At the beginning of Niujia Village, my sister-in-law and I depended on each other.

Could it be a Shaolin monk?
Some people thought of the news that four evil men broke into Shaolin Temple at night two days ago.

However, this idea was quickly rejected. The Shaolin Sect has always been compassionate and would never take someone's life, even if it was a villain like Duan Yanqing.

Xujiaji is the only way to Juxianzhuang, and as the Heroes Conference is to be held tomorrow, most of the restaurants and inns in the town are occupied by heroes from all walks of life.

In just half an incense stick of time, the news spread beyond the inn and throughout the entire Xujiaji.

Suburbs of town.

A dilapidated courtyard is located beside the ancient road leading in and out of the town.

There were many pedestrians and carriages on the road. Some riders came out of Xujiajie and rode away in a cloud of dust, heading towards Juxianzhuang.

After leaving the inn, Niu Dingtian followed Yue Laosan. When they arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he suddenly stopped and looked at the empty yard in front of him thoughtfully.

"Boss! Why are you still hiding? Lord Niu is here. Let's fight that old man for three hundred rounds!"

Seeing that Niu Dingtian did not move, Yue Laosan stroked the back of his head, pinched his waist, stepped into the courtyard, and shouted loudly in an arrogant manner.

As he said this, he grinned and slapped the haystack beside him. The grass immediately flew into the air, revealing his crocodile shears.

Picking up the crocodile-mouth scissors, he put them on his shoulder, jumped onto the wooden ladder, and strode towards the attic in a swagger.

"old……"

"boom!"

Before he could finish his words, the tightly closed door exploded and a dark shadow hit him directly in the chest.

"puff!"

There was a clear and audible sound of bones breaking, and Yue Laosan instantly spurted out a mouthful of blood. He flew backwards along with the black shadow and fell heavily to the ground.

Boss?

Choking on a mouthful of blood, Yue Laosan's eyes widened with anger. He was about to twist the neck of the person in his arms with pain, but his face suddenly changed color with horror.

Who else could the person in his arms, with a pale face and barely breathing, be other than his boss Duan Yanqing?
Before he could react, he heard a sound of breaking through the air, and a black shadow, like an arrow, rushed out from the attic and headed straight for Niu Dingtian who was outside the courtyard gate.

The energy in his body was surging and roaring, like a condensed air mass shooting towards him.

This place is right next to a busy road, so naturally many passers-by from the martial arts world pass by. When they suddenly see this mighty force, they all change color in horror.

"He is Niu Dingtian!"

Someone exclaimed, recognizing Niu Dingtian who was standing on the side of the road with his hands hanging down, staring intently.

In a trance, everyone only felt two water-like waves over a meter wide touching each other in an instant. The next moment, Niu Dingtian and the attacking man were like phantoms, floating up and sweeping back in the air.

Below, in the calm and quiet, ripples flickered around the courtyard gate, like a pool of spring water.

Afterwards, the spring water suddenly changed, its power increased dramatically, and it exploded with an endless momentum like a flood!

"boom!"

The gate of the courtyard shattered in an instant, and countless fragments flew in all directions and shot towards the crowd, causing a scream.

Great!

Under the impact of the air wave, Niu Dingtian pulled back and landed on the top of a pole next to a roadside tavern.

The burly man in black snorted coldly and landed steadily on the eaves of the attic behind him. The two men stood there from a distance, staring at each other.

In Niu Dingtian's opinion, the number of people who can force him to deal with them with all his strength is definitely no more than two hands.

Although the black-clothed man who suddenly attacked only fought with him for one move, his strength was undoubtedly revealed and was definitely not inferior to Murong Bo!

"Seventy-two unique skills."

Niu Dingtian suddenly spoke.

He was extremely sensitive to the martial arts he had practiced and vaguely sensed a familiar aura.

"It seems to be..." Glancing at Duan Yanqing who was dying on the ground, Niu Dingtian seemed to remember something and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly rushed out like green smoke, and reached a distance of more than ten feet in an instant. His clothes fluttered, and the strong energy in his body made the copper bells on the eaves buzz.

"boom!"

The man in black moved his fingers as fast as the wind, and the energy from the two men's fingertips collided in an instant.

"The Formless Tribulation Finger?"

Feeling the rubble crumbling beneath his feet, a hoarse voice came from under the black-clothed man's mask. With cold eyes in surprise, his palms overlapped like lotus, which was the starting posture of the Vajra Fist.

"How dare you, son of a bitch, hurt my boss!"

At this moment, Yue Laosan suddenly stood up, yelling angrily, and picked up the crocodile shears to attack the black-clothed man's lower body.

The man in black tapped his toes lightly and rose into the air on the scissors. His sleeves swelled like a bat in mid-air and he punched Niu Dingtian.

Niu Dingtian snorted coldly. If nothing unexpected happened, he had probably guessed the identity of this person. While practicing his profound skills, he decisively used his divine claws to meet the attack.

"Such an icy inner force!"

Yue Lao San was unable to join in the fierce fight between the two. Every time he rushed forward with the scissors, his moves missed. Seeing the snow-white cold air emitted by the claw shadows, all the onlookers changed color.

Hearing the noise, more and more people gathered on the road. The fight between the two became more and more intense. Every move and every style was as fierce as a dragon and as fast as lightning, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Xu~"

The fierce battle lasted only a moment when the sound of hurried horse hooves was suddenly heard in the distance. More than ten riders quickly pulled the reins and rushed forward, rushing through the crowd of onlookers in a very brutal manner.

These dozen people were all young women, each wearing a green cloak with a black eagle embroidered on the brocade on the chest.

The woman in the lead had a pretty face, but there was a murderous look between her eyebrows.

She took out a portrait from her arms, unfolded it and took a look at it, then looked at the dazzling fighting figures in the distance, and couldn't help frowning.

"Tell me! Is there one of them called Niu Dingtian?"

The woman put away the portrait, suddenly drew the sword from her slender waist, put it directly against the neck of a bystander and shouted.

This man had a rat-like face and eyes, with two spikes hanging from his waist. His eyes were frivolous and fierce, and he was obviously a man of the underworld. But before he could react, a bloody mark appeared on his neck.

"This Holy Envoy is asking you a question!"

While he was in a daze, the woman shouted coldly, and a sword flashed in front of her, leaving another bloody mark on his face.

Blood slowly flowed down his cheek, and the stinging sensation in the warmth made the man freeze in place.

"What a domineering woman!"

Seeing such a strong behavior, there was an uproar around, and even Niu Dingtian and the man in black suddenly stopped after a strong attack.

Unlike the men in black who became more and more frightened as the fight went on and gradually considered retreating, Niu Dingtian was attracted by the attires of these women.

The vulture on the brocade on the chest is undoubtedly hinting at something.

“Yes…yes…”

"He...he is Niu Dingtian!"

The hostage-taking man came to his senses, swallowed hard, raised his hand and pointed with a trembling voice.

"Snapped!"

The woman raised her sword and swung it, hitting him hard in the face with the blade.

Then he made a sword flower, put away his sword, and his eyes, like the cold water of the Star Pond, stared coldly at the black figure in the distance.

"The Holy Envoy of the Lingjiu Palace, the disciple of the Child-like Grandma of Tianshan, Fu Minyi."

After a pause, he said coldly:
"Niu Dingtian, let me ask you, was it you who cut off the right hand of Situ Kong from the Shennong Gang?" (End of this chapter)