"Who is it?" Pan Shuwen was furious. He wiped off the oil on his face and looked at the people of Jianghu angrily. "It's me. So what?" Liu Zhong admitted without hesitation. He stood up and looked at Pan Shuwen with killing intent in his eyes.
"Don't go. Let's see how they deal with it." Mo Xiaotou pulled Nie Li and winked at him. Shen Liang looked at Liu Zhong with a headache. Originally, he could settle the matter with a few words, but now it seemed that these two would ruin it.
"Are you tired of living?" Pan Shuwen looked at Liu Zhong and Zheng Ming who were dressed like beggars. His eyes were filled with anger. He was actually beaten by such people. He must make them pay the price.
"I'm just teaching you how to be a man on behalf of Marshal Pan. How to respect and protect the thousands of soldiers of the Southern Song Dynasty." Liu Zhong's voice became louder and louder. His aura also rose to the peak. He was actually at the peak of the Houtian Realm, which was on par with Nie Li. Nie Li did not expect Liu Zhong to hide his strength. Then, Zheng Ming must be too. He turned his head and looked at Mo Xiaotou. The smile on his face did not change. Nie Li immediately withdrew his gaze.
Moreover, his aura was very strong. Coupled with his iron will from the battlefield, he gave people a strong sense of oppression. Shen Liang looked at Liu Zhong. He did not expect him to be a soldier. Moreover, from his accent, he seemed to be from the west.
"Hahahaha, why don't you take a good look at yourself? How dare you boast so shamelessly about educating me? Let me teach you how to slap yourself." Pan Shuwen dashed towards Liu Zhong like an arrow and swung his arm in a circle, causing the wind to howl in the air.
Liu Zhong only raised his hand to block Pan Shuwen's attack. The huge force cracked the wooden board under Liu Zhong's feet. However, his body did not move. Pan Shuwen's palm was ready to take Liu Zhong's life.
"Skinny, go." Liu Zhong grabbed Pan Shuwen. Suddenly, a skinny Zheng Ming drilled out from behind his huge body. A simple punch with a strong force rolled up the surrounding wind and formed a cyclone on his fist.
"Peng!" Pan Shuwen's body was sent flying. Liu Zhong and Zheng Ming exchanged a glance. One of them was the main attacker, while the other was the main defender. Their cooperation was flawless. Even if they met a Xiantian master like Pan Shuwen, they would still have the ability to fight.
Pan Shuwen propped himself up and wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth. He felt a great humiliation. He had actually been injured by two Houtian realm martial artists. If he hadn't been wearing the inner armor, then that punch would have probably killed him.
Pan Shuwen's gaze turned somewhat serious. The two before him had a strong physical body and great strength. Furthermore, they had great tacit understanding. Their coordination was very smooth. Pan Shuwen knew that the two before him would be troublesome to deal with.
"Formation Breaking Fist." Pan Shuwen circulated his internal energy and his aura rose bit by bit. His fist carried the aura of a magnificent army and the courage to press forward. The huge fist pressed down on Liu Zhong and Zheng Ming, vowing to crush them both.
Even from far away, Liu Zhong could feel the pressure. He felt that it was difficult for him to breathe. Although their strength was not bad, compared to these people, their foundation was too weak. They did not have any cultivation methods to take out. He could indeed block this punch, but he could only block a few times. How could he fight back after that?
Although Liu Zhong was somewhat distressed, his body was timid and afraid. When he threw out the bone to protect his dignity, Liu Zhong didn't regret it. Compared to life and death, that kind of anger and unwillingness was what he wanted to shout the most.
Perhaps his life should have been left on the battlefield long ago. He was extremely lucky to have lived until now! He didn't ask for too much, but if he could avenge those who died in battle, then so be it.
"Break." Just as the fist wind was about to engulf Liu Zhong and Zheng Ming, a cold voice rang out. A three foot long blade was nailed to the ground. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing and reflected the ripples on it.
Pan Shuwen looked towards the source of the blade. It was a man in luxurious black clothes. He wasn't very old, probably younger than Liu Zhong and Zheng Ming, but he was extremely good-looking. However, his eyes made people not dare to look directly at him. They were sharper than the blade on the ground. This person was naturally Nie Li. "Sir, why are you here?" Although Pan Shuwen asked politely, the anger and killing intent in his eyes did not decrease in the slightest.
"My friends are not people you can casually touch." Nie Li looked down at Pan Shuwen. His arrogant and cold temperament coupled with his handsome face made him look like a high and mighty celestial being, looking down on the ants of the common people with a perfect celestial body.
Pan Shuwen didn't like Nie Li. He told himself that, but that gaze was like a knife, piercing him painfully. "Then come down and talk." Pan Shuwen's legs kicked off and he was already on the second floor.
Nie Li looked at Pan Shuwen and smashed the railing in front of him with a punch. Countless wood shavings flew towards Pan Shuwen's face like a rain of arrows. Pan Shuwen punched back, and the wood shavings turned into powder.
Internal energy was attached to the soles of his feet. His figure exploded on the spot, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Pan Shuwen. Internal energy flowed through his right leg, and like a storm, he attacked Pan Shuwen crazily.
"Good leg technique." An expert could tell at a glance how good it was. Although Nie Li's internal energy was not as good as Pan Shuwen's, his leg technique was extremely good. At least, it was not inferior to the Pan family's Formation Breaking Fist. Who was this person? Everyone had this question in their minds.
However, Nie Li's leg technique was too fast. Although Pan Shuwen's realm was higher than Nie Li's, his understanding of cultivation techniques was much worse than Nie Li's. He only had the Formation Breaking Fist, but it was also unable to be used by Nie Li's leg technique.
In a few breaths of time, Pan Shuwen's face was bruised and swollen. Nie Li saw that he had taught Pan Shuwen enough, and knew that it was time to end this matter. He kicked Pan Shuwen's chest, and Pan Shuwen's body flew back like a falling star, smashing into the ground.
The door was completely cracked. Pan Shuwen struggled a few times before crawling up. A piece of his inner armor was also damaged. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale. He never thought that he would be defeated by someone in the Houtian realm, and so easily.
"You guys better remember this. We'll see." Pan Shuwen looked on unwillingly, but he also knew that he was not Nie Li's opponent. He might as well run. Where there's life, there's hope. Since you dared to provoke me in the Song Dynasty, I'll make you kneel and beg for mercy.
Nie Li saw the hazy look in Pan Shuwen's eyes, and knew that this matter had created a grudge. But since that's the case, he'll be a little more ruthless. "Go." Nie Li picked up the Autumn Rain Blade on the ground. The blade light burst out, illuminating the Forest House, and streaking across everyone's eyes.
It flew past Pan Shuwen's cheek and directly cut in half a pillar that would take several people to wrap their arms around it. The cut was very smooth. Pan Shuwen's footsteps paused for a moment. He felt a chill down his spine, and a stinging sensation came from his cheek. He touched it with his hand, and it was blood.
That person was just about to kill him. A kind of fear was still growing in Pan Shuwen's heart. This was what Nie Li wanted. He knew that Pan Shuwen would not let him go, so he had to be more ruthless, ruthless enough to make him fear. But thinking that this person's family background was definitely not bad, it's better to teach him a small lesson.
Pan Shuwen ran even faster this time. Seeing that this farce was over, Nie Li put away his blade. "Guest, this …" Shen Liang's expression was a little awkward. Shen Liang's expression was a little awkward. This fight had caused him heartache. Originally, it was peaceful, but in the end, it had to end with a grudge.
"This money should be enough." Nie Li took out a piece of gold and threw it to Shen Liang. "It's enough, it's enough." Shen Liang received the money. Naturally, he didn't care. He had already paid the compensation. Although he had offended the Pan Family, it had nothing to do with his Forest House. It was Nie Li who offended them, so they wouldn't come looking for him. In the end, Shen Liang smiled in his heart.
Seeing that the matter was over, everyone treated it as a free martial arts competition. They didn't expect that there would be such a person in Lin Zhongju. Although this person's saber technique and leg technique were only displayed briefly, it was enough to show his strength.
"I remember now, he's the Blood Sea Tyrant Blade, Nie Li." When one person said it, it naturally attracted everyone's attention. "Now that you mention it, it does seem like it." Someone echoed. "It's not just a little, it's him. Look at his clothes, especially his legs. Can't you see that he's a cripple? "
"He's handsome, but he's an immortal. His body is crippled, and he's crazy. Black clothes embroidered with red silk, a long blade in a scabbard at his waist. His leg techniques are shocking, overbearing moves that look down on the world. "With that said, a few points matched with Nie Li.
They never thought that the Blood Sea Tyrant Blade, who had entered the Hidden Dragon List at the age of fifteen, would actually be in front of them. "He's really bold!" Someone sighed. He was indeed worthy of the Dawn Sky Pavilion's evaluation of this person. Wanton, insolent, and ruthless.
"Of course, he even dared to beat the heir of Prince Jingyang, not to mention a little disciple of the Pan Family." The Dawn Sky Pavilion had also announced that Nie Li had defeated the heir of Prince Jingyang. This was a ruthless slap to Zhao Chuan's face.
"I kind of admire him. After provoking so many people, he still dares to come to the Song Capital. Isn't he afraid that he won't be able to return?" Someone looked at Nie Li's back as he left.
"You were too impulsive just now. Moreover, the Shen Family is really shrewd. What a bunch of foxes," Mo Xiaotu said as he looked at Shen Liang. Mo Xiaotou looked at Nie Li and said. He could also see through Shen Liang's plan. When it was time to sell Nie Li, he would definitely not hesitate. Although his tone was a little reproachful, the smile on his face still didn't change. "I just don't like him." Nie Li curled his lips unhappily. He knew that even if he didn't do anything, Mo would. Therefore, it was the same no matter who did it, but he had a sense of propriety. If it had been Mo, Pan Shuwen would have been dead by now.
"So you should send him to heaven. You will inevitably be targeted by the Pan Family. It will be difficult for you to go to the Tianshu Pavilion." Mo Xiaotou was still considerate of Nie Li. Nie Li had a lot of dealings with the Southern Song Dynasty. If he provoked the Pan Family now, there would be a lot of trouble.
"I know, but it has already happened. I'll take it one step at a time. " Nie Li didn't care. Some things didn't need to be considered so much. He just needed to follow his heart and be at ease.
Nie Li and the other three entered the room. Shen Liang began to adjust the atmosphere.
Because of Nie Li, everyone brought the topic to Jianghu.
A person put down his chopsticks, raised his head slightly, and kept looking at Nie Li's closed door.
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