Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 78 The Hypocrite

The general members of the Beggar Gang and Hu Qi four, although they tried their best to attack, they couldn't stop Fan Zhuoyuan's rampant killing.

The fight lasted only a few breaths, and the dead were all over the place. On the roof, in the official road, on the treetops, and in the open space, there were all dead bodies with broken bones and tendons. The death patterns were different, the only thing in common was that they were all tragic.

In the end, Elder Ren was the only one left. Seeing Fan Zhuoyuan approaching with a murderous look, he immediately prepared his palm to fight back!
Fan Zhuoyuan faced him face to face, and the violent external force directly shattered his arms. He couldn't stand the strange force and fell into the restaurant.

"You obviously don't know internal strength, that kick...impossible!"

Fan Zhuoyuan picked him up from the ground, recalling what happened when his heel hook kicked out and shattered his knee just now.

Said: "I really don't know internal strength, but I have another set of means, and I can still exert extraordinary strength without relying on the strength of my waist and abdomen."

Elder Ren asked unwillingly: "What kind of kung fu is that?"

Fan Zhuoyuan was silent for a while, and said with a strange expression: "If I say that I use the kung fu in the palm of the Dragon God, do you believe it?"

Elder Ren raised his eyes, "God Subduing Dragon Palm? How does it relate to the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of our gang? The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms don't have leg skills!"

"That trick is called Huang Chang Yuanji."

Seeing that Elder Ren still didn't know anything, Fan Zhuoyuan shook his head slightly, stretched out his hand and broke his neck.

Looking back at this moment, apart from the innocent people such as the grandpa and grandson, and the shopkeeper who got under the table in the restaurant, there was no one else who could stand, and they were basically dead bodies.

Fan Zhuoyuan slapped his hands, tore off the torn clothes, took out the spare clothes in the package and changed them on.

But the grandpa and grandson seemed to be frightened, hiding behind a tree next to the official road, looking at this side with chattering teeth.

Fan Zhuoyuan couldn't help but recalled that the grandpa and grandson had a good dinner together, and couldn't help but said: "Old man, you are right. Traveling in the rivers and lakes, monks, beggars and girls are indeed very difficult to provoke."

The grandson was quite funny, and said in a crying voice: "But the hero has provoked them all!"

The old man also muttered, "It's all fucked up!"

Fan Zhuoyuan couldn't help but want to laugh, but with his face paralyzed, he only pulled out a vicious smile, which made the grandpa and grandson tremble all over when they hugged each other.

Fan Zhuoyuan stepped on the bloody horse and said: "When you see someone as strong as me in the future, don't think it's easy to provoke!"

Talking about flattering the horse, he left in a hurry.

The grandpa and grandson waited for a long time, and faintly heard the crowing of crows. These scavengers smelled of rotten meat, and they were already impatient.

The old man asked: "It's been so long, let's go away."

The grandson also regained his composure, without the slightest fear, and said indifferently: "The sweat horse is running fast, but the officers and soldiers may be coming soon."

"Then let's work."

"Father, what else do you want to do?"

The old man rubbed his face with his hands, a layer of camouflage was removed by him, his face was clean, he looked like a well-maintained Yuanwailang.

Yuanwailang dressed as an old man said: "According to what the imperial court said, this move kills two birds with one stone. It not only helped the imperial court eliminate a few quacks who assassinated Mongolian officials, but also made Fan Zhuoyuan feud with the entire northern and southern martial arts. The goal has been achieved."

With that said, he led the young man behind him into the restaurant.

The shopkeeper's family of the restaurant happened to be walking out at this time, and the two met at the door.

"Master... This fight, is it over?" The shopkeeper's voice was still trembling.

Yuan Wai Lang smiled and nodded, "That's right, it's all over, and everyone's dead."

"Let's... quickly report to the police..."

"Don't worry, report to the officials after a few more people die."

When the shopkeeper was stunned, Yuanwailang hugged his head with both hands and twisted it hard, the shopkeeper's neck broke off and died immediately.

His wife and buddies behind him were so frightened that they immediately fell to their knees and kowtowed for mercy.

This Yuanwailang gave a grinning grin, kicked the proprietress on the chest fiercely, kicking her to death, and then swept his foot across the side of the clerk's face, kicking the clerk to death on the spot.

Immediately after entering the back kitchen, the cooks and handymen who were hiding were all beaten to death on the spot by foreign methods.

Yuan Wai Lang's son watched his father come out in amazement, and asked, "Father, why did you kill them?"

Yuan Wai Lang said coldly: "If you don't kill all the innocent people, how can you arouse the hatred of the righteous people in the Jianghu towards their Fan family?
The imperial court sent Fan Zhuoyuan here, not just hoping to make a fuss.

Hmph, let the knight-errants who disobey the imperial court fight to the death with the famous southern generals who are equally rebellious and tabooed by the imperial court, and both sides will suffer!This is the purpose of the court! "

His son wondered: "Father, we have worked so hard for the imperial court. If people find out, our reputation will be ruined... Doesn't the imperial court give us any benefits?"

"Advantages? Hmph, do you think father is so dedicated to working for the court? Since Fan Zhuoyuan's martial arts are so high, with his hands, we can completely destroy some forces that are against us in Lujiazhuang.

For example, Zhenyangzi of the Qingcheng School often sings against us, and we can also follow the law in the future.

Furthermore, when the people with lofty ideals in the martial arts are dead, we will not only be the martial arts leaders in the south of the Yangtze River, understand?
What's more, since the imperial court came to power, the local government has to rely on us tycoons to help them collect taxes.

As long as we don't learn from those idiots of the Demon Sect, we have the final say on the place and the rivers and lakes!Emperor Tu, don't you want to do it? "

His son's eyes lit up, and then he frowned and asked: "But if we use Fan Zhuoyuan's hand to wipe out the thorns in the Jianghu, then the Demon Cult must be a troublesome matter."

"So this time, it is imperative to exterminate the Demon Cult, and Fan Zhuoyuan has been assigned this task."

After his son figured it out, he followed Yuanwailang and laughed.

"Father, the matter is settled, let's go."

Yuanwailang looked at the sky, shook his head slightly and said, "No hurry, first check if there are any fish that slipped through the net here, you go around the shop and look around, I'll check these corpses outside."

The father and son acted separately, and the son saw the shopkeeper's young son hiding in a large vat.

"Yo, there's actually one hidden here!"

The toddler cried loudly, calling for his parents.

The man brought it out, pointed at the two corpses inside the shop door and said, "Your parents are right there, I will take you to see them right away."

As he spoke, he lifted the child upside down and slammed it on the ground. The brains of the child burst and he died on the spot.

The young man clapped his hands and muttered, "It's really troublesome. Fan Zhuoyuan doesn't know internal skills, and he has to use such methods to kill people so as not to be seen."

Yuanwailang searched for every corpse, and whenever he came to a corpse, he would stamp his foot on its chest to ensure that it would die.

Finally, he came to Zhen Yangzi's side, ready to act according to the law.

Zhen Yangzi suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, raised his palms violently, and slammed at Yuanwailang.

Yuanwailang was quite surprised, but his martial arts were far superior to Zhenyangzi, not to mention that Zhenyangzi was seriously injured and weak.

Even though he was attacked by surprise, Yuan Wai Lang shook it away with ease, and took two steps back by himself, looking at Zhen Yangzi who was lying on the ground, he couldn't help laughing.

"The Taoist priest is really lucky."

"Lu Xiaqian! I didn't expect you to be such a wicked hypocrite!"

The owner of the Jiangnan Lujiazhuang, the leader of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Alliance, Guo Jing's old friend and the second son of Lu Guanying, the leader of the bandits in Taihu Lake, Lu Xiaqian, had a gloomy smile on his face.

"The Taoist leader seems to have heard everything. This pretending to be dead is pretty good. Fortunately, Mr. Lu has always acted cautiously and never exposed his flaws."

(End of this chapter)