For a moment, many thoughts flashed through Bao Long's mind, but no matter which one, they made him panic. The governor of Changshan County was a god-like existence in Changshan. He was the only master at the pinnacle of martial arts who could move with just one finger.

If you crush him to death, let alone the Five Tigers of Nancheng, even the other major families combined will not dare to offend the Lord Sheriff.

Just when Bao Long was sweating, Zilong asked: "What do you want to do with me all the time here?"

"No... Mr. Long, you misunderstood. I was worried about your safety, so I followed you all the way. Now that I'm sure you're fine, I feel relieved and say goodbye!"

Bao Long swallowed, trembling and wanted to retreat. He didn't know what the relationship between the young man in front of him and the county guard was, but he was sure that it must be a close relationship. Because everyone in Changshan County knew that Chilong only recognized the county guard, even the county guard.

Even his son couldn't ride. Thinking of this, Bao Long broke into a cold sweat again. Could it be that the man in front of him was closer to the county governor than his son?

"Did I let you go?"

"Master Long has given orders, but Bao Long dare not disobey!"

"Now that you're here, play a few tricks with me. If you beat me, you can leave."

"Young master, you are joking. I am no match for you."

"Haha, when did the master of the ninth level become so humble? Look at the moves!" Zilong said, charging forward with a lunge, punching out like a heavy hammer, howling and blowing the wind, making Bao Long feel his muscles tense instantly, and he couldn't help but do it.

Get defensive.

"Master, if you have something to say!" Bao Long naturally wouldn't think that he couldn't beat Zilong. The ninth level of shocking transformation is four more realms than the fifth level of shocking transformation. Beating him would be like a joke. The problem is that he can't beat him.

I can’t afford to offend!

"Bang!" Bao Long crossed his arms and received Zilong's punch forcefully. He felt his arms were numb and his blood was boiling. It was obvious that the opponent did not hold back this move.

"Young Master, I am willing to apologize and please stop!"

"I said, if you beat me, you can leave!"

Bao Long saw that Zilong's moves were fierce and did not seem like a joke, so he had to say: "Master, that offends you!"

Bao Long was famous for his iron fist, and what he was least afraid of was this kind of head-on fight.

"Master, be careful!" Bao Long used his strength to knock Zilong down with one punch so that he could retreat.

"Bang!" There was another iron fist collision, but the result surprised Bao Long. He used six points of strength. Not only did he fail to repel Zilong, but he was knocked back several steps, humiliating himself.

"Good boxing skills, come again!" This time, Bao Long used eight points of strength, but the result was the same.

"Use all your strength. With this little strength, don't call us the Five Tigers anymore. We'll call them sick cats!"

The clay figurine still had a lot of anger, let alone the bully Bao Long. Hearing these words, he immediately became furious. No longer caring about anything, the spiritual energy in his body flowed rapidly, and a wave of air exploded with his fists.

"Bull punch!" Bao Long roared, and his sandbag-sized fist was covered with a layer of spiritual energy waves, whistling with the wind, so majestic. This bull fist move is common in Changshan County and is suitable for ordinary people and mortals.

A martial artist can reach great success in his training and be able to kill a cow with one punch!

"In the mortal realm, if you only cultivate your body, your skills will fall behind." Zilong once wanted to practice some boxing and palm skills, but the old man rejected him ruthlessly, giving a high-sounding reason: practicing in the mortal realm would be chaotic.

The state of mind, messing up the foundation, messing up the future, all in all do a lot of harm but no good, so Zilong has never learned peerless martial arts, they are all the most direct instinctive moves.

A bull punch with one move was like a bull hitting his face. Zilong's blood boiled and he became more and more excited. This was the fight he wanted!

"I want to see if I can really kill a cow!" Zilong gathered his energy and strength, took a step back and twisted around to start, the muscles on his right arm were moving, without any fancy, he was ready to fight hard.

"Boom!" There was a loud sound, like the collision of iron and stone. Zilong's figure flew five or six meters upside down and almost fell. Although Baolong did not retreat, he was not so relaxed. His arms were shaking, his phalanges were slightly painful, and his eyes could not help but become solemn.

He thought: "Is this the fifth level of shocking transformation..."

"Haha, cool, come again!" Zilong shook his arms, his fingers made a clicking sound, and he rushed over like a bull than Bao Long.

"Master Long, if it hurts for a while, don't cry!"

"If you can make me cry, I will protect you in Nancheng from now on!"

Bao Long felt insulted at first. Although I am the youngest of the five tigers in Nancheng, they are still tigers and need to be protected by you. But when he looked a little further and saw the arrogant and unattractive dragon-blooded beast Red Dragon, he immediately

I feel like this is a gift. Being protected by him means being protected by the county governor. From now on, not to mention Nancheng, the entire Changshan County will still go sideways!

"Come on, let's have a good fight!" Seeing that Zilong was approaching, Bao Long raised his arms and faced him. The two of them punched and kicked each other, and they were evenly matched. It was hard to tell the winner for a while.

On the side, Chilong yawned as he watched. Obviously, this level of play was like a child playing house to him.

"Is Nanhu exhausted?"

"The second form of bull boxing, five bulls collision!" Bao Long was doing his job. He couldn't deal with the five-level shock. How could he survive in the future? So he stepped on the floor and jumped up, waving his right arm in the air.

After five rounds, his momentum increased by one point. At the end of the fifth round, a whirlwind had formed around his fist, and there was a faint sound of a cow mooing, low, thick, and overwhelming.

"Coming!" Zilong's face was solemn, and he did not dare to underestimate the power of this move, but he did not move. Instead, he closed his eyes, as if he was frightened.

"Boy, you're still young!"

Bao Long was getting closer and closer, but Zilong still had no intention of taking action. This made the former feel a little panicked. Could it be that this kid wanted to be hurt by me on purpose, and then used this as an excuse to ask the county guard to deal with me?

Bao Long thought a lot, but it was useless to say anything. He could only hurt himself if he forced his fist back. The bully's motto in life has always been that he would rather betray the world than be betrayed by the world, so he would risk it all!

At this moment, a happy whistling sound suddenly came from Zilong's body, as if the spiritual energy had broken through a bottleneck, making him feel comfortable all over, and mist emitted from his pores.

"Breakthrough?" Bao Long understood clearly. It turned out that this guy wanted to take him as a sparring partner because he wanted to take the opportunity to break through. But even if you break through, what can you do? He is not the sixth level of Shock Transformation. He is still a scumbag in front of the Peak Shock Transformation.

!

"It's great!" Zilong finally opened his eyes, his pupils were shining brightly, and he was full of energy. He exhaled a breath of turbid air, bent his body like a bow, and rotated his fist around his wrist, condensing all his energy into one point in an instant.

"Let's see who wins!"

Finally, the two iron fists collided together again, with a thunderous sound and a blast of air. Chilong chewed the fodder in his mouth and seemed quite satisfied with this move.

"Ah!" A heartbreaking groan of pain came. Neither of them were repelled by this move, but Bao Long's finger bones were broken, his arm was dislocated, and blood kept dripping down his fingers.

"How is it possible!" What was more serious than the physical injury was the mental injury. Bao Long never understood. He tried his best with this punch, which was almost an explosion at the limit of the Jingjing Realm. It was close to ten thousand kilograms of force. How could he be defeated?

In the hands of a person who has been shocked to the sixth level.

"The Shocking Transformation Realm has the strength of ten thousand kilograms. Although I have not reached that extreme and cannot break through the Martial Sect, I still have at least nine thousand five hundred kilograms of strength. You, who are at the sixth level of Shocking Transformation, cannot exceed seven thousand kilograms at most."

With a kilogram of strength, why is the result like this!"

Zilong's arm was numb, and it took him a while to shake before returning to normal. He rubbed his wrist and said, "Who told you that you will win if you are strong? You are doing a cow fist with this move, which is powerful and heavy, but if you use too much force, you will actually win."

It can’t reach 9,500 kilograms at all.”

"Yeah, but..."

"Nothing to worry about. For the sake of helping me break through today, just leave the money bag and you can leave."

"Why keep the money bag?"

"It's okay if you don't want to stay."

"Puff!" At this time, the red dragon on the side spit out a bunch of snot, and his eyes widened again, making Bao Long swallow unconsciously, and then he remembered where he was.

"Of course I want to keep it. I originally wanted to use it to honor Mr. Long!" Bao Long immediately took off the purse and handed it to Zilong with a heartache, saying: "By the way, Mr. Long, please pay tribute to you for me.

Say hello to my master, the Five Tigers of Nancheng have always respected him very much!"

Zilong didn't understand and asked doubtfully: "My master?"

"Of course it's the Sheriff. Young Master Long is so heroic at a young age. He must have been personally taught by the Sheriff. Don't worry, Young Master, I will definitely keep this matter secret!"

Zilong's eyelids rolled up under the mask. He didn't know whether to be happy or worried, and said: "Don't make random guesses. In short, I don't want anyone else to know about me and what happened today."

"Don't worry, young master, I, Bao Long, keep my mouth shut. Besides, I wouldn't dare to say it!"

"A wise person will always live a long time. Go ahead and pretend you have never been here. I will go to the Nancheng Arena in two days. Now that you know my strength, do you know how to place your bets in the future?"

Bao Long's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that the opportunity to make a fortune was right in front of him. The gambling market in the Nancheng Arena was not just for them, but for other people. If the next big event was successful, the profits would be huge.

As he was thinking about it, Bao Long suddenly laughed and his arm no longer hurt. At this moment, something flew towards him. He subconsciously grabbed it and took a look. Wasn't this the money bag he had just thrown out? Why was it still heavy?

Some?

"Master, what are you doing?"

"It's not convenient for me to place a bet. Please help me place the bet. There are ten thousand taels in it. I hope to get ten times the profit!"

"Don't worry, young master, it won't be a problem tenfold. Just wait for my good news!"


Chapter completed!