The Heroes of Gulong: Great Chefs from Past to Present

Chapter 660 Goodbye Great Compassion

The night is dark, the stars are bright, and the wind is cold.

Fog rises
Pedal, pedal, pedal.

Strange footsteps were heard on the long street. A lame man dodged the thick fog little by little, and then nodded slightly.

Looking up, I saw seven or eight people falling from the roofs on both sides of the street.

They are very light and have high martial arts skills.

Some of them held knives, some held swords, and some had nothing in their hands.

But if they want, each of them can have their own name in the world.

It's a pity that the Qinglong Society has always been hidden from the public.

However, so many masters gathered on this long street just to kill one person.

The boss of Qinglong.

Sword of Immortality.

Bai Yujing.

They looked at each other, and their eyes turned coldly towards the dark inn.

As Feng Chuanshen waved his hand, everyone began to approach.

Just as they were about to rush into the inn, the leader suddenly stretched out his hand to stop everyone.

The wind blew the wooden sign on the inn, causing a series of knocking sounds.

Accompanied by the sound of knocking, a tall "old man" holding a spear slowly walked out of the inn.

Holding the Overlord Spear, Wang Wanwu walked onto the long street alone and closed the door of the inn casually.

Li Chaofeng turned around and looked at the several men in black on the long street and said with a smile.

"Children go to bed early, so we should be gentle when we do it, so as not to disturb their sweet dreams."

Hua Ruyu looked at Wang Wanwu who suddenly appeared and asked with trembling lips.

"You weren't poisoned?"

Li Chaofeng laughed: "Are you talking about the poisonous powder that was put in the vermicelli?"

"The children were born in the Central Plains and were not used to eating Northeastern vermicelli. They found a place to secretly pour it out, which caused everyone to misunderstand."

Feng Chuanshen looked at Wang Wanwu standing on the long street with his spear across his body, ready to fight alone, and grinned.

"Can you handle all of us by yourself?"

Li Chaofeng laughed and said, "When has the number of people in the Jianghu fight exceeded that of others?"

Gang fights are not street fights.

In a street fight, two fists are no match for four hands.

But warriors have an extra layer of protective qi on their bodies compared to ordinary people.

If your attack cannot break through the protective Qi, you will not be able to hurt the warrior himself.

An ordinary second-rate gangster can fight against several street thugs.

When facing beings with lower martial arts skills than them, top masters are always invincible unless they kill them to exhaustion.

Feng Chuanshen narrowed his eyes, smiled and nodded.

"Indeed, the key to fighting in the martial arts world is not the number of people, especially in front of the Overlord Spear, having more people is never useful."

Li Chaofeng asked with a smile, holding his spear at an angle.

"Who comes first?"

Everyone stared at Wang Wanwu's clear eyes and became a little nervous.

Using a rotation battle to consume the enemy's protective energy, naturally whoever attacks first will suffer.

"Let me do it."

A cold male voice came from behind the crowd, and a man full of loneliness slowly walked forward.

Li Chaofeng knew Hua Ruyu and Xing Xuan.

But he didn't know the others.

The man had a cold and gloomy expression, but he was not very old, only about twenty-four or twenty-five.

He had no weapons in his hands, only a pair of fists.

But such a person became a pioneer?

Young and energetic?

Li Chaofeng shook his head slightly and asked, "What's your name?"

The lonely man raised his eyes: "My last name is Zhong, and my name is Destruction."

Clock destroyed?
Li Chaofeng narrowed his eyes, spoke in a relaxed tone, and nodded.

"Good name."

Zhong Miejue raised his eyes, and his gaze had become extremely cold.

"You haven't heard of this name?"

Li Chaofeng smiled: "I think I have heard of this name?"

Feng Chuanshen looked at Li Chaofeng's smile and also smiled with a frown.

"Wang Wanwu should have heard of this name, because it is very famous outside the Great Wall in recent years."

Looking at Zhong Huichui's back, Feng Chuanshen introduced with a smile, "Destroy heaven and earth, the only one in the world."

"Nine Heavens Ghost Emperor, the clock is destroyed."

Li Chaofeng sighed: "There are too many powerful names in the world."

"I once met a master of divine fists, a gun that broke nine dragons, and an invincible sword in a town."

"It's a pity that even if they attack together, they can't withstand a casual shot from me."

Looking at Zhong Huimo's indifferent face, Li Chaofeng chuckled.

"The title of Nine Heavens Ghost Emperor sounds very sinister, but you don't mind it."

Zhong Miehui didn't mind Li Chaofeng's ridicule. He just looked at the Overlord Spear in the other's hand and asked in a deep voice.

"Are you sure you want to fight me with the Overlord Spear?"

Li Chaofeng's eyes are too clear, which is the only drawback of his disguise technique.

Ding Xi could see the flaw, and Zhong Huime could see it too.

Li Chaofeng weighed the Overlord Spear in his hand and smiled.

"If you can make me put down the Overlord Spear, I will admit that you are worthy of the title of Nine Heavens Ghost Emperor."

Zhong Huimei: "Gui Dongjing is right, you are not Wang Wanwu."

Li Chaofeng raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "Is the lucky star coming back to Dongjing? Was it him who killed Wang Wanwu?"

Zhong Huimei nodded: "Yes, so he is absolutely sure that you are not Wang Wanwu."

Li Chaofeng sighed: "Tell me the secret, aren't you worried that Gui Dongjing will cause trouble for you?"

Zhong Destruction: "The dead can know any secret, because the dead will not tell secrets to anyone."

Li Chaofeng laughed: "People who are too murderous will easily shorten their lifespan."

Zhong Huihuan: "I gave you a chance, but you gave up, so you will die first."

As these words fell, the clock began to move.

Both fists struck out, quickly, but also slowly.

Fast is in the eyes of others, slow is in Li Chaofeng's heart.

With a sweep of the Overlord Spear, the tip of the spear appeared on the path that Zhong would take to be destroyed.

The Overlord Spear weighs seventy-three kilograms.

But in Li Chaofeng's hands, the weight of seventy-three kilograms seemed to never exist.

Li Chaofeng wielded the Overlord Spear with one hand as if he was wielding a bamboo pole.

As light as a feather, as fast as wind and snow.

In Zhong Huime's eyes, the Overlord Spear was slow and heavy.

The Overlord Spear is very slow and heavy, but it can appear in front of him in advance.

The opponent saw through his boxing style with just one glance.

The fists and the gun tips collided with each other, and a strong wind blew up on the long street, dispersing a lot of the fog on the street.

Zhong Huimei retreated several feet and stared at Wang Wanwu coldly.

The true qi collided and he lost.

The fake 'Wang Wanwu' is stronger than the real Wang Wanwu.

The fierce spear technique of Overlord Spear was actually used by the opponent to make it seem like lightness.

The opponent's eyesight, energy, and technique are all incredibly strong.

Zhong Huimei looked at Wang Wanwu calmly.

This battle was a battle in which he won the trust of the wind and conveyed his spirit.

If he wants to become a core member of the New Qinglong Society and eventually dismantle the Qinglong Society from the root, he needs to prove his worth.

So, he can only win, not lose.

Everyone began to feel a chill.

Li Chaofeng's eyes widened because he saw the slightly transparent blood-black true energy rising from Zhong Huimie's body.

In the dark night, this kind of true energy is not very obvious, but Li Chaofeng can see it clearly.

The true energy is overwhelming, but it can also destroy the heaven and earth.
Very strange, yet somewhat familiar.

Just after the contact, Li Chaofeng felt that the protective Qi in his body began to break and could no longer protect his whole body. He frowned and asked.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

Zhong Miejue raised his head, with a hint of blood in his eyes, and answered word by word.

"The sky falls and the earth falls, the great disintegration method."

Li Chaofeng's expression instantly became serious, and he confirmed.

"The Great Compassion Ode to the Interaction of Yin and Yang between Heaven and Earth?"

Zhong Huime did not answer this question, but turned to look at Feng Chuanshen behind him, his tone cold and ruthless.

"Your body-protecting Qi is gone, and his body-protecting Qi is gone too, so."

"Let's go together."

(End of this chapter)