"No one has threatened me like this for a long time!"

Zhang Chu stretched his limbs lazily on the horse's back and said in a low voice: "I really miss you!"

"If a young man has a son, don't be too arrogant in life!"

A middle-aged man with a goatee on his jaw sneered and asked contemptuously: "Do you think you are the master of cultivation?"

It's been a long time since no one dared to be so arrogant in front of them.

"I'm not!"

Zhang Chu shook his head in surprise, "Are you?"

When the middle-aged man in the goatee and white robe heard this, he sneered again, but he was too lazy to have a quarrel with Zhang Chu again.

Of course we are not.

But it's enough to kill you!

They regard Zhang Chu as a native chicken and a tiled dog.

Zhang Chu also regarded them as broken limbs and corpses.

Both sides have confidence.

The difference is that the confidence of these five people comes from their background.

And Zhang Chu's confidence comes from his own strength.

I don’t know if these five people have ever heard a saying: Distant water cannot quench near thirst.

Zhang Chu no longer looked at the five people, his eyes turned to Bai Shiji, and joked jokingly: "President Bai, this is just you. Everyone is a fellow gangster in Beiyin County, and the Hehuan Sect has changed its owner so much.

Why don’t you know what’s going on? If Zhang doesn’t deal with you, he will also give you a big gift to celebrate your promotion to the Hehuan Sect!”

The hundreds of Hehuan disciples who formed the formation heard the words, were so angry that they could hardly help but take the lead in taking action.

These words are so hurtful.

Even though this is true, it doesn't need to be so unpleasant.

Besides, isn’t it because you Zhang Chu forced me to be a tyrant?

Bai Shiji was not angry, and even had a little proud look in his eyes: "Gangmaster Zhang, everyone understands people. Are you not afraid of making a joke with such a clumsy provocation?"

Only the weak can exert their advantages.

Zhang Chu is not a weak person, and he has never tried his best to speak out before.

Now that he is trying to show off his words, this only means that Zhang Chu is beginning to feel guilty!

At least that's what he thinks.

However, he had not been able to be proud for too long, and Zhang Chu's next words completely overturned his speculation.

"That's right... Then go straight to the point!"

Zhang Chu stopped smiling, his face slowly became cold, "Who is Zhang Chu? You should know why I came to Fengyang Mountain, you should know in your heart!"

"Nonsense, I won't say much. If you do it yourself and kill these five people, I will be very compassionate today and let you go to Hehuan Gate. Otherwise, the sword-holder of your Hehuan Gate can live one of you today

, I, Zhang Chu, cut off my head and gave it to you as a chamber pot!"

"court death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a white figure, astonishing as a fog, jumped up from the crowd and roared at him.

The man was still in the air, with a knife several feet long, with a huge sword aura mixed with snow in his blood, and he had already slashed at Zhang Chu with the momentum of Mount Tai.

Zhang Chu raised his eyes without blinking his eyelids.

The next second, Jingyun was unsheathed.

A fire flashed by.

Most of the people present were almost unable to see how Zhang Chu used the knife.

"Clam."

"Bang."

The sound of the shocking clouds returning to the sheath and the low roar sounded at the same time.

The turbulent wind rolled up the bamboo leaves and flew all over the sky.

Qingshouma took two steps back and sniffled in discomfort, even if he had removed the force of the recoil.

The person who rushed towards Zhang Chu was like a baseball, flying backwards faster than when he rushed out, and smashed heavily into the sword formation of Hehuan Gate, and smashed several Zhang Kai on the spot.

He tried to catch his disciple of Hehuan Sect with both hands.

"puff."

The overwhelmed disciple of the Hehuan Sect only felt like he was hit by a running horse in the chest. When his throat was sweet, a mouthful of blood was spewed out.

The middle-aged man in white robe who hit them closed his mouth tightly and looked at Zhang Chu with horror.

He tried to get up with a knife, but as soon as he straightened his chest, the blood and energy in his body suddenly ran away.

"puff."

Finally, he couldn't hold it back, and he raised his head and spurted out a blood column several feet long, and collapsed weakly on the ground.

I can only say that the seventh grade is the seventh grade.

Even vomiting blood is different from that of ordinary people.

"Junior Brother Gou!"

Seeing this, the other four middle-aged men in white robes exclaimed in shock, and hurriedly squeezed from the crowd to the side of the middle-aged man in white robes and helped him up.

"The leader of the gang is mighty!"

Their exclamations reminded the Taipinghui Gang members who were surrounded by Zhang Chu.

They raised their swords excitedly and shouted, cheering for their gang leader.

But they were dedicated to supporting their gang leader, but they didn't know that keeping silence at this time was the best way to set off their gang leader Niu Bi.

Of course, this is also because these guys don’t know anything.

I don’t know how shocking the sword of their gang leader was!

On the other side of the Hehuan Gate, it was very cooperative and silent.

The Hehuan Sect Miscellaneous Fish who couldn't understand Zhang Chu's sword translated the thoughts in four words: Damn, awesome!

And the eighth-grade and seventh-grade masters who can understand this sword trick just want to pick out their eyes, wipe them, put them back, and take a look again.

Seventh grade?

Kill in one blow?

Zhang Chu, are you afraid that it wasn’t Qi Hai Dahao pretending?

Who doesn’t know that Zhang Chu was just an eighth rank in the world of Beiyin County?

The eighth grade that can kill the seventh grade is still the eighth grade!

Even if you break through and get a seventh grade, you won’t be able to seriously hurt a master of the same grade with just one knife, right?

This seventh grade is not a wild way to learn...

Little did he know that Zhang Chu was also surprised.

Of course he was not surprised how he could seriously injure this unknown seventh-grade master with one knife.

He was surprised that this seventh-grade master could not die if he took him a knife?

He is not pretending to be a comparison.

But there is self-knowledge.

The knife he just now seemed to be just a simple trick.

But in essence, he had used 40% of his blood and energy... In a hurry, he could only mobilize so much blood and energy.

With the degree of the aura in his blood and energy, and with the 40% blood and energy, he thought to himself that even if he practices the seventh grade of the marrow, he could still slash with one knife.

However, since he failed to kill this seventh grade who was ignorant of life and death with this knife, it only means that he has also practiced a certain kind of high-transformation training seventh grade similar to "Iron Bone Power"!

Zhang Chu recalled the starting move of this seventh-grade master when he attacked him, and found that he looked familiar.

But he recalled it carefully for a while, but still couldn't remember what kind of sword technique this was.

If you can’t recall it, you won’t remember it!

He captured one person and tortured him. He could even know whether he had peeked at the aunt next door taking a bath when he was a child!

He had a cruel and bloody idea in his heart, but a faint smile appeared on his face: "President Bai, how are you thinking? I have helped you solve one, with your Hehuan Sect's strength, solve it

The remaining four are easy to deal with!”

His gentle words were like the devil's murmur that lured the world into purgatory forever.
To be continued...