The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 547
In the dark and damp dungeon, there were drops of water dripping. More than 20 men with disheveled hair and vigor and vigor were bound by strong iron chains, waving and rattling, and were separated in different iron cages, swearing and swearing. endlessly.

"Xiang Zhao, I'm the eighteenth generation of your grandma's ancestors, let me go quickly, or you will have a son without an ass hole..."

"Xiang Zhao, you bastard (harmonious) son of a bitch, dare to arrest the head of Jiang University, do you know who is behind us? It's the Jiang family, I advise you not to mistake yourself..."

The guards guarding the dungeon kept their eyes on each other. They were the most loyal servants of the Xiang family. Although they were also surprised by the purpose of the chief bodyguard to arrest these people, they didn't talk too much.

In the first battle of Songshan, Xiang Zhao became famous in the first battle. He first killed Li Hai, and then killed Li Hua. Together with Feng Liangbi, Zhang Shizhao, Xue Wen and the power of the three great families, he overwhelmed the Eight King Kongs. most of the combat power.

From then on, Xiang Zhao was no longer the head of the escort, but the head of the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau. Escorts in Lingnan, except for Bazhou, reset 32 ​​branches.

The Escort Bureau used the scimitar to clear the way, and with the momentum of annexing the Shenfeng League, it shocked the green forest. Few people did not sell face. The name of Xiang Zhaoling's Lingnan Magic Sword was also sung, and he became one of the best young talents in the world.

With a reputation, the profits will naturally come rolling in. The business of the Escort is endless, and there are wave after wave of good players. Returning to the top is just around the corner, and everything is thriving.

Of course, these are all on the bright side, at least they are the current Zhenyuan Escort Bureau in the impression of people in the world.

Squeak, the sound of an iron door opening sounded, and a big man with a bare head stepped forward, tall and mighty, burly and majestic. When he saw the person in charge of the dungeon, he opened his mouth and said,

"Bring out No. 12, No. [-], and No. [-]. They will be used by the head of the bodyguard. Remember, you must not make any trouble like last time."

This mighty bald man is Xie Meng, the head of the Eight Great Vajras of the original Shenfeng League.

Li Hua was beheaded by Xiang Yang that day, and he was the first to contribute. Later, Zhenyuan swallowed the Shenfeng League, and his contribution was also great, which saved a lot of trouble.

For this reason, after cleaning Li's house, Xiang Zhao passed on the skill of subduing the dragon and subduing the elephant to him, and relied on him as his confidant, and he handled many unclean things.

What Xie Meng said was that a guard in the dungeon had neglected his duty ten days ago and almost let a strong hand rush out of the dungeon, but Xie Meng took him down in the end and eliminated the threat.

"No, no, don't worry, Xie Biaotou, we have strengthened the defense of the dungeon after the incident last time, as long as you come in, you won't be able to get out even if your martial arts are doubled."

"hope so."

Xie Meng snorted, and with a wave of his big hand, several dull-looking men in Tsing Yi took the three of them out and dragged them away. This gesture was the same as picking up goods in the vegetable market, which was really chilling.

A few masters were so frightened that their pants were wet. How happy they were to scold Xiang Zhao before, how guilty they are now.

Not to blame them for being timid, but every few days, a few people are taken away and never come back, and then another group of new people are brought in like livestock, and the cycle repeats, the foreseeable death is so frightening .

Especially people like them secretly thinking, Xiang Zhao used to be a waste of firewood, and suddenly made great progress in martial arts, could it be that he practiced some evil and devilish skills?

The more I thought about it, the more afraid I became, and the more I was afraid, the more I wanted to scold, in order to hide the fear in my heart, so after a while, the familiar sound of cursing and cursing sounded again and again.

In an empty room not far from the dungeon, Xiang Yang was wearing a loose moon-white robe, with his waist hanging from the sky, his left hand behind his back, and his right hand holding a piece of white paper with densely packed small characters, his brows were furrowed.

There was a knock on the door, Xiang Yang remained motionless, but Xie Meng outside the door nodded very clearly to his subordinates behind him, opened the door himself, and the three were thrown into the room directly.

"My darling, I don't know what kind of kung fu the head of the security guard is practicing. It's a big taboo to use living people to practice kung fu. Is it heresy?"

Xie Meng murmured in his heart, but he didn't dare to think deeply, the more he stayed beside Xiang Zhao, the more he felt that this person was extremely mysterious, his martial arts were unpredictable, not just a sword technique?
The most important thing is that although Xiang Zhao is hailed as a magic sword, he saw Xiang Zhao practice the sword a few times, but there was no god in the sword, but the devil was hidden deep in it, which aroused his mind, as if some great horror was contained in it. It's not some famous martial arts method.

The three people's lute bones were locked, their Qi veins were sealed, and they were suddenly thrown into the room. They fell to the ground and ate shit.

With a thud, a man knelt down directly, and the big old man burst into tears with snot and cried,

"Grandpa Xiang, Grandpa Xiang, I have no grievances with you in the past or recent days, and I never dared to rob the Zhenyuan Escort's business, you can't kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Besides, I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old son waiting to be fed, how can they live without me..."

The other two also didn't expect that this brother scolded me the most in the dungeon. They wanted to go through the dungeon and spray Xiang Zhao to death. Now that they really saw the Lord, they kneeled faster than anyone else. , it's already out of date.

Of course, surprise is nothing but admiration, at least they also have the heart to beg for mercy, but they are concerned about their face and self-esteem, and they can't do everything like this person. To survive together, they can at least abandon everything.

"Your name is Wei Guoguang, you are 42 years old, and you are the leader of the thieves in Quanzhou Road. In the past five years, you have killed many innocent businessmen, but there are also many.
Innocent, you have the nerve to say so.Besides, who has entered the rivers and lakes, who can say who is innocent?"

Xiang Yang turned around, his brows relaxed, his face was smiling, and his clear voice carried convincing power.

This is the first time the three of them have seen Xiang Zhao, who is now well-known in the south and even ranked first in the world. He is young, handsome, tall and full of vitality. His eyes are like two dark vortexes, which capture people's mind.

Even though they are in this moment and here, life and death are in the hands of the opposite person, the three of them can't help but admire the man who has nothing to do with his reputation, he can become famous all over the world in less than three months, there must be something extraordinary about him.

Xiang Wei has such a wonderful grandson, what can he ask for?
"Besides, I didn't ask you to come here to kill you. Whether you live or die depends entirely on you. If you're lucky, you might even get some luck."

Xiang Yang's eyes sparkled, and he spoke in an unpredictable tone.

When it was over, he popped out the white paper pinched on the tip of his right finger, and it slowly fell in front of the three of them. When they caught a glimpse of the essence by chance, the faces of the three of them changed suddenly.

Originally, I was skeptical about "don't kill them? Life and death depend on me? Maybe there is good luck?", but the profound inner family mentality can't be faked. Is there really such a good thing?
(End of this chapter)