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Chapter 1819 Chapter Zhao Kuangyin Changquan [Free]

"You bastard! You actually gave a hero away for only ten cents. You don't know a good man. In the future, I will make you, Wang Yanchao, kneel down in front of me and kowtow and beg for mercy!" At the door of a mansion surrounded by elite soldiers, a young man who was less than 20 years old cursed directly.

"Hey, man, stop talking nonsense. My master clearly gave you 1000 coins, how come it became ten coins in your mouth?" Hearing the young man's curse, the leader of the guards at the door asked angrily.

"Ten years ago, ten coins could buy four steamed buns, and now one thousand coins can only buy four steamed buns, so a thousand coins is just ten coins!" the young man snorted coldly.

"You... you are full of twisted ideas, which are totally unreasonable!" The guard leader was not good at speaking and had not read much. He could not think of how to refute for a while, so he could only say, "If you think the thousand coins are not worth it and it has damaged your heroism, then return the thousand coins to me and save your reputation as a hero."

"What a joke! How can you get back the money you gave out? Why should I pay it back?" the young man cursed with a smile.

"Then you are not allowed to scold my master again!" the guard leader shouted angrily.

"I'm going to scold you! I'm going to scold you! Not only do I want to take the money, I'm also going to scold this man. Wang Yanchao, you're a ruthless villain. I came all the way here to seek refuge with you, but you treated me like a piece of trash. In the future, I will make you apologize in front of me to avenge today's shame!" The young man cursed directly at the gate of Wang Yanchao's mansion.

"You bastard, stop insulting my master! Give me back his money!" The guard commander was immediately furious and stretched out his hand to snatch the purse from the young man.

The commander of the guards was also a soldier who had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Although he had not learned any martial arts from famous sects, he was well versed in the killing skills he had learned on the battlefield.

As he stretched out his hand to grab the purse, there was a murderous intent in his steps. His right foot was slightly raised, and he was about to grab the purse before he kicked the opponent hard in the lower back.

If this kick lands solidly, even if the young man doesn't die now, his blood will stagnate and his meridians will be severed, turning him into a cripple. Not to mention fighting with others, he won't be able to even get up from the bed. He will have to be a cripple lying in bed for the rest of his life.

But the commander of the guards never thought that he had met a figure and genius that only appears once in hundreds of years. When the young man saw the commander of the guards' actions, he glanced at him with disdain and actually reached forward to meet the other's hand. The commander of the guards' hand, which had been firmly grasped, actually fell directly into the air.

But it didn't matter. When the guard commander was about to turn around and grab it again, a fist hit him directly under the armpit. The commander felt an unimaginable force exploding in his body. He didn't care about any moves after that. He just fell to the ground, hugged himself, and let out a violent wail.

Wow, this young man actually defeated a soldier who had fought on the battlefield for more than ten years in just one round.

The guards who were watching the show around were still wondering how their commander was going to torture this ignorant guy, but they didn't expect that he would be knocked to the ground in one round.

These soldiers were usually as close as brothers, and when they saw their leader being treated like this, they naturally would not watch the show any longer. Instead, they picked up their weapons and surrounded and killed the young man.

These soldiers knew how capable their leader was, and they were defeated in one round. They no longer looked down on the young man, but instead treated him as a formidable enemy. They all drew their weapons and even formed a military formation to kill the young man on the spot. However, the young man still showed no disdain, and had no intention of retreating. Instead, he stepped forward and directly affected the military formation composed of dozens of soldiers holding spears and swords. He himself had no weapons in his hands, only a pair of fists.

When these soldiers saw that someone actually dared to charge the army formation with bare hands, they all laughed in their hearts and thought that this man was dead. However, at the moment they were laughing in their hearts, the young man in front of them had disappeared. By the time they reacted, the young man had already charged into the army formation at an extremely fast speed.

Then, a pair of bare fists were seen flying across the army. The fists did not look big, just ordinary skin wrapped with tendons and bones. Even if they hit the body, it would only cause some pain at most.

But no one expected that this man's fists were very special. They were like two doors, blocking, pushing, moving, or dodging all the stabbing weapons. All the soldiers who were hit by the fists seemed to be silent and motionless. But the next moment, these soldiers would hug the parts of themselves that were hit, fall straight to the ground, and let out a series of miserable wails. The scene was extremely terrifying.

As a result, within half an incense stick of time, dozens of soldiers were all knocked to the ground, their weapons scattered all over the ground, and they covered their wounds and screamed, without any resistance. However, the young man was unharmed, just looking at the photo of the defense envoy's residence with disdain, and finally spat with contempt, then he jumped over the nearby courtyard wall with a stride, and flew up like a roc spreading its wings, and disappeared in a moment.

When Wang Yanchao, the defense commander of Fuzhou, received the news, he rushed over from his mansion and saw his most elite soldiers lying on the ground.

At this time, the area was already full of onlookers. From their mouths, he learned that he was actually knocked to the ground with his bare hands by the son of his old friend who he had just sent away with a thousand coins. He was extremely shocked and regretful at the same time. He muttered to himself, "With such martial arts skills, I'm afraid there is no second one in the whole world. How did this fragrant boy practice such kung fu!"

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"Boss, I only have this thousand coins. Just serve me food!" At a roadside stall, a young man who had just finished a fight threw his money bag on the table. The boss took a look and then bent over and said, "Uncle, the price of grain has risen a lot. This is the Tiancheng coin issued by the pseudo-Tang Dynasty. Although it is a thousand coins, the copper inside is not as good as a hundred Kaiyuan Tongbao coins. How about three steamed buns and a bowl of bean porridge?"

"Oh, if I had known this stuff was worthless, go away! Go away!" the young man cursed. The boss hurriedly brought the steamed buns up. The young man looked at the black steamed buns in front of him with depression. He didn't know how much black bean dregs were mixed in. He said, "Oh, isn't this black bean dregs used to feed horses? I have tasted all kinds of delicacies in Kaifeng City, but I never thought that today I would have to eat with cows and horses. It's so bitter!"

Although he said this, the young man still put the steamed bun into his mouth one bite at a time, and ate the porridge at hand. He was quite straightforward until a generous voice came from the side and said, "Boss, give my friend a plate of beef, at least the hind leg meat!"

"Who are you?" Although he was being fed, the young man still looked at the guy next to him who was not much older than him with great vigilance.

"Haha, don't be surprised, brother. My name is Chai Rong, and I'm a businessman. I just saw the battle between you and your fighter at the gate of the defense envoy. Especially your boxing skills, it was really amazing. It looked like the Luohan Fist of Shaolin School, but it was also confusing. I hope you can teach me what school or sect of martial arts this is!" Chai Rong asked curiously.

"Since you asked, I am not afraid to tell you. Although my fist has a little Shaolin background, it is the result of my daily practice with tens of thousands of Jin imperial guards from Jiamaying, and the integration of martial arts from the ten great imperial guards' coaches. Finally, I integrated it all together and created it myself!"

"My boxing style is based on the internal strength of Buddhism and the method of practicing qi of Taoism, and it is created by adding the moves acquired from the battles of hundreds of thousands of soldiers. It's called...it's called...yes, it's called Zhao Kuangyin Changquan!" The young man said proudly at last.

(End of this chapter)