The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 125 Crisis
Qin Zhiming shook the cloth bag around his waist.

"What does the incense ash on the Bishuixian altar taste like? Is it better than the incense ash on the Dragon King's altar?"

With a click, Fan Jiu restored the bent neck.

"Luckily I came here tonight. If it were anyone else, I'm afraid they would be dead by now."

Qin Zhiming frowned:
"Others? What's going on? Who told you to attack the Fanhai Gang?
Tell me, and I will spare your life."

Fan Jiu grinned:
"Now, only your Fanhai Gang is safe and sound in the county city. You have the help of the Dragon King, and I also have..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Zhiming, with his hands covered in incense ash, had arrived in front of him.

Fan Jiu was shocked. How could someone attack while others were talking?

He immediately took a step back and kicked Qin Zhiming with his knee.

Qin Zhiming neither retreated nor avoided, but took the attack with his abdomen.

While spitting out blood, he grabbed the attacking right leg with both hands.

Bang! Qin Zhiming used Fan Jiu as a sledgehammer and smashed him to the ground.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
One hit, two hits, three hits, and Fan Jiu's skin and flesh trembled all over.

"Enough!" Fan Jiu smashed down from the air to the ground again, and suddenly spat out a "nail" from his mouth.

The "nail" was extremely fast and went straight through Qin Zhiming's right shoulder and flew into the night.

Qin Zhiming let go in pain and took a few steps back.

"careful!"

The whistling and shouting in my ears came one after another.

Qin Zhiming decisively leaned over and got close to the ground like a toad.

Whoosh! The "nail" almost went through his head.

Qin Zhiming was stunned looking at the "nail" floating in front of him.

That was not a "nail", but a small four-winged bird with a sharp white beak.

The bird is as big as a palm, and its head is a sharp beak, which is more like a four-edged spear head than a beak.

The bird behind the gun tip has no feathers, and its four flapping fleshy wings look like the wings of a bat.

"Hehehe, I made my son look like this just for tonight."

Fan Jiu let out a strange laugh and slowly stood up.

"Die!" With an angry shout, the gunbird rushed towards Qin Zhiming.

The gunbird in front of me was getting bigger and bigger, and I saw its four wings retracted into the bird's body, like a handle connected to the head of a gun.

At this moment, the gunbird was like a pistol thrown by someone, about to pierce Qin Zhiming's head.

Fortunately, he leaned back and bent down in time to avoid the attack.

The gunbird shuttled back and forth beside Qin Zhiming, causing him to move constantly.

Even so, more and more bloodstains appeared on his body.

At this time, Fan Jiu, who had almost recovered, joined the battle.

The situation reversed in an instant, and it was Qin Zhiming's turn to retreat repeatedly.

He wanted to use the same old trick again, using incense ash.

Unexpectedly, the continuous attack from Fan Jiu and Gun Bird did not give him any time to reach the cloth bag.

Just as Qin Zhiming was blocking and taking a breath, preparing to use his killing move again.

Ding! The flying gunbird was knocked off course by a sudden long needle, causing its flight trajectory to deviate.

"Brother Tiger! Don't worry about the bird! Just attack!"

As a martial artist who is proficient in hidden weapons, Du Xue has used hidden weapons to hit countless things.

Those things are fast and slow.

Therefore, it was not difficult for her to hit the gunbird.

Although the long needle cannot hurt the gunbird, it can change its trajectory through the force of the impact.

Based on this alone, Du Xue was confident that the gunbird could not touch Qin Zhiming.

Sure enough, as Du Xue moved quickly around Qin Zhiming and threw long needles, there were no more blood marks on his body.

This also freed Qin Zhiming up to attack Fan Jiu.

Boom boom boom.

Fan Jiu, who was hit three times by Qin Zhiming's heavy punches, glared at Du Xue.

He was just about to rush over and deal with her.

"return!"

Qin Zhiming stood in front of Fan Jiu, reached into the cloth bag at his waist, grabbed the incense ash inside and threw it out.

Seeing the incense ash, Fan Jiu showed fear on his face, kicked the ground with his legs, and took several steps back.

Qin Zhiming took advantage of the victory and rushed into the white mist formed by incense ash in front of him, blasting out fist shadows like a storm.

The fists stained with incense ash hit Fan Jiu, who was protecting his head with his arms, in great pain. He was invulnerable to swords and spears, and had infinite strength, but he could not use any of them.

Bang bang bang.

A series of muffled sounds broke Fan Jiu's arms apart.

Qin Zhiming followed Fan Jiu who was retreating. When he saw Fan Jiu open his arms, he immediately raised his right fist, opened it like a bow, and punched out.

Bang! Fan Jiu's neck was hit and bent again, and his body rolled on the ground several times.

"Wait! I surrender! I'm willing to tell you everything I know!"

Without time to get up, he half-knelt on the ground, stretched out his palms and shook them continuously, as if trying to make Qin Zhiming stop approaching.

Hearing this, Qin Zhiming paused and was about to speak.

Fan Jiu gave a sinister smile and suddenly put his hands together.

At the same time, the gunbird that collided with the long needle behind Qin Zhiming rushed towards him again.

The difference this time was that the bird's body broke apart while flying, turning into blood and shooting out backwards.

Along with the gushing blood, the speed of the gunbird suddenly increased, so fast that even Du Xue couldn't see it, let alone block it with a long needle.

Du Xue's face changed drastically: "Tiger..."

Bang! Whoosh! There was an explosion and a shriek.

The surrounding flames flickered violently due to the small shock waves generated by the gunbird's acceleration.

Qin Zhiming, who was standing sideways, grinned as the person in front of him fell.

Fan Jiu, with a shocked expression on his face, fell to the ground on his back.

His eyes widened and a bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows.

After a moment, Qin Zhiming and Du Xue looked at each other while staring at the motionless corpse.

Then, Qin Zhiming took out a cloth bag, poured out a handful of incense ash, and poked it into the abdomen of the corpse.

Swish! A black gas rose from the abdomen and then gradually dissipated.

Seeing the still unresponsive corpse, Qin Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, many people's shouts were heard behind him.

"Are you okay?" "Is it resolved?" "What's the situation?"

Qin Zhiming turned around and nodded to the crowd that swarmed over.

In an instant, everyone cheered the name of the fierce tiger.

Soon, Jiang Yuan, wearing iron armor, led the Fanhai Gang to this place.

He glanced at Fan Jiu's body on the ground, then stepped forward excitedly, bowed and clasped his fists to Qin Zhiming.

“As soon as the zombies fell, I knew that you, Brother Tiger, had succeeded.

On behalf of the people of Yongan Street, thank you!!”

Having said that, Jiang Yuan was about to kneel down when Qin Zhiming held him up with both hands.

"Brother Jiang! You're welcome! The Fanhai Gang is one family, and we don't talk about these things."

After Qin Zhiming finished speaking, he turned his head and looked around.

"Find a few people! Throw the body into the ruins nearby and burn it! To avoid any trouble!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone rushed forward, lifted up Fan Jiu's body, and threw it into the burning ruins nearby.

Not only that, many people also picked up oil bags and threw them into the fire, fearing that the bodies would not be completely burned.

When the oil and fire collided, the fire grew larger and completely covered the ruins.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuan smiled and reminded everyone.

"Don't throw it away, be careful not to burn down Yong'an Street."

Afterwards, Qin Zhiming sat on the chair brought by the gang members and let the doctor of Shiquan Hall treat his injuries.

As he watched his fellow gang members carrying corpses and filling holes, he couldn't help but think of his brothers on Changxing Street.

There were no warning fireworks on Changxing Street. I guess adopting the orphans was the right decision.

From previous signs, it is clear that immortals care a lot about people’s beliefs.

That's why Qin Zhiming adopted so many children and ordered them to pray day and night, hoping to use this strategy to find out whether his guess was correct.

It seems that he guessed correctly. Mr. Hong likes the devout believers he created, which also saved Changxing Street from disaster tonight.

I just don’t know how long this situation can last?

Thinking of this, Qin Zhiming felt that the crisis was temporarily resolved and prepared to use gestures to withdraw his secretly hidden backup plan.

He ignored the doctor's advice and just stood up.

From a distance, several people shouted in fear.

"monster!"

(End of this chapter)