City Marshal

"Fat Dahai, you're finally here." Changsun Jincheng let out a sigh of relief, his eyes couldn't hide his joy: "How should Changsun Jincheng thank you?"

"I owed you my life ten years ago, and I will pay you back in ten years." The sound of the guzheng stopped, and an emotionless voice suddenly floated out. Everyone followed the sound, and a seven-foot-five man appeared in the corner of the hall. A middle-aged man about 190 inches tall and weighing [-] catties, dressed in a Tang suit, holding a simple guzheng in his hands, his face looked very indifferent. Not only did his fat body not make people feel slow and bloated, on the contrary, it gave people a sense of indifference. Strong, flexible impression, and domineering exudes from the whole body.

Just when everyone took a closer look at Pang Dahai, everyone was disappointed. Pang Dahai turned out to be blind, with only black holes in his eye sockets, and no eyeballs to stare at.

Originally, the members of Changsun Jincheng's general gang felt relieved when they saw Changsun Jincheng's happy face, thinking that the experts invited by Changsun Jincheng to help out must be quite powerful. If he kept it, who would have known that he was blind, a chubby blind man with agility, but no matter how powerful the blind man was, he would still be blind, so what effect would it have?

However, the eldest grandson Jincheng felt relieved and delighted that he had never felt before. He had seen Pang Haihai's shocking battle ten years ago, holding a guzheng, and fighting 54 knife bandits alone in a bad valley in Heilongjiang, where the guzheng sounded , there must be a knife bandit who died, but just a moment before that battle, he had already been plotted by others, blinded, listening to the wind and arguing for position, looking especially tragic and pitiful in the evil valley where the mountain wind is howling.

Even so, when he was deeply injured, he still hacked and killed 53 sword bandits. When the last knife bandit stabbed Pang Dahai with a horrified smile, Changsun Jincheng didn't know what kindness he had. Killed the four knife bandits to the ground, saving Pang Dahai's life.

After Pang Dahai was rescued by the eldest grandson Jincheng, he left him a token and address, and said flatly, "I owe you my life, and I will pay you back at any time." Then he disappeared into the vast mountains with scars all over his body.

This time the eldest grandson Jincheng was made ashamed by Chu Tian, ​​and Sister Li's killers were not enough for Chu Tian to kill. In anxiety, she immediately thought of Pang Dahai, and of Pang Dahai's incomparable strength and skill, so I sent someone to look for it with a token, but I didn't expect him to come.

Chu Tian glanced at Fat Hai for a few times, and his heart tightened slightly. Looking at the other's chubby hands, finger joints, and wrists, he knew that the other party was definitely a master of masters. Iron Bushan must have practiced a lot. Although he is blind, he doesn't seem to be so flexible, but Zhang Sun Jincheng actually used it against him, with a relaxed and relieved look on his face. Then this fat sea must be extraordinary. He must not take it lightly, or he will inevitably be killed by those chubby hands playing the guzheng.

Therefore, many times, the people who understand you are not necessarily your friends, but often your enemies.

Chu Tian smiled slightly, and said, "You hid in the corner of the hall for a whole night, and I was restless all night."

Fat Dahai sighed, his face was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and he said lightly: "I thought I didn't need to make a move anymore, I thought I didn't need to play the 'Fishing Boat Singing Night' on my zither that has been quiet for ten years, unfortunately, you are a master, The most powerful master I have ever seen in my life, I don't want to fight to the death with you, but I owe my eldest grandson Jincheng a life, how can I not pay him back?"

Chu Tian also sighed, shook his head, his eyes gradually lit up, and said, "You are a respectable opponent, let's fight, I will respect you regardless of life or death."

Fat Dahai nodded, with a slight sadness on his face, and said softly: "If you die, I will bow to you three times. If I die, you will bow to me three times too."

Chu Tian nodded, his eyes were full of sympathy and sympathy for each other.

Pang Dahai put the guzheng on the ground, his eyes gradually calmed down, his chubby hands slowly caressed the guzheng, the guzheng sounded "Zheng, zheng, zheng", and everyone present was moved by the sound of Pang Dahai's guzheng Fascinated, I feel soothing and elegant, and even have a feeling of refreshment, as if seeing the warm scene of fishing boats returning from cutting water at sunset; It's about to perform a guzheng performance, who knows that this is another song for breaking the soul.

Chutian's expression became a bit dignified, his eyes never left Pang Haihai's hands, those plump but nimble hands that didn't tremble, caressing the guzheng, behind the calm expression, there was a dangerous hidden danger Murderous intent, maybe when he relaxes a little, Pang Dahai will kill him without mercy and without any emotion.

'Zheng, zheng, zheng. After Pang Haihai finished playing the brisk tune, his expression tightened suddenly, he stabilized the guzheng with his left hand, and popped out a rapid note with his right hand'Zheng, ZHANG. In Chutian's eyes, he could clearly see the three zither strings shooting out of the zither, shooting towards Chutian's chest fiercely. Chutian had no doubt that as long as he was hit by these three zither strings, he would never No chance of survival.

Chu Tian moved slightly, picked up three machetes again and again, and shot at the three guzheng strings, "Dang, dang, dang" the machete hit the guzheng strings, and they were broken in two. The sky was shocked, the blind man's zither strings and strength were too domineering. At this time, the zither strings that broke the machete were still shooting towards Chu Tian, ​​and the momentum was not weakened at all by the machete's obstruction.

Those disciples of the General Gang took a breath suddenly. At first they thought that the blind man had nothing to recommend him, but now he realized that this fat sea is really not simple. He played a guzheng so well in his hand. When the guzheng sounded, Just killing intent, if someone told them before that the sound of the piano can kill people, then they would definitely laugh, but now they have no doubts.

At this moment, none of the disciples of the General Gang felt that Pang Dahai was useless, and they admitted with shame in their hearts that they would never be able to escape this thunderous blow.

Chu Tian's Ming Hong Dao spun around and entangled Pang Dahai's guzheng string forcefully. The two domineering forces collided instantly, and the exquisite and sharp guzheng string finally broke under the internal force confrontation of the two masters. , each other's tiger's mouth is aching.

Pang Dahai's face changed slightly, he didn't expect Chutian to be so young, besides his skill, his inner strength was even stronger, he really couldn't imagine how Chutian had such skill and inner strength.

Taking advantage of the moment when Pang Haihai was a little dazed, Chu Tian rolled up the seven short knives of the shemale under his feet and hurriedly shot at Pang Haihai. The shot shot at Pang Haihai's throat, chest, forehead, heart, shoulder, and the surrounding spectators were all shocked, thinking that Chu Tian would stab Pang Haihai into a hornet's nest. After bouncing off, Pang Dahai stood there unscathed, not even a trace of being touched by the knife.

The eldest grandson Zijun applauded involuntarily, and Sister Li responded enthusiastically, as if seeing Chutian's tragic end, the grief and indignation in her eyes faded a lot, replaced by more resentment.

Changsun Jincheng sighed softly: "Brother Lin, tonight, Changsun Jincheng will avenge you, so you can leave with peace of mind."

Pang Haihai's heart was shocked at this moment, and he suddenly found out that he had been tricked by Chutian. The guzheng, which was stabbed to death by Chutian's other two short knives, sighed inwardly. If he hadn't been such a hero, the guzheng might not have been pierced by Chutian's short knives and cut the strings of the guzheng. It seemed that everything was God's will.

Pang Dahai kicked away the guzheng that he had been with for many years, took a step, and said to Chu Tian: "You are far more clever than I imagined, and you are difficult to deal with. You are the No. 1 who pierced my guzheng."

Chu Tian smiled lightly and said softly, "Thank you."