From the fusion of Tongbei Quan to the Longevity Martial Saint

Then, a buzzing sound rang out again.

shuh...

A log landed precisely on Wang Wu's neck.

The log that fell from the sky was so powerful that it carried Wang Wu's body several meters forward.

Finally, the log pinned Wang Wu to the cold ground.

At this moment, Wang Wu's neck was pierced.

The pupils, which were originally as thin as the eye of a needle, began to slowly dilate.

Wang Wu's vision suddenly went black.

Then, his pupils lost their luster.

At this time, the dozen or so brine pools surrounding the Jinsha Saltworks,

Even a so-called skilled fighter like Wang Wu was constantly being defeated by Fang Qing's tactics of using stillness to control movement.

Fang Qing stood on the watchtower, gripping the wooden handle that controlled the distance between the torch and the reflector in one hand.

As he pulled the wooden handle inward...

This searchlight provides diffused illumination.

It almost completely covered all the brine pools of more than a dozen salt fields.

When those so-called martial arts experts from the Zhu Family Village cut the ice blocks from the braising pool and tied them to their bodies with ropes,

Little did they know that the ice blocks were like a giant mirror, reflecting light naturally under Fang Qing's simple searchlight.

It stands out like a light bulb in the darkness.

They instantly became sitting ducks!

After finding these skilled fighters from the Zhu Family Village, Fang Qing pushed the torch handle forward again.

At this point, the searchlight is in a state of focusing light.

Fang Qing used the spotlight to chase after the Zhu Family Village's skilled fighters who were still fleeing.

Based on the location Fang Qing gave him, Yang Zhi immediately organized more than 100 able-bodied men to frantically throw logs in that direction.

These sharpened logs, though not very accurate,

But the sheer number of them is overwhelming.

Under heavy fire, it would be difficult for anyone from Zhujiazhuang to escape alive.

Meanwhile, the other salt farmers kept bringing sharpened logs to Yang Zhi and his men's feet to ensure they had enough ammunition.

It wasn't until Fang Qing's searchlight shone that he discovered fewer and fewer people from Zhujiazhuang were coming to steal their brine.

They didn't even dare to approach the vicinity of the Jinsha Saltworks.

Fang Qing, seeing that it was about time, walked down from the watchtower.

"Uncle Yang, have these able-bodied men each take a log, and we'll go over to the brine pool to finish them off."

"Remember, if the opponent's injuries are not serious, just use the log in your hand to seriously injure them, but don't take their lives."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhi was taken aback and looked at Fang Qing with a puzzled expression.

"Aoko, why not just kill them all? Wouldn't that be better?"

"Those people who entered the area of ​​the brine pool are committing trespassing in the Jinsha Saltworks."

"The laws of the Great Qian Dynasty regarding salt and iron allow these people to be treated as salt bandits and killed on the spot."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qing's lips curled into a sinister smile.

"Wouldn't killing all of them just benefit the Zhu Family Village?"

"This group of skilled fighters must have been hired by the Zhu Family Village from outside at great expense."

"We'll inflict serious injuries on these people and then send them back to Zhujiazhuang."

"Next, Zhujiazhuang will face the cost of treating these seriously injured people, which is going out of control like water."

"This time, let's bleed the Zhu Family Village dry too."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhi's eyes lit up immediately.

Come and don't go indecent.

The Zhu family village has caused them so much trouble.

Fang Qing's side is now sending dozens of wounded people back to Zhu Family Village.

If the Zhu Family Manor wanted to survive in the Great Qian Dynasty and employed so many skilled workers, it had to be responsible for their medical expenses.

The cost of medical clinics in the Great Qian Dynasty is extremely high.

Treating all of these dozens or even hundreds of seriously injured people would cost an astronomical sum.

That would be enough to cause the Zhu Family Village a complete mess.

Yang Zhi immediately led dozens of young men, carrying lanterns, to the vicinity of each brine pool to finish off the attackers.

According to the principles Fang Qing instructed them, if the other party only suffered minor injuries, they should directly inflict serious injuries.

If the other party was seriously injured, Yang Zhi even brought some herbs to apply to their wounds.

To keep the other party hanging on.

The main idea is that everyone is seriously injured, but no one dies!

After this series of actions, screams of agony filled the area around the brine pool.

Those with minor injuries became seriously injured and knelt there wailing in agony.

The man, who was originally seriously injured, regained some strength after Yang Zhi stopped the bleeding. He was groaning and moaning.

Just as Yang Zhi was about to search for the other wounded from the Zhu Family Village in the Lushui Pond, a roar suddenly came from the woods.

"How dare you, you brat!"

"Give me your life!"

Carrying a wide-mouthed steel knife on his back, Tian Zhan rushed out of the woods towards Yang Zhi, taking three steps at a time.

The next moment, Tian Zhan flicked his wrist, and the steel knife on his back appeared directly in his hand.

His mastery of the fourth level of body tempering allowed him to wield a steel knife weighing nearly 100 pounds with incredible skill and power.

Tian Zhan brandished his blade and slashed at Yang Zhi and the salt farmers behind him.

The power of this strike was enough to cut Yang Zhi and the others in half at the waist!

Yang Zhi and the others' pupils contracted.

With a whoosh!

A round pine log seemed to have eyes.

It landed just before Tian Zhan rushed towards Yang Zhi and the others.

Tian Zhan could only stop and look into the distance.

Then came several more whooshing sounds as the wind broke through the air.

Five round pine logs were planted one after another in front of Tian Zhan.

Forced into this battle, they could only retreat continuously.

They only stopped when they were more than ten meters away from Yang Zhi and the others!

Tian Zhan, holding a steel knife, stopped in place and did not continue to pursue Yang Zhi and the others. Instead, he turned to look at the figure walking out of the shadows.

The most striking feature of that figure was his immense size; he was a head taller than Tian Zhan.

Especially in the shadows, he could vaguely see that the person's neck was as thick as his head.

His broad shoulders were almost wide enough for a horse to run across.

A cloak was draped over the man's shoulders.

This cloak is probably a standard version, as it seems a bit small on this person's shoulders.

When the person got closer, Tian Zhan frowned.

Fang Qing spoke directly to Yang Zhi and the others beside him.

"Uncle Yang, you guys continue to finish off the enemy. I'll take care of this guy."

This square-green cloak was found in Li Zaotou's wardrobe.

It shrank a bit after one wash.

So it looks a bit small.

However, Fang Qing had no choice; he didn't have any extra money, so he could only use the money to keep warm and make do with what he had to wear...

Yang Zhi nodded, holding the torch, and continued to finish off the other brine pools.

Tian Zhan snorted coldly:

"You're only at the third level of Body Tempering? You dare to stop me?"

"Die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tian Zhan swung his broadsword, which was already flashing with a cold light, towards Fang Qing.

Fang Qing also wanted to try out what was so special about the fourth level of Body Tempering.

With a sudden push of the foot,

He raised the standard steel knife he had received from the Mountain and River Boxing Academy with his right hand and slashed it diagonally.

With a crisp clang.

Sparks flew between the two steel blades.

Tian Zhan took three steps back, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes as he looked at Fang Qing.

Why is the opponent, who is clearly at the third level of Body Tempering, stronger than me?

Fang Qing swayed slightly in the upper body, but his feet remained perfectly still.

Fang Qing felt a sense of satisfaction.

He could sense that he had only used 70% of his strength, yet he was able to hold his own against Tian Zhan, who was at the fourth level of Body Tempering.

They even surpassed their opponent in terms of strength.

"If I used all my strength, I reckon the steel knife in this person's hand would slip from his grasp."

However, the next moment, Fang Qing looked down at the standard steel knife of the Shanhe Boxing Academy in his hand.

Upon seeing a small notch on the blade, Fang Qing immediately frowned.

It is obvious that the standard steel knife used by Shanhe Boxing Academy is only barely satisfactory in use.

Compared to the wide-mouthed steel knife in Tian Zhan's hand, its material was somewhat inferior.

The next moment, Fang Qing simply flung the steel knife in his hand to the side.

After the exchange, Fang Qing felt that he might be able to kill Tian Zhan even with his bare hands.

When Tian Zhan saw Fang Qing actually throw away the steel knife in his hand, a look of humiliation immediately appeared on his face.

"How dare you, you brat, insult me!"

"A mere third-level Body Tempering cultivator, trying to catch my steel blade bare-handed?"

Tian Zhan has a fiery temper and was so angry that he yelled loudly.

The next moment, he also plunged the steel knife in his hand into the ground beside him.

He also attacked Fang Qing with his bare hands, swinging his fists.

For a master like Tian Zhan, who has been famous for many years and is at the fourth level of Body Tempering, he is quite well-known throughout the Lianghuai region.

Now that he has been so humiliated by a saltworks worker, how could he let it go?

He immediately brandished his fists and launched a fierce attack on Fang Qing.

However, after ten moves...

Tian Zhan, who had just rushed out, immediately retreated.

At this moment, Tian Zhan felt a bone-cracking pain in his hands, feet, and limbs.

Tian Zhan looked in Fang Qing's direction with considerable shock.

We can't beat them, we simply can't beat them!

Those ten moves he just made felt like he was punching a steel wall.

It made his fists and feet ache as if they were being torn apart.

"What kind of kung fu does this kid practice? How come his body is harder than iron?"

At this moment, a look of fear finally flashed across Tian Zhan's face.

He knew he had met his match today.

Continuing to fight Fang Qing bare-handed would likely lead to trouble.

At that moment, Tian Zhan didn't care about saving face at all.

With a whoosh, he pulled the broad-mouthed steel knife stuck in the soil next to him.

"Boy, I'm going to take your life today!"

With a whoosh, the broadsword transformed into a flash of silver light, enveloping Fang Qing from head to toe.

After another ten moves...

Tian Zhan, who had just rushed out, retreated back to his original position.

His face was now filled with terror.

"Is this kid a human or a ghost?"

Fang Qing, on the other hand, raised both arms to shield his face.

Seeing that Tian Zhan had stopped attacking, he slowly lowered his arm.

Fang Qing took a special look at the spot on his arm where Tian Zhan had slashed him.

Aside from some whitish scratches, the skin...

Tian Zhan's wide-bladed steel knife did not cut his skin.

"The Undying Golden Body Refining Technique, even at only a minor stage of completion, has already achieved such invulnerability to blades and spears."

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Tian Zhan's swordsmanship is not proficient enough, as he is only at the fourth level of body tempering.

"Originally, I was only 70% confident I could kill him with my bare hands..."

Fang Qing slowly let out a sigh of relief:

"I'm 90% confident now..."

Fang Qing cracked his neck, making a series of popping sounds.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Qing revealed a cold smile.

"You're done? Now it's my turn..."

After saying that, Fang Qing swayed.

He raised his fist and hurled it at Tian Zhan...

Eleven shots through the arm!

Ninety percent power, all out!!!

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