The ultimate master in the city

Zhou Fengchen's words were filled with murderous intent, instantly stunning everyone in the room.

Crane Dragon looked up at the plaque and ancient sword above him, a grim smile appearing on his face. "Brother... what's wrong?"

"Not good." Zhang Shisan behind him took out a cigarette, tore it open, and shook it gently. The tobacco was mixed with a faint gray color. Before He Laolong could argue, he walked to the table, picked up a teapot, shook it twice, and poured it on the ground. White foam slowly rose from the clear water.

"This... how did you know?" Old Crane Dragon asked in astonishment.

Zhang Shisan said, "Do you think we're children? Your reaction is completely wrong, and besides... I also like playing with drugs, these little tricks are too green for me."

Old Dragon Crane took a deep breath. "We were wrong to do this, and I apologize!"

"Apologizing is useless!" Zhou Fengchen reached him, grabbed his hair, and slammed him to the ground.

Snapped!

Old Crane Dragon fell to the ground, almost breaking his old bones. Accustomed to a life of luxury, he couldn't stand this humiliation. He cursed and tried to get up, but a foot stepped hard on his head, rendering him unable to move.

Zhou Fengchen lowered his head. "How do you feel about the frustration and anger of being beaten up?"

Old Crane, his head pressed to the ground, gasped for breath and replied with difficulty, "What...what do you want?"

"Easy!" Zhou Fengchen turned around and asked, "Boss Monk, who hit you?"

Monk Yuanzhi sneered, pointing at a man who was cowering and retreating, and at Aqing who was trembling.

"Very good." Zhou Fengchen nodded, took the sword from Zhang Shisan's hand, and tossed it to Yuan Zhi. "Which hand did this? Cut it off!"

"Don't--"

"No, no... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Aqing and the man's expressions changed drastically, and they turned to run out the door.

Zhang Shisan sneered, jumped up and delivered a flying kick, slapping the panicked Aqing and the man to the ground.

"Go ahead and hit me again!" Monk Yuanzhi grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having avenged himself. He took his sword, stepped on the man's hands, and slashed down with it.

puff!

It didn't cut through in one go, but the bone and blood vessels were chopped to pieces.

"ah--"

The man screamed in agony, rolled on the ground with his hands tucked in, and was probably crippled.

Ah Qing, standing nearby, turned deathly pale and cried out, "Master Long, save me!"

"Save your mother's hands!" Monk Yuanzhi repeated the same move, stepping on her hands and chopping them seven or eight times. Her hands were almost skin and tendons connected, and blood flowed all over the ground. She screamed in pain and fainted.

Zhang Shisan couldn't bear to look at him and shook his head, "That's enough."

Zhou Fengchen kicked Feihe Laolong and said, "I was thinking of just giving them a token gesture, since they were quite polite, but they're still playing tricks. If we get poisoned, we probably won't even have a grave. I've already been very merciful!"

As he spoke, he sprang up, drew his ancient sword, and with a backhand stroke, sliced ​​off one of Crane Dragon's ears.

"Ah—" Crane Dragon screamed in agony, clutching his severed ear, trembling all over in pain, blood streaming down his face.

Zhou Fengchen smiled, wiped the blood off the ancient sword onto Old Dragon Crane's body, and said, "Master Dragon, let's just forget about this. What do you think?"

Old Crane's head trembled, but he forced a smile, "Fine, fine! We admit defeat!"

Zhou Fengchen pointed to himself, "Alright! My name is Doromo, the Holy Son of Shamanism. If you're not satisfied, you can come find me."

Old Crane Dragon quickly shook his head, "I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare!"

Everyone in the room was stunned, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

Zhou Fengchen then sheathed his ancient sword, gave Zhang Shisan and the other man a wink, and said, "Let's go!"

The three of them opened the door and walked out side by side. When they reached the gate, they looked back and saw that there was no movement from inside the house, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

Actually, this kind of thing is very difficult to handle. Randomly killing people? Impossible! Beating them up? Nobody would be convinced.

Just then, Crane Dragon's venomous voice suddenly came from inside the house, "I will kill you all!"

He quickly knelt down, kowtowed twice to the painting in the central hall, and cried out, "Please, Corpse Lord, show yourself!"

Everyone in the room knelt down, chanting, "Please, Corpse Lord, show yourself!"

Zhou Fengchen and the other two were startled. Holy crap! What the hell is this Corpse Lord?

Zhang Shisan exclaimed in horror, "Could it be that ancient corpse, Bo Qiya? It's been thousands of years! If it shows itself, it'll definitely be either a stagnant corpse or an uncorrupted body. We're in deep trouble!"

Monk Yuanzhi picked up a nearby stone block and shouted, "Stop them quickly!"

The three of them rushed into the house together.

Just as they reached the door of the room, the central painting suddenly split open in the middle, revealing a dark little room containing a bronze coffin covered in patterns that looked both ancient and somewhat frightening.

boom!

The bronze coffin lid was lifted, and a person suddenly stood up inside. This person was bald and covered with black spots all over his body, like a fossil.

Zhou Fengchen and the other two paused, involuntarily taking a step back.

Crane Dragon turned around and laughed maniacally, "You little brats! Kill us! Kill us! The more blood the Corpse Lord drinks, the more ferocious he becomes, you can't escape! Hahaha!"

Zhang Shisan ignored He Laolong and stared intently at the person in the coffin, saying, "This thing is inanimate, not like a zombie."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ancient corpse suddenly turned into ashes and scattered all over the ground. Behind it, a figure appeared, wearing chainmail, with a long braid and a scar on his face, looking like a person from the Qing Dynasty.

Zhang Shisan was stunned, then looked sharply at Zhou Fengchen, "Holy crap! This is... Corpse Refinement Advancement! This level is insane, let's run!"

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Crane Dragon's eyes burned with fervor as he led the roomful of people in a frenzied kowtow, pleading, "Please, Corpse Lord, kill these three!"

However, the next moment, Crane Dragon and his group, including Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi, were all a little dumbfounded.

Zhou Fengchen and the Qing Dynasty man in the coffin exchanged a glance, their eyes widening.

"Yang Wudi?"

"Zhou Fengchen?"

"You son of a bitch, you actually hid here!"

"I never expected you to come looking for me!"

As they spoke, one drew his knife and the other brandished a spiked club, and they clashed instantly!

Ding!

Ding ding ding!

The two figures engaged in a frantic battle.

The group of people, including Old Crane, looked around blankly, then trembled and hid in a corner of the room.

"Uh!" Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi were also confused and quickly stepped aside.

Ding ding ding!

Zhou Fengchen and Yang Wudi fought their way from inside the house to the courtyard, and then from the courtyard to outside. As the fight progressed, the fighting intensified, with bamboo houses, small trees, and stones flying everywhere.

At this moment, Yang Wudi was kicked to the ground by Zhou Fengchen, and suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a thick cloud of black smoke.

Zhou Fengchen quickly dodged, circled around to the other side, and saw that Yang Wudi had already fled rapidly into the mountains. "I'm not feeling well, I'll fight another day!"

"Who the hell wants to talk to you about another day! Stop right there!" Zhou Fengchen shouted, brandishing his knife and chasing after him.

Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi, who had been staring wide-eyed in the courtyard, finally realized what was happening. They exchanged a glance and wondered, "Could this person be the Qing Dynasty zombie who jumped off the train and ran away?"

After saying that, he quickly followed.

Zhou Fengchen and Yang Wudi led the way, while Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi followed behind, and they ran wildly through the mountains and forests.

Zhou Fengchen was determined to kill Yang Wudi, so he pursued him relentlessly, occasionally exchanging a few blows before continuing the chase.

They chased each other from midnight until the next morning, crossing countless mountains and running countless miles. Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi were so exhausted that their eyes rolled back, and they felt like they were about to die.

Zhou Fengchen was also panting heavily, exhausted. Unfortunately, he couldn't use any spells while moving quickly, so he could only worry helplessly.

Just then, they reached a precipice. Yang Wudi stopped at the edge, turned around, and sneered, "I dare to jump, do you dare?"

With that, he leaped and fell.

Zhou Fengchen was breathing heavily, and with a grit of his teeth, he jumped down as well.

"Idiot! Don't jump!" Zhang Shisan happened to catch up and grabbed Zhou Fengchen's hand.

Monk Yuanzhi arrived, panting heavily, and grabbed Zhang Shisan around the waist.

Then... they used too much force and all three of them fell down together.

"Holy crap!"

"oops!"

"ah--"

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