The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 118
Wherever Zan Long passed, there was unrestrained energy, the wind howled, and even the lights on the top of the villa were constantly creaking and flickering, as if falling down at any time.

In the strong wind, Han Bing swayed and couldn't stand stably. Almost instantly, as if a heavy fist hit his chest, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body flew away behind him.

Gao Fei, who was at the dining table, was even more unbearable. In the strong wind, he fell to the ground. After rolling several times in a row, he hit the wall of the villa before stopping.

His face was pale, with blood on the corner of his mouth, his back was leaning against the wall, and with deep terror in his eyes, he looked at Zan Long who was smashing with a short stick.

This person's martial arts cultivation is beyond his imagination, and he has never met him head-on.

Only at this moment, Lin Yang's hair fluttered and his clothes fluttered in the strong wind, without any fluctuation on his face.

He looked at the rushing Zanlong, with a strange light in his eyes.

The energy in Zanlong's body is comparable to that of Wu Donglai. It should already be the peak of martial arts dark energy, and he has stepped into the martial arts transformation energy with one foot.

And those strong winds are not ordinary storms, but the strong winds formed after the energy in Zanlong's body shoots out from the pores of his body. It is very powerful, comparable to Chen Kung Fu's blow.

However, to Lin Yang, who was already in the condensed state, these strong winds were like spring breeze blowing on his face, without any threat at all.

He sat firmly on the chair, and when Zanlong was holding a short stick, looking fierce, the light in his eyes became colder and colder as he got closer and closer.

He was about to raise his hand and kill him with one blow.

Suddenly, Lin Yang raised his head and looked outside the door of the villa.

Zan Long, who was holding a short stick, was much slower than Lin Yang.

However, he still felt something, his face suddenly became sullen and tangled, and resentment appeared in his eyes.

In the end, in the flash of lightning, he seemed to have a battle between heaven and man in his mind. He gritted his teeth fiercely, and when he was only one meter away from the dining table, his body sank suddenly. With a twist on the ground, he held the short stick, swung it vigorously, and shot back backwards.

But at this moment, outside the villa, a figure, with a Tang saber in his hand, turned into a ray of cold light, and rushed in from the entrance of the villa.

If Zan Long didn't turn around, let alone whether he could smash Lin Yang to death with a short stick, this Tang Dao would definitely hit him in the back.

"Keng!"

Tang Daozhi.

The short stick that Zan Long swung turned around directly collided with Tang Dao, sparks flew, and his energy radiated.

The sofa not far from them was torn apart by the violent collision of the two weapons.

Even on the floor of the villa, under the feet of the two, there were cracks extending one after another, like spider webs, spreading all over the five meters around the two of them.

Almost as soon as they collided, the two separated. After taking five steps each, they stood facing each other, holding their respective weapons in their hands, posing for an attack at any time.

"Who are you? Why stop me?"

Zan Long's eyes were cold, he looked at the man holding Tang Dao, but he felt a little cautious in his heart.

This person's cultivation is comparable to his.

Otherwise, he would never ask this nonsense nonsense, and just keep silent until he kills him with a short stick.

"Assault in my manor, break my rules, and ask who am I?"

The person holding the Tang knife was Zhang Shiping who rushed here after beheading Tan Tongsheng's rebellion.

His gentle face during the day was now full of murderous intent.

In this Jiang province, he has dominated the Jianghu for seven or eight years. Tonight, someone wants to break the established rules. It is tantamount to disobeying his majesty, and blood can only be washed away.

It's just that the man holding a short stick on the opposite side is comparable in strength to him, and it seems difficult to solve it. It would be best if it can be resolved peacefully, otherwise it may not be possible to tell the winner for a long time.

Not to mention life and death.

"You are Zhang Shiping."

Zan Long's eyes were fixed, he had heard about the leader of Huaguojiang Province.

He also had to be careful with his half-step cultivation.

"That's right, it's me."

Zhang Shiping opened his mouth and said coldly: "I advise you, leave my manor as soon as possible, otherwise, you will die forever, you think twice."

As soon as these words came out, Zanlong was a little silent.

Zhang Shiping's strength and reputation made him a little afraid.

However, he must avenge his junior brother Barun's revenge.

Finally, he said in silence: "I'm sorry, the people here killed my junior brother. This revenge must be avenged. If Mr. Zhang Shiping can raise his hand and let me kill the people here, I Zan Long, and even my master Mao Sewang, Thank you all.

I forgot to tell you, Junior Brother Ba Lun is my master's son, and my master is Master Hua Jin. "

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Shiping and let Zhang Shiping make a choice.

Hearing this, Zhang Shiping's eyes suddenly focused.

Huajin Grandmaster?

He knows the horror of Huajin Grandmaster very well, and it is many times stronger than his current half-step Huajin, which is completely different.

If Mauserwang was really alarmed, he might die in a matter of minutes.

This is a very serious matter, and one must be careful, as a careless move could endanger one's life.

Zhang Shiping couldn't help but glance over the three of Lin Yang.

He didn't care about the lives of these three people. They died when they died. In the rivers and lakes of the Jiang Province, there were not many other things, but there were many people, and these three were not lacking.

But his face must be preserved, otherwise, how can he rule the rivers and lakes.

While meditating, Zhang Shiping suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and came up with a method, which can not only save his face, but also allow Zanlong in front of him to take revenge, killing two birds with one stone.

"Mr. Zanlong, I can allow you to resolve your hatred in the arena tomorrow, but in this manor, don't break my rules, or I will stop it today."

Zhang Shiping said.

The steps have already been laid out, if Zan Long is ignorant, he insists on beheading Lin Yang and the others at this time, under the ring.

For the sake of the rules he has established in the rivers and lakes of the Jiang Province, and for the sake of his face, he must fight to compete with Zanlong.

opposite.

Zan Long held a short stick and stared at Zhang Shiping.

He saw the firmness in Zhang Shiping's eyes, and knew that if he continued to attack now, it would be difficult to pass Zhang Shiping's test.

And Zhang Shiping also gave a solution. To fight in the arena tomorrow, Lin Yang and the three of them can be beheaded.

It's just that the three of Lin Yang need to live another night, which makes him a little dissatisfied.

But to choose one of the two, he can still choose in his heart.

"Okay, I'll give Mr. Zhang some face and let these three people live for another night."

Zanlong thought for a long time, finally nodded and said:

"However, Mr. Zhang, you have to make sure that these three people will not escape, otherwise, don't blame me for not giving you face."

"That's natural. I will send people to guard them. If they dare to escape, I, Zhang Shiping, will hunt them down to the ends of the earth."

Zhang Shiping put away the Tang Dao with a smile on his face.

As a master of half-step transformation, and in his manor, how could he not look down on three people.

(End of this chapter)