As she moved forward, the number of pedestrians on the road gradually decreased. The stalls selling goods were also empty for a while. Only scattered tents and residences of refugees could be seen at the foot of the wall by the roadside.
Yan Yunzhi moved quickly. She tried to use the cover of a small number of pedestrians to quickly reach the opposite intersection. However, someone bumped into her from the front of the road.
It was a man from the forest with shabby clothes. He looked strong and powerful. When he came up to her, he opened his arms and tried to hug her. Yan Yunzhi suddenly kicked the man's foot, and with a smash and pull of her arm, the man fell to the ground. At the same time, someone pounced on her from the side. That person's palm came to grab her, and Yan Yunzhi also reached out and grabbed two of his fingers, using the Grappling Hand to grab his wrist.
Her steps were smooth. At this moment, she was moving backward. Since she had grabbed the man's fingers, it was equivalent to grabbing his vital point. The man relied on his greater strength to grab her with his other hand in an attempt to escape. The two of them walked a few steps, one in front and one behind. Yan Yunzhi's hand twisted continuously, and the man cried out in pain. His arm was dislocated, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his face. Yan Yunzhi let go of the man and turned to leave.
Although she had practiced swordsmanship for many years and was quite strict with herself, she was still the daughter of an ambitious and ruthless person. Other than that time when she killed two female soldiers and had a great breakthrough in actual combat, she was still in a relatively safe position. However, after leaving Baofeng's Virtuous Gathering Residence, her temperament matched the righteous and lonely spirit of Tan Gongjian. At this time, she used ingenious techniques to deal with the enemy, which could be said to be clean and neat, and she had improved a lot in martial arts.
However, after injuring these two people, she could no longer continue on the road ahead.
Several other figures were already running over from the other side, panting. Behind them, the pursuers from before were also gathering one after another.
The man with the dislocated arm still wanted to come over with a fierce expression, but Yan Yunzhi's gaze had already turned cold. She unfolded the two swords in her hands, and one of them stabbed towards the man's face, forcing him back. She slowly retreated towards the courtyard wall on the side of the street.
"Miss, stop running." The leader of the pursuers shouted, "This is the territory of I, Iron Fist Cha Jiu. You can't run away."
"Whoever comes over will die first," Yan Yunzhi said coldly.
There were a total of ten people surrounding them. The leader, Iron Fist, shouted, "Lady, it's the King of Equality who wants to capture you. You can't escape, so why do you have to do this? You see, we have received orders not to use weapons, we do not want to harm your life, but you are outnumbered. How long can you resist? When we catch you later, if we use ropes or nets to tie you up, you will lose face as a girl. Anyway, you can't run away, so why bother to go to that extent? "
This person was tall. Although his clothes were shabby and he was only the leader of a small group, his words were reasonable and persuasive. But just as he finished speaking, Yan Yunzhi's right hand was still holding the dagger forward, but her left hand flipped over and pressed the tip of the dagger against her throat. She shouted, "Out of the way!"
Her actions caused everyone to be stunned. In the next moment, the young girl suddenly turned around and was about to run to the wall behind her. She wanted to use this instant to climb over the wall and break out of the encirclement.
She turned around and saw three figures on the wall behind her. They were holding a fishing net and were about to throw it down. Seeing Yan Yunzhi's sword at his throat, the other party was slightly stunned. Yan Yunzhi was also stunned. At this moment, a wooden stick spun and whistled over. It swept past Yan Yunzhi's head and directly fell into the fishing net. With a few "ah ya" and "plop" sounds, the three figures on the wall were swept back by the fishing net and fell into the courtyard at the back.
On the street, Yan Yunzhi, Cha Jiu, and the others turned their heads and saw the figure of a youth walking over.
"A bunch of lowly dogs bullying the few. I really can't bear to watch this. If you want to fight, count me in."
The youth's figure was tall and straight as he walked under the sunlight. The people on the other side went up to him. "The King of Equality has an earthly business. Unrelated people, report your names."
"I'm your long-lost father."
In the light dust, one of the people rushed over. The youth casually waved his hand, and that person suddenly became shorter and rolled on the ground like a gourd. This was indeed a crushing defeat in terms of skill and strength. Yan Yunzhi saw Iron Fist Cha Jiu shake his right hand, and an iron gloved fist appeared. He growled in a low voice, and his inner strength surged. He lowered his body and then suddenly rushed forward. "Ah — —" A fist blasted out like a thunderbolt.
As the leader of a small force in Jiangning City, it was impossible for him to have no skills. Yan Yunzhi's age and experience were not enough, but she could still see the ferocity of the opponent's fist from the surging inner strength and the huge momentum of the punch. This Iron Fist Cha Jiu was almost a head taller than the youth. At this moment, he used all his strength to punch the youth's face. In theory, this punch should be dodged.
However, what followed was the dull sound of an iron fist hitting flesh. The youth stretched out a single hand and directly caught the opponent's full strength punch in front of him. His clothes billowed, and the bulging outline of his arm could be faintly seen through the tightened sleeves.
"Ah — — Ah ah ah ah ah — —"
Iron Fist Cha Jiu maintained his punching posture, one step in front and one step behind, trying to push forward with all his strength. But the next moment, his steps began to slide on the ground. The handsome youth single-handedly grabbed his fist and took a step forward, pushing an adult like him back inch by inch.
"'Iron Fist' Cha Jiu, more than ten grown men bullying a woman."
The youth stepped forward and spoke. Cha Jiu's feet moved back inch by inch, leaving a mark on the ground. The moment he finally wanted to withdraw his fist and retreat, the youth grabbed the edge of his fist with one hand and grabbed his wrist with the other.
"Today, I will pretend that I never had a son like you."
"Ah ah ah ah ah …"
In the autumn light, the tall Cha Jiu's arm was grabbed by the opponent and slowly pressed forward. He screamed in pain, and his arms broke. Both of his knees fell to the ground with a bang. The youth pressed his whole body to the ground.
This was the first time Yan Yunzhi had seen someone born with such extraordinary strength.
He was even more powerful than that detestable Long Aotian.
The others hesitated for a moment, then shouted and brandished their weapons, charging toward the youth. What followed was a one-sided street fight.
Dust rose from the street.
While the youth punched one person at a time, beating everyone to the ground with unparalleled strength, Yan Yunzhi saw a tall, handsome young man walking toward her gently.
"You practice the Tangong Sword, so you must be well-learned." The youth smiled and said, "May I know your name? Why are you being bullied by these villains?"
Even in troubled times, there were still good people.
Yan Yunzhi's mood suddenly relaxed.
*****
On the other side of the city.
Ning Ji had taken a few casual glances at the street where the news agency was located.
He wasn't trying to destroy a martial arts club, nor was he trying to challenge the world's most powerful fighter. It wouldn't be too dangerous for him to ambush a news agency. Even if the news agency was under the protection of 'Turning Wheel King' Xu Zhaonan, it would still be the same.
Therefore, he didn't have to wait for too long before he jumped into the building from the side wall.
The things at the back of the courtyard were messy. There were some broken jars and jars, and there was a pungent smell of pickles. It was a very normal place. Ning Ji felt his way toward the building in front of him. When he got closer, he suddenly felt something was wrong. The sounds coming from upstairs and in front of him didn't seem right.
He frowned slightly. But looking at the simple structure of the wooden building, he quickly climbed up and reached the window at the back of the second floor.
The people in the room were cursing strangely. It sounded like they were injured. Ning Ji stuck his ear to the window and listened for a moment. Some of the footsteps in the wooden building weren't right. In the strong smell of ink, there seemed to be a faint smell of blood.
What was going on? Did someone hit his head while printing the newspaper?
He opened the window and peeked inside. He saw a few tables and chairs in the room through the window. Some papers were overturned, and there were blood stains on the ground. It was a sign of a fight.
Eh? Did these pedantic scholars find their conscience and start an internal fight? Why was it so intense?
Ning Ji was a little excited when he saw such a thing. He wondered if he should join in immediately and give them some proper guidance.
At the same time, the sound of a riot came from outside. A large group of people was coming this way. Some of them had already reached the front gate.
Ning Ji frowned, closed the window, and fell down along the wall.
In the commotion, someone opened the courtyard door, and a group of people came in, swearing something. Although some of the words were spoken in dialect, and Ning Ji could not tell what they were talking about, he guessed that he had come at a bad time. The chaos in the room was probably not as simple as internal strife.
That was a little unlucky.
At this time, he didn't have time to think about it. He trotted along the way and jumped over the wall behind him. When he popped his head out, he saw someone looking over from the alley behind him. He suddenly pulled out a knife and rushed over. "Who is it?"
This person seemed to be good at running. He probably didn't expect that someone would appear behind the courtyard. At this time, he subconsciously wanted to stop him. Ning Ji turned over and ran away, feeling quite aggrieved.
"I didn't do it … Of course, he couldn't say that."
As the person ran, he shouted from behind, "This is the territory of the 'Turning Wheel King'. I'm 'Quick Knife' Qiao Bin. Since you dare to come and make trouble, why are you running away? If you have the guts, tell me your name and fight one-on-one with me —"
"Humph." Ning Ji's footsteps were fast. He passed some of the junk and rubbish in the alley ahead as if he was flying. He didn't bother to cover his mouth. "That's easy. I'm the legendary Chief of Wulin! Long Aotian! "
"Long Aotian? This name … Uh … You're the Five … Five Feet Devil? "
The voice was about to write down the name according to the Jianghu style. But halfway through, he suddenly remembered. Actually, with the gathering of heroes in Jiangning, not many people cared about the name of a perverted rapist that was recorded in a tattered newspaper. It was just that the newspaper had been published in this district, and after the other party had seen it, it left an impression. At this moment, he blurted it out.
The "Five Feet Yin Demon" was running in front. He grabbed the knife and chased after it. The people in the courtyard were alarmed by the commotion and seemed to be surrounding him. However, seeing that the infamous young man was so skilled and had pulled away in the blink of an eye, he might not be able to catch up. But also at this moment, the young man who was about to rush out of the alley suddenly stopped when he heard his words.
"F * ck …"
Qiao Bin cursed when he saw the young man. He stretched his arms and turned to run toward him.
"Good!"
Qiao Bin laughed and slashed out with his knife. But the next moment, his vision suddenly blurred. The "Quick Knife" he swung out was easily caught by someone. His whole body was pushed into the air. In the blink of an eye, he was pushed back more than ten feet and then smashed hard on the ground. He felt dizzy.
The young man kicked him in the stomach.
"I call you Quick Knife … I call you Devil … Devil … Devil … Devil … Devil … You're tainting people's innocence …"
The people in the courtyard chased over. What they saw was the scene of a young man kicking people in the back alley. Qiao Bin, who was good at martial arts, was knocked to the corner by him. He curled up and covered his head with his hands, unable to resist the kick.
The young man cursed fiercely. When he saw the people rushing over, he glanced at them fiercely. He was really vicious. But the next moment, he flipped over a wall and ran into a courtyard on the other side of the street.
The whole square was filled with battle cries. Some people beat gongs and drums. People with knives and spears surrounded and chased the young man's figure through the courtyards, over roofs, and then into the street.
He was so unlucky …
Ning Ji felt sad and indignant as he ran.
Usually, if he wanted to go out and make trouble, he would prepare a scarf to cover his mouth and nose at the right time. But today, he thought that it was just a raid on a shabby newspaper office. How could there be any danger? He didn't even have a piece of cloth with him. It was a little too late to cover his face now.
Of course, he had already come to a realization. Not long before he arrived, some unlucky thing had already come to the news agency ahead of him to wreak havoc. Furthermore, from the information revealed by the group of people's curses, it was very likely that the one who had come to wreak havoc was a subordinate of the "King of Equality" shit baby.
"F * ck, you shit baby. Why did you come to a newspaper office and make trouble? Is your brain full of shit …"
He cursed in his heart. He ran wildly on the street, and behind him were more than ten people and even dozens of people in the distance. Most of the pedestrians in the surrounding made way for this scene of vendetta. Even the various figures who looked like Jianghu swordsmen also made way to the side of the road to watch the fun. At the same time, at the entrance of a restaurant in front of him, a little monk who was begging alms with a rice bowl was startled by the spreading movement. He turned his head and looked over. He saw Ning Ji from a distance, and then his mouth opened in an "O" shape.
"Dragon … Dragon, Dragon …" He raised a finger, wanting to recognize him, but he seemed to be a little hesitant, not understanding what was happening in front of him.
Ning Ji ran all the way, hesitated for a moment, and then ran in that direction.
"Ha, Wukong!"
He ran to the little monk's side, opened his arms, and hugged him. At that moment, the little monk seemed to want to dodge, but his body was already grabbed by the other party. His whole body suddenly rose into the air, and he was thrown backward by Ning Ji.
On the street behind him, more than ten people in the front had already rushed over. The little monk turned into a cannonball and was thrown toward them. He was not flustered by this kind of thing. While in the air, he sighed and held the rice bowl in front of him.
The people in the front could not stop in time, and a few clanging sounds were heard in the air. As the little monk landed, he waved the rice bowl and smashed away the weapons in the hands of several people. When he landed, he kicked the legs of the person in the front twice, and his body collided with the person in the front. Then he grabbed with one hand and snatched the stick from the hand of the person behind him. After a series of slashes and swings, the legs of the four or five people in the front were hit, and for a moment, they fell into a mess.
After landing, the little monk held the rice bowl in his left hand, and waved the stick in his right hand. He took two steps forward, and then stepped back on the street. He held the stick horizontally, and his small figure blocked the crowd. At this time, he nodded a little embarrassedly and bowed slightly. "Ah, Amitabha …" He did not know what to say, and looked back at "Brother Long".
Long Aotian reached out and scratched his head. He knew that the little monk was quite good at martial arts, but did not expect that he could fight so well. For a moment, he opened his mouth and said, "He is something …"
"Brother … Brother Long …"
"Wukong did well! No wonder you are the brother of Long Aotian, the leader of Wulin World … "
After this incident, some of the green-wood magnates on the street became cautious. Ning Ji waved his arms and shouted loudly, taking the opportunity to make a name for himself. Later, when he saw more people chasing after him, he suddenly turned around and said, "Run …"
"Oh … Oh!" The little monk reacted, threw the stick forward, and quickly turned around to follow them.
A large group of people waved their swords and spears and chased through the street, but the two figures in front of them were even faster. In the blink of an eye, they were far away from them, and then they passed through the streets and alleys, leaving the pursuers behind.
Slowing down his pace, the little monk took the opportunity to catch up with him, "Big … Big Brother Dragon … So you also know martial arts …" When the two of them met outside the city, he did not know about this. However, when he saw the other party's technique and strength when he was thrown out, coupled with the fact that he was running madly, he naturally understood.
"Of course, I am a doctor!"
"Uh …" The little monk scratched his head.
Long Aotian held his shoulder and said, "Let's go, I will take you to eat delicious food!"
"Oh! Okay! Thank you, Brother Long! "
The little monk burst into a smile, and had forgotten what he wanted to say a moment ago.
The two figures laughed and disappeared into the crowd. It was the morning of August 18th, and the autumn sun was warm. Long Aotian and Sun Wukong were companions in the dilapidated Jiangning.
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