You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 197 Seizing the Book
Nanguai was an old man with a bald head and a huge boil on his forehead with a small wound on it, which was disgusting. He had two small eyes like a mouse and a mouth full of rotten teeth, and it looked like he often took Wushisan.

After all, he was a well-known evil man. Even if he was born ugly and annoying, no one dared to disobey him.

He slapped the table and glanced at the various chivalrous men in the tavern:
"Aren't you all gathered in the restaurant just to drink? The world's top merit is in the courtyard in front. Whoever can get it will have the opportunity to become the next capital! He can push a hundred soldiers and horses with one hand, and he is not afraid of ten thousand cavalry in front of him!

"You guys are planning to let go of this unparalleled opportunity? You guys are not that weak!"

"Nanguai, what do you want to do? Charge into the government office?"

Among the four heroes in the forest, a clean man picked up a knife and pointed to the compass monster, asking.

"Hey, kid, why are you pretending to be such a good guy here? There are so many people gathered at the gate of the government office. Who doesn't want the fragments of the capital?

"I'm just telling you, if this fragment is still kept in the government office, we will never be able to get it in our lifetime. Why don't you follow me and charge in now! Get this fragment out! Then we can run into the wild, and the cavalry will never be able to catch us."

The southern monster laughed out loud.

Hearing his words, the martial artists in the various restaurants were all slightly moved.

Most of the gangsters in the martial arts world have little respect for the government. Now that there is an opportunity to become a peerless master, anyone with a little bit of ambition wants to fight for it!
The Northern Evil was the first to respond to the Southern Monster:
"Old man, what you said is quite pleasant to the ear! Since these brats don't want to follow me, I'll go with you to give it a try! When the time comes, we'll each watch half of it, learn something, and charge towards the realm of immortals on land!"

"it is good!"

After saying this, Nanguai and Beixie decided not to stay in the restaurant any longer and rushed directly towards the government office.

Seeing them move, the four heroes in the forest looked at each other, picked up their weapons and cursed:
"If the superior magical power falls into the hands of bandits, it will stir up a bloody storm in the martial arts world. Brothers, let's go too!"

After making this high-sounding excuse, they also rushed out.

When the other martial artists saw that someone had taken action, they also became interested and ran out one by one, pouring into the street.

The old woman glanced at the old beggar:
"Will you come with me?"

"I won't go. There's wine and meat here. Why wade into muddy water?" The old beggar shook his head. "If you can't beat them and are dying, just shout for help three times to the sky and I'll save you."

"Bah, I will never call you for help even if my neck is cut off." The old woman cursed, then jumped out of the tavern.

The old beggar rolled his eyes:

"Who did you learn this from? You didn't take the main entrance."

The Monsters of the South and the Evil of the North took the lead and jumped onto the street. Most of the other martial artists also jumped out and moved towards the government office in a noisy manner. Some of them even drew their swords and tried to force their way in by force!

The restaurant that was packed with people just now suddenly became deserted. Many wuxia guests ran out without even paying for their meals. The waiter was so anxious that he paced around on the spot. He didn't dare to go up and provoke these "heroes" with knives and could only shed tears.

Of course, not all the wanderers are interested in the fragments of the imperial palace.

The old beggar looked around and found that there were only four or five people left in the restaurant watching the show. The young man with the wooden sword that the old woman had introduced before was one of them.

Seeing that several "heroes" he was familiar with had jumped out of the restaurant, the young man could only sigh helplessly, took out a few taels of silver from his pocket, and gave it to the waiter to pay the bill for his friends.

After finishing all this, he suddenly saw the old beggar walking towards him with a smile, so he didn't hesitate and just sat down.

"Old sir, aren't you going?" Although Young Hero Mu Jian was a little confused, he still bowed respectfully and asked.

"Why go and join in the fun? It's better to stay here and drink and eat meat." The old beggar sneered, "They are all mediocre people, worrying about their cultivation. They are really stupid. Can the fragments of the capital really fall into their hands? I think they are just thinking too much."

"You see things very clearly." Young Hero Mu Jian said with emotion.

"Wanderers of the world, wanderers of the world, they wander around in the world, but they can hardly be twisted into a bundle of hemp. I might as well hope for beef to fall from the sky as I would for them to achieve great things." The old man snorted.

Young Hero Mu Jian did not comment, but he knew that what the old man said made sense.

The composition of the Jianghu knights is always complicated. Some of them roam the world for freedom, some of them live in seclusion in the shadows for profit, or some of them simply don't have much ability and can't join the regular martial arts system of Daliang, so they become Jianghu knights out of necessity.

They are all children of the world, but they are full of grievances and love. They are like stars in the sky when they are scattered, and like a pile of shit when they are together. It is considered that they have good tempers if they don't fight each other, let alone get together to do big things.

The old beggar pulled out another chicken leg and said with a smile:

"Why don't you go, young man?"

"I came here just because I thought that there would be a lot of people at the Xianyang Conference, and I might find some news about my wife. I really have no interest in this fragment of the capital."

"You are a wonderful person." The old man laughed. "The Jianghu people usually don't like each other, but when they see a treasure, they will gather together and want to get it. Young man, guess, if the two little kids in the north and south can get the treasure, will they be kind enough to share it with other Jianghu people?"

"I would rather believe that there are gods in the sky who can fly and make thunder than I can trust these two bastards."

"Haha! Great review! Then let's just sit here and watch the show."

After saying that, the old beggar simply sat down next to the young man with the wooden sword, crossed his legs and hummed a song.

Young Hero Mu Jian had no idea what the old beggar was going to do, so he had to stay on guard and watch the farce outside.

The gangsters had already reached the gate of the county government office. The yamen runners felt like they were facing a great enemy and rushed out with their sticks in hand, forming a human wall at the gate.

An older yamen runner bravely stepped forward and shouted:

"What do you want to do? You dare to bring weapons into the government office, are you planning to rebel?"

His shout really worked. All the martial artists who were moving forward stopped. Even the Southern Monsters and Northern Evils did not rush directly into the county government office. Instead, they confronted the people in the government office across half a street.

"Brothers, we don't want to fight with you, but it's a bit unreasonable for you officials to hold on to your magical powers!" Bei Xie sneered, "Today you just need to take out the things, and we will naturally retreat and won't cause trouble for you brothers. But if you don't take it out... don't blame us for being blind!" The Jianghu people followed and shouted:

"Correct!"

"Bring out the books! Why should the government take all the good stuff?"

"This thing came from the Jianghu, and it should be returned to the Jianghu!"

The crowd was so noisy that the yamen runners were sweating on their foreheads.

Go forward, it's not worth risking your life for such a small sum of money. Go back, it's not worth wearing the official uniform.

I wanted to speak in a firm tone, but suddenly I found that the sunlight behind me was blocked and a tall and strong shadow poked out from behind me.

Looking back, it turned out to be one of the distinguished guests who had entered the county government office before.

Zhu Laoba's transformed form was already taller and stronger than the others. Now standing behind this group of yamen runners, he looked even bigger and more intimidating.

The yamen runners around him also weakened their legs and made way for Zhu Laoba.

Zhu Laoba strode to Beixie and looked down at him:
"My husband is resting in the yard, stop making noise here, and get out of here!"

There was a low and fierce roar, the sound was like a huge bell, and there seemed to be an invisible wave jumping out, pushing forward like a wall.

Wherever the sound waves passed, the less powerful martial artists were even pushed back several steps, covering their ears and screaming, and it turned out that they were injured.

Even the martial artists who were holding on had their expressions change drastically.

Who is this reckless man? How can he be so skilled just by shouting?

Could this be some secret to training your voice?

Bei Xie's expression changed continuously when he was stopped.

He himself is very skilled in Taoism, so it is easier for him to see that the ruffian in front of him is very skilled.

But there are so many heroes behind me. If I show my weakness, I will lose this reputation in the future.

Then he raised his palm slightly and used the technique:

"If you don't accept my toast, don't blame us for being rude!"

I saw some dark color gathering above Beixie's palm, as if he was poisoned.

The old woman who was secretly climbing over the wall even stopped her actions and looked at Beixie's hand with a frown.

Yin Willow Palm.

This can be considered as Bei Xie's famous skill.

If you want to practice this palm, you must choose a willow tree on the grave and beat it left and right, until your palms are bloody and blurred, allowing the negative energy to seep into it.

Bei Xie's move was already perfected. If anyone was hit by this palm, they would either die or be seriously injured.

I just don't know what kind of moves this reckless guy will use to fight back.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he suddenly saw Zhu Laoba take a big step forward and come directly in front of Beixie.

He was so fast that Bei Xie didn't even have time to react before he suddenly saw a big black hand reaching out to his forehead.

"Snapped!"

Bei Xie was pinched on the forehead.

"Forehead!"

After so many years in the martial arts world, Bei Xie had indeed encountered powerful masters, but this was the first time he was grabbed by the head during a confrontation.

I only heard Zhu Laoba snort coldly:

"The master just said that most of the Jianghu people have blood on their hands. Some people can be spared, but some people must be killed on the spot and must not be let off. You are one of them!"

After saying that, he exerted force with his wrist and pushed down suddenly!
There were continuous sounds of breaking bones, and Beixie, a 1.8-meter-tall man, was crushed down in a way visible to the naked eye.

In just a blink of an eye, Beixie was pressed into a pancake two or three feet thick.

He raised his hand, and not even a drop of blood leaked out.

Only Beixie's squeezed and deformed face was staring blankly at the sky.

died.

Zhu Laoba glanced sideways, and then looked at the Nanguai, whose face had already turned pale with fear, and showed his big white teeth:

"You're next."

(End of this chapter)