The ultimate master in the city

Back at the factory, Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi greeted them. Seeing Zhou Fengchen holding the woman, A Qing, and the middle-aged man, they couldn't help but laugh, teasingly saying, "How does it feel? Huh? Before absolute power, all schemes and tricks are useless!"

Aqing and the other woman forced awkward smiles, not daring to respond.

It's pointless if you don't respond.

Monk Yuanzhi pointed to the corpses and zombies on the ground and asked, "What should we do with them?"

Zhang Shisan squatted down, patted the green-haired zombie's face, and shook his head. "If these zombies were to rise on their own, it would be troublesome. Fortunately, they're being controlled, like tamed wild beasts. They're too docile; they're useless!"

Zhou Fengchen nodded. "Then let's burn it! It's kind of scary to have it piled up here."

Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi went to find firewood to burn the corpses, while Zhou Fengchen threw Aqing and the other two on the ground, took out a cigarette from his bag and lit it. Sometimes smoking a cigarette felt pretty good.

Ah Qing and the other two cautiously got up and looked at the zombies about to be burned in the distance. Feeling a pang of heartache, they simply turned their heads away to look at Zhou Fengchen, awaiting their fate.

"Actually, we just wanted to settle things with you guys, beat you up, and vent our anger for my brother, really!" Zhou Fengchen said, "We never intended to kill anyone."

Aqing and the other two remained silent, not daring to speak.

Zhou Fengchen drew his knife, leaning on the ground for support. "I didn't expect you to have both ropes and guns. If we were ordinary people, what would have happened to us? I want to hear the truth!"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, "Sir, we had no choice... Ah—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Fengchen slammed him to the ground with the back of his knife, sending three of his molars flying quite a distance.

"Tell the truth! Don't play innocent with me." Zhou Fengchen pressed the blade against the middle-aged man's neck.

Ah Qing gritted her teeth, "I'll slaughter you all and feed you to the dogs. That's just how the world is!"

Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi had just returned after lighting the fire and happened to hear this. They couldn't help but laugh in exasperation, "This is quite different from our world! It's really amazing!"

Zhou Fengchen said, "That makes things much easier!"

He patted Aqing's face with the back of the knife. "Lead the way, let's go find Old Dragon Crane! If you dare to play tricks, you two can go feed the dogs too."

Aqing and the middle-aged man stood up shakily and walked forward silently.

Zhou Fengchen and the other two exchanged a glance and followed behind.

The group of five left the factory and followed the mountain road. After passing two ridges, they came to a brightly lit village. The village had a strange design, consisting entirely of bamboo houses, some even built in trees. Only in the middle of the village was there a large, antique-style brick and tile courtyard.

Zhou Fengchen asked Monk Yuanzhi, "Is this the place?"

Monk Yuanzhi looked left and right, thought for a moment, and nodded, "That's right! This is the place!"

bass!

Zhou Fengchen drew his knife, Zhang Shisan drew his longsword, and Monk Yuanzhi casually picked up a two-meter-long, arm-thick tree trunk from the side.

The three of them were getting a little excited. Damn, this was the kind of thrill that came from getting revenge.

Monk Yuanzhi even kicked the middle-aged man, yelling, "Hurry up, you bastard! I, Hu Hansan, am back!"

The middle-aged man dared not speak out against his anger, but gave Aqing a wink, and the two quickened their pace.

As you enter the village, strong men dressed in Miao costumes slowly surround you, their expressions quite unfriendly.

Zhou Fengchen whispered, "Watch out for our surroundings. If someone fires a sneak shot, grab those two guys in front of us and use them as human shields while I cast my spell."

Monk Yuanzhi nodded. "Understood!"

Zhang Shisan said, "Why don't you grab a human shield? You're skilled in martial arts, and I'll use the Longhu Mountain Soul-Summoning Incantation to summon evil spirits to devour your soul!"

"That works too!" Zhou Fengchen said.

The three of them made various plans and followed Aqing and the other two to the brick and tile house in the middle. Monk Yuanzhi shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'm back! Hit me again and see!"

It felt so exciting to say that!

Zhou Fengchen and Zhang Shisan were also eager to get started.

However, they were dumbfounded as soon as they entered the courtyard.

Several women and men clapped their hands and came forward to greet them, "Welcome! Welcome!"

On the other side, a teenager set off a string of firecrackers, shouting, "The auntie's here!"

crackling sounds...

As soon as the firecrackers went off, four or five people came out of the main house. The one leading them was a tall, imposing old man in his sixties with a hooked nose. He grinned stiffly and said, "Distinguished guests have arrived! Hahaha, waiter, hurry up and bring us some cigarettes!"

Immediately, a young man next to him took out a pack of cigarettes, pulled out three, and handed them over.

"Uh!" Zhou Fengchen and the other two were a little confused.

As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face. With the other party's attitude, how can you get angry? Half of your anger has already subsided.

"Oh dear!" The hook-nosed old man laughed heartily. "Hey, you three young brothers, have a cigarette! Haha, it's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. Come inside, I'll apologize properly until you're satisfied!"

He slapped himself hard, saying, "I am Old Dragon Crane. I'm slapping myself first to vent my anger. You can hit me all you want later!"

This was a real fight; it looked painful. Zhou Fengchen and the other two were a little embarrassed. They put away their swords, threw away their sticks, took cigarettes, scratched their necks, and picked their noses, feeling that something was amiss.

"Come on, come on!" Seeing Zhou Fengchen and the other two accept the cigarettes, Old Dragon He pulled the three of them into the house as if he were seeing old friends of many years.

Just as they reached the door, Zhang Shisan suddenly nudged Zhou Fengchen with a cigarette.

Zhou Fengchen glanced down and, in the light, saw a wisp of bluish ash falling from the cigarette butt; it was hard to see unless you looked closely.

Corpse poison!

Aren't you tired of always playing tricks?

Zhou Fengchen sneered and silently followed the group into the house.

Crunch!

As soon as he entered the house, Zhang Shisan casually closed the door.

Crane and his group suddenly turned around.

"Damn it!" Zhou Fengchen cursed and punched Old Crane with his fist.

Old Crane's expression changed, and he raised his fists to meet the attack.

This old man is quite something; he's still going strong despite his age, and his fists are incredibly powerful. His external martial arts skills have reached their peak.

However, what level is Zhou Fengchen at? He's not even as good as the old monk Xinglin from the Shaolin Temple's Dharma Hall Tantric sect.

In an instant, he changed his fist into a palm, striking Old Crane's hands with lightning speed. Taking advantage of Old Crane's forward lean, he changed his palm back into a fist, punching him in the chest. Finally, he leaped up and kicked Old Crane in the neck.

Old Crane groaned, his body tilting backward as he was kicked five or six meters away, landing hard on the grand master's chair under the painting in the central hall.

Click!

The armchair cracked.

"Pfft!" Old Crane's hair was disheveled. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He raised his head and looked at Zhou Fengchen in horror. Who exactly was this young man? He had already overestimated them by a lot. He didn't expect them to be even more powerful than he had imagined. The key was that he wasn't stupid either.

The incident happened so suddenly that the group of people nearby only reacted after a while, cursing and rushing forward. Zhang Shisan, with a cold face, pounced on them, instantly taking down four or five people. Meanwhile, Monk Yuanzhi, since consuming two demon cores, had become as strong as an ox, like a human tank, and shouted, "Fuck your grandma!"

He suddenly tackled Aqing, the middle-aged man, and another man to the ground.

Zhou Fengchen looked around, sneered, and drew his ancient sword, throwing it into the air.

boom!

Click!

With a single stab, he struck a plaque atop the old crane's head that read "Authentic Corpse Driver."

The knife was fixed to the wall, its blade swaying precariously. The plaque had cracked and was now tilted in two.

"Guess how many minutes it will take me to kill your whole family?"

I like the novel "The Strongest Master in the City".