Zhao Yun sneered and said, "It seems that my reputation is unknown in Xi City! Hehe, I'll let you see my means. " Before he finished speaking, he had already kicked out. His body jumped diagonally in the air, and his feet tapped on the burly man's chest. He spun around and landed lightly.
Those burly men were originally very strong, but at this moment, they were as soft as willow catkins. They all fell to the ground. Some fell like dogs crawling on the ground, while others fell on their backs.
Zhao Yun took a few steps forward and stretched out his arm, grabbing the collar of one of the burly men. He lifted him up and scolded, "I want to know who this person is. You better explain it to me!"
The burly man was kicked by Zhao Yun's foot, and his internal organs were in a mess. His blood was rushing, and he still had half of his breath left. At this moment, when he was lifted into the air by Zhao Yun, he felt that his blood was rushing to his head. He felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't even breathe, let alone speak!
When Zhao Yun saw that he dared not answer, his anger surged. He said angrily, "How dare you not speak!" With a slight force, he threw him out. His arms had more than a thousand catties of strength. He only used thirty percent of his strength, but he threw the burly man ten feet away. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
The onlookers could no longer see the figure of the burly man who was thrown. They were all shocked. Only then did they know that this gigolo's strength was amazing. They didn't dare to curse anymore and just stood there foolishly, not knowing what to do.
"Ah, so it's Zhao Shan's little fiend!"
Someone recognized Zhao Yun and whispered, "Isn't he afraid of being blamed by the deities for his nonsense? I'm afraid that the Zhao family will have to bear the wrath of the deities. "
Zhao Yun shouted, "Zhao Yu, tell me what kind of demon deity this is. He actually wants to harm innocent women!"
Zhao Yu knew his young master's temper, but he couldn't afford to offend this deity. He trembled with fear and shrank his neck, "Young master, you, you better not provoke the deities anymore, or else …"
Before he could finish his words, Zhao Yun had already lashed out with her horsewhip, "What kind of evil spirit dares to harm the common people like this? I must get to the bottom of this!"
Zhao Yu knew that he was powerful and hurriedly dodged. He only shouted, "Young master, please spare my life. But we really can't afford to offend immortals."
When Zhao Yun saw the servant's behavior, she became even angrier. She turned around and stretched out her long arm, lifting the woman up.
That woman had been chosen to marry an immortal. She had thought that she would die, but who would have thought that a handsome and violent young man would appear and save her life? She was still in a state of shock. Unexpectedly, Jade-faced Playboy lifted her up into the air. Her neck hurt, and she knew she was going to be thrown out. Her mind went blank.
Zhao Yun shouted, "What kind of demon god is this? Tell me for me."
The woman could not speak. She could only move her lips with great difficulty. Her face was frighteningly pale.
Zhao Yun loosened his grip, and the woman fell to the ground in a daze. She fell to the ground with a thud. She had never experienced such pain before, and she immediately cried out in grief.
Zhao Yun became more and more impatient. She slapped the horsewhip in the air, "Hmph, are you all unwilling to speak? No one is allowed to leave! "The whip was like a thunderbolt in a clear sky, scaring everyone.
Finally, a scoundrel shouted, "Great hero, great hero, this shrine is called Wu Tong Dian. Today is the day of the Wu Tong Dian's wedding. "
Zhao Yun asked curiously, "Why have I never heard of this Wu Tong Dian?"
Because someone took the lead, the others became bolder. One after another, they said, "Ever since the Wu Tong Dian was built, Yiyang has been blessed with good weather." "This immortal is indeed efficacious, protecting the people." Another said, "This immortal will grant any request."
Zhao Yun could not help but frown. This demon god did not seem to have done any evil. She hesitated. Suddenly, she heard someone shout, "Young master, please save my daughter! Next year is the day of her wedding! "The voice was sobbing.
When Zhao Yun looked over, she saw an old man in brown clothes and shabby shoes kneeling on the ground, kowtowing non-stop.
The people beside him shouted, "Zhang Laosi, we have already agreed that it will be your daughter's turn next year. How dare you go back on your words?" Another person scolded, "Zhang Laosi, you dog slave!"
Zhao Yun snorted, "Stop arguing! Zhang Laosi, hurry up and tell me. "
Zhang Laosi cried, "Young master, this is already the fifth year of the Sacred Marriage. The immortal stipulated that every year, a sixteen-year-old virgin must be married. The rich and powerful officials in the city are unwilling to part with her, so we have to suffer to give birth to this daughter. Next year, it will be my pitiful daughter! You must save her. This old man will work like an ox or a horse, even if I have to die ten thousand times. "
Zhao Yun asked, "Then every year, the wedding ceremony will be the same as today?"
Zhang Laosi cried, "Yes. He will peel open the daughter's chest while she is still alive and offer her heart to the shrine. Then, the ceremony will be completed. "
"This means that this demon god will harm an innocent girl every year! It's so infuriating! "
Without waiting for the old man to answer, Zhao Yun had already made her move. She kicked the incense table first, and the incense table split into two like paper paste.
Zhao Yun tore her outer clothes into several pieces, revealing the soft armor inlaid with gold inside. The jewelry dazzled everyone for a moment.
He didn't believe in ghosts and gods. In addition, his divine power was astonishing, and he never knew what fear was. He heard that the demon god harmed people under his nose every year with such cruel means. How could he endure it? He was so angry that he didn't think much. He stepped on the incense table and shouted, "Those who don't want to die, stand aside." He strode towards the shrine with red walls and yellow tiles in front of him.
Everyone retreated. Seeing that this child was so brave, how could they dare to stop him? However, they were afraid that the immortals would settle the score with them afterward. They wanted to stop him but didn't dare to. If they didn't stop him, they were afraid. They were in a dilemma. This feeling was really uncomfortable.
When Zhao Yun arrived at the shrine's entrance, she didn't look at the words written on the shrine's plaque. She cursed, "What kind of demon dares to enjoy such a shrine? If you have the ability, come out and fight with me!" She gathered her strength and gathered ten thousand jin of strength in her hands. With a whoosh, she slammed her palm on the shrine's door.
The shrine's door was very sturdy, but it couldn't withstand Zhao Yun's ordinary palm strike. It instantly broke into pieces and fell to the ground like a rain of sawdust. The four pillars at the entrance also trembled uncontrollably.
Zhao Yun sneered and strode into the main hall.
There were several burly men in the main hall who were also wrapped in red belts. When they saw Zhao Yun, they berated her one after another.
Zhao Yun was even more furious. This demon god seemed to have bewitched the hearts of the entire county! She ignored them and approached them. With a palm strike, she casually slapped them to the ground, making them unable to move.
She saw a statue enshrined in the middle of the main hall. It must be the Wutong God. The statue's appearance was extremely frightening. It was nine feet tall, had a big waist, a blue face, a red beard, fangs, and angry eyes. It held a treasured sword and was about to attack people.
Zhao Yun said with a smile, "I thought the demon god had three heads and six arms. It's so arrogant, but it's just a paper clay statue. Hmph, take a look at my methods! " She walked to a pillar and saw that the pillar was three feet long, which was just enough. She hugged the pillar with both hands, circulated her divine power, and shouted, "Rise!"
With a loud rumble, the pillar made of hundred-year-old camphor wood was easily shaken by her!
"Let's see how you're going to harm people again!"
Zhao Yun's arm shook, and the pillar was forcefully pulled up from the ground. It broke out of the wall, and a corner of the shrine collapsed. The tiles on the walls rustled and fell.
When the commoners saw this scene, they felt as if they were in a dream. They shouted, "The shrine is collapsing!" and hurriedly ran out.
Zhao Yun hugged the four-feet-long pillar effortlessly. With a pull of her strength, the pillar smashed towards the statue.
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