Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 19: Words are useless? Lion's Roar!
Gululu——

Crunch——

On the path at the foot of the mountain, a horse-drawn carriage with the flag of Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang moved slowly forward, followed by a series of carts loaded with large boxes. Many farmers were holding sticks or farm tools, pretending to protect the carts.

Only strong servants were qualified to hold swords and knives, staring at the farmers with a fierce look, fearing that any of them would escape and bring accountability from the master.

——Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang is an influential force that has been passed down for nearly a hundred years. Although there are not many masters, there are still servants to show off.

They are just right to watch over the farmers to prevent anyone from running away with the money.

Naturally, Zhang Kuang, Daiqisi, Yin Li, and Zhu Jiuzhen were in the carriage, and Wu Qingying took the initiative to take on the task of driving.

Compared to Zhu Jiuzhen, who is only interested in entertaining people with her beauty, Wu Qingying is trying her best to show her role - she can help Zhang Kuang deal with trivial matters as perfectly as possible, saving him a lot of trouble.

This is also the reason why Zhang Kuang only needs to deepen his understanding with Daiqisi and Zhu Jiuzhen along the way and does not need to worry about things outside.

However, when we arrived at the foot of Minghe Peak, the smooth but boring journey was finally forced to be interrupted.

The carriage and the convoy walked quite a distance down to the foot of Minghe Peak before they discovered a fallen tree in front of them. A man, holding a large flag and a golden sword, was sitting on the tree trunk, staring at the carriage with burning eyes.

Bang!
There was a sudden loud noise from the direction the convoy came from. A tree fell down, blocking the retreat route. Smoke and dust rose in all directions. Suddenly, many people appeared from all directions, each holding a large flag, which scared many farmers.

Wu Qingying jumped off the carriage and saluted the man holding the large banner. She said respectfully, "Wu Qingying, a descendant of the Wu family of Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang, greets you all. My master wishes to pass through to Guangmingding to join the Ming Cult. Please make it easier for me. I'll have a generous gift for him once the carriage passes."

"Who is Wu Lie to you?"

When Hu Lie heard Wu Qingying's name, his eyes widened immediately, and he stood up angrily, his voice as loud as a broken gong.

"It's my father. I dare to ask your name." Wu Qingying noticed that the other party was in a bad mood, and immediately began to think in her mind whether her father had offended this man in some way.

Hu Lie laughed out loud with anger, veins throbbing on his forehead. He poked three holes in the ground with the long flag in his hand, "I am Hu Lie, the deputy flag bearer of the Ming Cult's Fiery Flag!"

Wu Qingying: "Ah?"

"Dad always said that he and Hu Lie, the deputy leader of the Fiery Banner, were close friends. Why doesn't that seem to be the case?"

She hesitated for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at the motionless carriage from the corner of her eye. Her heart instantly calmed down as if she had been given a tranquilizer, and a smile appeared on her face. "So it's Uncle Hu in person. Your niece is here to greet you."

"When I was at home, I often heard my father mention Uncle Hu, saying that he was a first-class hero in the world. Whenever he talked about his friendship with Uncle Hu, he was always excited and wanted to accompany it with good wine."

"It's a pity that Qingying has been at home for so long and has no chance to meet Uncle. Now that I see him, I know what my father said is true. Uncle is indeed a first-class hero!"

Hu Lie was so happy with Wu Qingying's words that all his anger disappeared. He laughed heartily, "Did your father really say that to me?"

Wu Qingying breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly, saying, "What Qingying said is absolutely true."

"You fart!"

Wow!

Hu Lie's expression changed like turning a page of a book. His smiling face instantly turned into a look of anger. He cursed loudly while waving the big flag in his hand, and a wave of air hit Wu Qingying. He kept saying:

"If your father really thought highly of me, why did he invite everyone but me?"

Wu Qingying's martial arts were all inherited from Wu Lie, but unfortunately her talent was mediocre, she was young, and she had no luck, so her martial arts skills could not be considered high.

So her eyes suddenly blurred and the flag appeared before her eyes.

The flaming flag, coiled on the flagpole like a giant spear, came crashing down with such force that Wu Qingying was frightened by the momentum. She felt timid and her strength in her hands suddenly weakened. She couldn't help but stumble backwards. Snap!
One hand passed over Wu Qingying's shoulder from behind and steadily caught Hu Lie's flagpole, while the other hand hugged Wu Qingying and held her in his arms.

If it wasn't Zhang Kuang who took action, then who else could it be?

"Good boy! You have good martial arts skills and strong strength too! If you are willing to join my Fiery Flag, I will make you a team leader." Hu Lie was shocked to see the young man coming out of the carriage and standing next to Wu Qingying in just a moment, and was able to catch his gun steadily with one hand. He quickly spoke to save the atmosphere and buy time for himself.

Normal people, even if they are hostile, will either mock or maintain their composure and respond to the other party's solicitation.

But Zhang Kuang was always arrogant and didn't regard Hu Lie as a human being at all. How could he lower himself to talk to a dead person?

Zhang Kuang's five fingers holding the flagpole suddenly tightened, and the flagpole forged from fine iron was immediately pinched with a palm mark and twisted in Zhang Kuang's palm.

Hu Lie had been thinking of abandoning his gun and running away, but when he saw this scene, he was so frightened that his whole soul left him. He let go of his gun and ran away, shouting:

"This idea is tricky! Help quickly!"

"Fire arrows!"

At the same time, Xin Ran's orders were heard halfway up the slope, and he ordered his men to shoot arrows in an attempt to stop Zhang Kuang from chasing Hu Lie.

However, the ideas are rich and the reality is very skinny.

Zhang Kuang took a step forward and jumped behind Hu Lie. He grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him up.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
The sound of arrows rang out.

Zhang Kuang used Hu Lie as a shield to block in front of him. He stepped heavily, splashing flying soil and leaving footprints. At the same time, his figure quickly leaped out, passed through the first round of volleys, and closed the distance with Xin Ran.

Seeing Zhang Kuang's response, Xin Ran was also in awe. He raised his hand and waved, saying, "Swordsmen, second team, roll up your guns!"

The former fought in close combat, while the latter stood in the gap behind the first row, holding a gun on a flagpole in his hand, staring at Zhang Kuang's figure, ready to poke him into a hornet's nest as soon as the order came.

No idea!
Zhang Kuang lifted up the dead Hu Lie with both hands, threw him like a ball of embroidery, and smashed him directly into the formation!

Xin Ran's face changed, he took a deep breath, and while holding the iron spear in his hand, he was ready to give orders to stop Zhang Kuang.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Kuang had already stopped on his own.

Xin Ran didn't feel relieved at all. Instead, he felt terrified. Cold sweat broke out on his back, and a voice in his head seemed to be screaming frantically, "Run! Run!!"

why?
Xin Ran ran away, still thinking while giving the order to retreat.

But next second.

Zhang Kuang stood still, inhaled a breath into his lungs through his nasal cavity, and the true energy gathered in his throat and tongue. He opened his mouth and let out a long roar.

The long roar was like a dragon roaring in the sky, a tiger roaring in the valley, and the rolling waves of sound climbed up along the hillside, like a dragon rolling on the wall, and instantly caught up with Xin Ran and a group of people from the Fiery Flag Sect.

"what!!!"

Many of the sect members had little power and started bleeding from all seven orifices. They screamed in agony and rolled down the slope without a sound.

Even though Xin Ran had considerable internal strength, he felt dizzy at this moment, as if someone had hit his head with a sledgehammer. He shouted, "It hurts so much!" Then his eyes bulged out, blood spurted out, and he fell headfirst down the slope.

Such a magical skill was actually passed down to Zhang Wuji by Xie Xun, and now it has fallen into the hands of Zhang Wuji with his Lion Roar Skill!
(End of this chapter)