again?" Zhang Hong frowned slightly and shook his head: "Hua Wuchang, have you actually broken through my acupoint so quickly? It's a big improvement." Mu Wushuang looked at the Ju Luojian in his left hand, glanced at the ghost hand marks that were faintly visible on his right hand, and sneered: "Master Zhang, your acupointing hand is indeed brilliant, but you underestimate the demonic power in my body too much!"
Chapter completed!