Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 140: On the Lancang River (asking for monthly tickets)

Good people cross over.

Arrogance comes first.

Dao Baifeng followed Zhang Kuang closely. Her cold and elegant face was radiant and her extraordinary temperament remained the same, but the light in her eyes was dimmed and a little tired.

Just seeing the iron chain bridge over the surging waters of the Lancang River, stretched across the river regardless of wind and rain, whether it is a violent storm or the scorching sun, the depression in my heart immediately dissipated a lot, my mind became peaceful, and I walked on the iron chain bridge as if I were walking on flat ground.

When they reached the middle of the bridge, they suddenly saw a flock of birds startled and wandering around in the woods on the opposite bank, crying loudly. They subconsciously stopped.

"Someone is coming." Dao Baifeng said.

Zhang Kuang said "hmm" and added, "I'm not blind."

While the two were talking, four or five people came up from the other side of the bridge.

The man at the front not only had an unusually long horse face, but half of his face was covered in blood and dust, which covered many of his pockmarks. With his disheveled hair, he looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

Although the four people behind him were also chasing at a fast pace, they still had a dignified demeanor and were obviously "big shots" who had held high positions for a long time.

It was Zhong Wanchou, Duan Zhengming, the three dukes of Dali and five others - the main purpose of this trip was to rescue people, so Duan Zhengming only brought experts with him, thinking of running away after rescuing people, so he sought to be concise and precise.

But they didn't expect that the two sides would meet on the suspension bridge.

"Interesting, Zhong Wanchou is still alive. He even brought people to Wanjie Valley... Why do I feel like I'm being used as a pawn?"

Zhang Kuang had a faint smile on his face, but the smile never reached his eyes, it was just on the surface. Therefore, his voice sounded as cold as the wind on the river, causing Dao Baifeng behind him to shiver. The rebellious spirit that had arisen in him when he saw Duan Zhengming and others was quietly shattered and disappeared with the wind.

She moved her feet, but stood firmly behind Zhang Kuang, introducing the people to him: "Dali Baoding Emperor Duan Zhengming, the three people behind him are the three dukes of Dali: Hua Hegen, Ba Tianshi and Fan Bi."

Dao Baifeng spoke very quickly, his pronunciation was rare and clear. Even though the river wind was stirring up waves and the sound of water was incessant, he still quickly finished introducing the four people's martial arts styles.

Zhang Kuang nodded indifferently. Having experienced two worlds, although he could not be said to have experienced many vicissitudes of life, he could be said to have seen countless people. Therefore, he was not surprised by Dao Baifeng's choice.

There's even some narcissism - look, isn't that it?
It's not difficult at all!
Duan Zhengming and the others couldn't help showing joy on their faces when they saw Dao Baifeng on the bridge. They immediately quickened their pace, but they were still not as fast as Zhong Wanchou.

Although Zhong Wanchou didn't have a big knife in his hand, his momentum was even greater than when he had a big knife. He stepped onto the iron chain bridge in a hurry, with green and red energy flowing on his face, and shouted fiercely: "Make way!"

As he opened his mouth, he gathered all his strength in his arms, and as he ran wildly, every step he took cracked the wooden boards on the bridge. The flying wood chips were instantly swept away by the waves, leaving only the iron chain across the river, which was constantly washed by the white waves.

Zhang Kuang's eyes narrowed slightly as he let out a chuckle. He turned back to look at Dao Baifeng, pointing his palm at Zhong Wanchou: "Does he think he's so powerful?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

boom! ! !
A terrifying suction force erupted from Zhang Kuang's palm, and two energies, one yin and one yang, one black and one white, transformed into two Tai Chi fish that kept rotating in his palm. When they were small, they barely covered his palm, but when they were big, they were like a millstone. The entire iron chain bridge seemed to have fallen into the eye of a storm sea, and strong winds and huge waves were stirred up on the Lancang River.

Hua Hua Hua——

Huge waves crashed against the iron chain bridge, and Duan Zhengming and the other three suddenly changed color. Duan Zhengming grabbed the iron chain with his hands, crushed the wooden planks under his feet, and tangled his ankles in the chain. He sank his Qi into his Dantian and his body visibly fell. "Be careful! Use the force!"

The voice, laced with true energy, was blown away by the wind, washed away by the waves, and submerged beneath the water. However, the three dukes of Dali were not wooden men. Seeing this scene, they naturally clung to the nearest place, wrapping their bodies with iron chains to avoid being sucked in.

As for what would happen if they were sucked over...

The strength that Zhong Wanchou exerted was like a drop in the ocean in the wind and waves, and turned into scattered starlight. The blue and red colors on his face turned into dark purple, and thick blood gathered under his skin, as if as long as there was a little opening, his blood would spurt out like a pump.

Snapped!
Zhong Wanchou's fist "hit" the Tai Chi Pisces. To be more precise, it was firmly absorbed by the Tai Chi Pisces between the changes of black and white. The skinny and bony arm made a crisp and loud breaking sound in an instant, and twisted like a twisted dough stick.

Zhong Wanchou's pupils shrank to the size of needles, but his eyes were wider than ever before. Blood spurted out from the burst corners of his eyes, and the blood filled his eyeballs, like two live fish beads.

The screams were drowned out by the wind and waves.

The raging wind and waves returned to calm in the next moment, the wind and waves on the Lancang River suddenly stopped, and the turbulence on the iron chain bridge slowly subsided.

The scenery is beautiful on a sunny day. The clear Lancang River is flowing rapidly, fish are swimming in the shallows, and the scene is full of vitality. However, the iron chain bridge is cold and silent as if it is winter.

"Tsk, rubbish."

He waved his hands arrogantly and boredly. Zhong Wanchou's strength could be considered first-class, but that was all. Compared with those supermodel masters of the later period, he was at best a goalkeeper.

His eyes fell on Duan Zhengming.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" The three ministers who climbed up from the iron chain bridge noticed this scene and immediately ignored their own safety and stood in front of Duan Zhengming.

Although it was just an ordinary glance, it made them feel as if they were being watched by their natural enemy, like a mouse encountering a cat. It made the blood in their bodies seem to freeze and they subconsciously held their breath.

Zhang Kuang just glanced at them and didn't care much, and said the same two words:
"Rubbish."

The only people he could look up to in the entire Tianlong sect were Xiaoyaozi of the Xiaoyao sect, plus one monk, two hangers, three old men, and four masters, and at most Ding Chunqiu and You Tanzhi who practiced the Shenzu Sutra with the help of ice silkworms.

This is not his personal opinion - in his eyes, these people are all chickens and dogs, and even the two cheaters are nothing compared to him.

Instead, it was information released after the cremation of Zhong Wanchou.

Faced with such arrogant words, neither Duan Zhengming nor the three officials of Dali felt humiliated at all. The gap between the two sides was too huge, like a chasm, like clouds and mud.

Even so, Duan Zhengming pushed aside the three people, stepped forward and bowed, saying, "My humble self, Duan Zhengming, greets you, Senior. May I ask your name?"

Dali was just a small country. Even if he called himself emperor in private, he could only call himself the ruler or the king in public. Moreover, if his martial arts identity was not ineffective at the moment, Duan Zhengming would not be willing to display his official identity.

Zhang Kuang ignored him and just walked towards the other side with his hands behind his back.

Dao Baifeng followed him closely, only shaking her head slightly when passing Duan Zhengming, and then quickly followed Zhang Kuang.

Duan Zhengming's heart had sunk to the bottom, and the worst outcome had occurred...

(End of this chapter)