"Third junior sister, be careful!"

At this time, a figure suddenly rushed out from the white mist, holding a dagger, aiming at Su Hui's vitals and stabbing directly.

There was a trace of determination in the man's eyes, as if he had no regard for his own life or death.

He only had Su Hui in his eyes, and had only one thought in his mind: kill her!

Su Hui only felt that his vision was blurry, and the white mist was interfering with his vision.

She knew someone was rushing toward her, but she couldn't see the person's movements.

In desperation, she had no choice but to take six plum steps and quickly adjust her position.

Whoosh!

Her figure flashed, causing the person who was rushing toward her to jump away.

Su Hui's footwork is second only to Xu Sanpang. Although her endurance may not be as good as Xu Sanpang's, her explosive power can still rival Xu Sanpang's.

Just when the white mist was about to dissipate, Su Hui spotted the man and was about to draw his sword.

Suddenly someone said: "Keep alive!"

Hearing this, Su Hui moved her feet and shook a sword flower in her hand. Four plum blossoms suddenly appeared in the air and floated towards the man's hands and feet.

Poof!

The man screamed, and a burst of blood mist erupted from his wrists and ankles. He instantly lost his resistance and fell to the ground, twitching continuously.

"Master."

Su Hui saw the person coming, put away the sword in her hand, and saluted Zhang Chuyao. She saw that Zhang Chuyao was holding a person in his hand at this time. That person was the person who just threw the 'smoke bomb'.

He was just about to escape under the cover of Bai Wu and his companions, but who knew he was caught by Zhang Chuyao.

But at this time, his face was dark, his eyeballs were white, and there was a trace of black blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. He seemed to have died from poisoning.

Zhang Chuyao threw the man to the ground, took a look at the man lying at Su Hui's feet with his limbs broken, and then walked quickly in the direction of Zhongli.

At this time, Zhongli had no idea how many cuts he had received on his body. His arms and chest were covered in large areas of blood and flesh, and his breath was extremely weak.

Zhang Chuyao quickly converted all the strong internal energy in his body into the internal energy of Changchun Kung, and then sent it continuously towards Zhongli's body.

"Master, how is he?"

Zhang Chuyao frowned and said, "He lost too much blood and passed out."

"What should we do?"

"Third Fatty, take him back to the martial arts gym first, apply a layer of my homemade gold sore medicine on him, and then let Liu Que take a look at him."

The golden sore medicine was made by Zhang Chuyao when his apprentice was bored in martial arts practice. The medicine is much more effective than the ordinary medicines on the market, and it is a rare product.

After all, with the strength of an eighth-grade doctor here, it is still easy to casually create some simple golden sore medicine.

"It's Master."

Xu Sanpang hurriedly ran over, gently picked up the injured Zhongli, lifted his feet slightly, and climbed onto the wall next to him. Then he kept jumping on the wall and roof in three or two steps, facing the world in a straight line.

Run in the direction of the martial arts school.

"Master, what should they do?" Seeing that Xu Sanpang had left, Su Hui pointed to the four people on the ground and asked.

Zhang Chuyao walked up to the man whose hands and feet were severed and asked, "Who are you?"

"Haha." The man laughed twice and did not answer. He only said: "Kill or behead me, it's up to you. Anyway, the young master will help us take revenge!"

"Oh? Really?"

Zhang Chuyao's face turned cold, he pinched his sword fingers, and a sword energy emerged from his fingertips, like a plum blossom blooming, and he pointed towards the man's head.

Poof!

Red and white, the man lost his life instantly.

Su Yimu followed Su Yimu and walked to the side. At this time, he was hit by Xu Sanpang's poison dart, but he was still breathing and conscious.

He asked slowly: "Who are you? Who is your young master?"

"Master, he wants to commit suicide!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Chuyao's face instantly turned dark, and Zhang Chuyao died without even having time to stop him.

Zhang Chuyao looked at the four corpses lying in the alley in silence. These people seemed not to be afraid of death at all. They seemed to be unusual.

And the young master they are talking about is not simple at all.

After all, it is not a simple character to have a group of subordinates who can commit suicide by taking poison.

This group of people can be tough.

This made Zhang Chuyao's heart sink.

"Master, they are all dead."

Zhang Chuyao was silent for a moment and said: "I know that these people have poison in their mouths. They seem to be a group of dead soldiers."

"Death warrior?"

Su Hui was surprised and seemed to be a little sensitive to this word.

"Are they also here for Senior Brother?"

Zhang Chuyao said: "Maybe, but don't tell your senior brother about Zhongli yet, you know?"

Su Hui nodded, "I understand, Master."

Zhang Chuyao suddenly sighed, "It seems that it will be difficult for martial arts schools in the world to stabilize in the future."

Su Hui didn't answer. She seemed to have something on her mind. She stared at the corpses lying on the ground and didn't know what she was thinking.

"Let's go back first."

"Um."

…

…

Martial arts hall in the world.

Due to Zhang Chuyao and Ruan Wu's thunderous methods, those with evil intentions also knew the attitude of Tianxia Martial Arts School. After that day, few people came to make trouble outside the gates of Tianxia Martial Arts School.

After about ten years, a large number of people from other places gathered in Old Dragon City, so there were people making trouble every day. Fights, contests, assassinations and other things happened in an endless stream.

Nowadays, everyone in Laolong City is in danger from these quacks.

The city lord Ling Wushuang would bring his personal guards to maintain law and order every day. He also arrested a lot of people in the world. As for some people who went too far, he also arrested a few people and beheaded them in public for demonstration.

This stopped those people in the world from being too arrogant.

Even so, those people in the world just don't dare to be arrogant and domineering openly, secretly they are still doing vendettas, fights and other petty things.

Over the past few days, City Lord Ling Wushuang has been working hard day and night, and even though he is an innate master, he is about to be unable to hold on any longer.

In the morning of this day, Ling Wan'er came to Tianxia Martial Arts Hall again, found Zhang Chuyao who was lying on the recliner and was sleeping, and asked:

"Teacher, my father came to me to ask for your help."

"Oh?" Zhang Chuyao raised his eyelids and asked, "What's the matter?"

"That's it..."

Next, Ling Wan'er told how chaotic the forces in Old Dragon City were now and how difficult it was to manage those Jianghu people. The city lord Ling Wushuang was extremely busy trying to manage these Jianghu people, and there was never enough manpower, so he hoped that the world would

The martial arts gym can send some manpower to assist with management.

"That's it."

Zhang Chuyao didn't hesitate and agreed immediately.

"Your Majesty, the City Lord, will always help us whenever our Tianxia Martial Arts School encounters a crisis. Our Tianxia Martial Arts School is not the kind of person who appreciates kindness without repaying it. Don't worry, of course we are willing to share the worries of the City Lord, but you also know

, Apart from me, the master, there are only five disciples in the world's martial arts schools who can handle it."

"The teacher's five disciples are much stronger than the lieutenants under my father. Moreover, our city lord's palace has asked the three major martial arts schools to send some disciples to help manage public security in the city."

Zhang Chuyao thought for a moment, "People from the three major martial arts schools also participated?"

"Yes."

Zhang Chuyao nodded without saying anything, so he called all the disciples who were practicing martial arts next to the martial arts arena. Yu Xiaotian stood in the front, Zhong Li stood at the back, and none of the disciples spoke.

At this time, Zhongli had been treated and his injuries were almost healed.

Moreover, the Changchun Kung Fu passed on to him by Zhang Chuyao was originally a technique that could heal injuries, so he still looked a little weak at this time, but he was no longer seriously injured.

Otherwise Zhang Chuyao would not have let him come to practice morning classes.

"That's right, the city lord needs our help."

So Zhang Chuyao told the disciples the Lord's request.

"Do you have any comments?"
To be continued...