Chapter 86

The routine meeting of the Soul Palace began.

The Chu Yang of other worlds explained the situation to the Chu Yang of the martial arts world, and then everyone shared their recent memories and abilities.

According to the plan, the Pirate Chu Yang found the Lineage Factor technology and successfully separated some Lineage Factors with Wood Release characteristics. The Naruto Chu Yang will use this technology to extract the required Lineage Factors from the bloodline left by the Otsutsuki clan.

Then he can try to create the Lineage Factor of the Sage of Six Paths.

Naruto Chu Yang who has already learned Sage Mode.

Plus the Lineage Factor of the Sage of Six Paths, he can perfectly replicate the Six Paths Sage Mode.

Besides that, Naruto Chu Yang had another idea.

"I want to try whether Lineage Factor technology can extract part of the Tailed Beast's chakra from the jinchuriki."

"If successful, we can fuse these chakras to create our own Ten-Tails chakra."

This idea was very interesting and immediately aroused everyone's discussion.

Magic Chu Yang said: "Theoretically, it should be possible. The Tailed Beasts themselves were obtained by splitting the Ten-Tails chakra, and different characteristics correspond to different Tailed Beasts."

"The key problem is that fusion may consume a huge amount of chakra. After all, the Tailed Beast chakra we get from the jinchuriki is incomplete and must be supplemented to ensure the success rate of fusion."

Death God Chu Yang reminded: "This plan is shelved for the time being. The important thing now is to find a way to get the Six Paths Sage Mode."

"Urahara Kisuke's training for me is almost over. Soon I will enter the Soul Society with Ichigo and the others."

"I haven't had the experience of fighting a captain-level Shinigami with all my strength, and I can't be sure how much effect Sage Mode can have."

"Six Paths Sage Mode is a very important insurance for me."

Naruto Chu Yang nodded.

Magic Chu Yang asked: "Does Urahara Kisuke's training help you sense your own Zanpakuto?"

Death God Chu Yang sighed and said: "There is an effect, but I am not Kurosaki Ichigo, and I can't do things similar to him. I have to take the conventional route and join the Shinigami camp to create my Zanpakuto."

Magic Chu Yang reminded: "You have to make good use of Observation Haki and try to avoid tricky opponents!"

"Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, Aizen Sosuke, Kyoraku Shunsui, Unohana Retsu, Zaraki Kenpachi... these are all you have to avoid."

"You can fight others boldly."

Death God Chu Yang scratched his head and mocked himself: "Counting like this, there are actually not many I have a chance of winning."

Demon Slayer Chu Yang suddenly spoke: "Regarding the Breathing of Source, I have had some insights recently. You can experience it carefully after you go back, maybe it will be helpful."

Pirate Chu Yang also followed: "Although I have been busy with Lineage Factor technology during this time, I haven't fallen behind in Haki training, don't worry."

Death God Chu Yang nodded repeatedly, "I know the intentions of you brothers. I was just joking just now. I am very confident about the trip to the Soul Society."

Marvel Chu Yang suddenly spoke: "The core of Sage Mode is the balance of three energies: body, spirit, and nature."

"There should be no natural energy in the Soul Society, right? Isn't everything there composed of Reishi?"

"In this case, how are you going to use Sage Mode?"

Death God Chu Yang was stunned.

He hadn't considered this question yet.

Marvel Chu Yang patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "Go back and practice quickly on how to use Reishi to build a new Sage Mode."

Death God Chu Yang fell into deep thought.

Marvel Chu Yang turned to look at Magic Chu Yang and asked: "Can the current level of wandless magic cast the three Unforgivable Curses?"

Magic Chu Yang shook his head. "Not yet, I can only cast some simple spells."

Marvel Chu Yang was a little regretful. He thought that if wandless magic barely reached the level of casting the Imperius Curse, he would consider joining S. H. I. E. L. D.

If he could use the Imperius Curse to control the high-level Hydra, he could get a not-so-small help.

Everyone chatted for a while, and then returned to their respective worlds.

……

Martial Arts World.

The steel knife in front was 0.01 seconds away from cutting Chu Yang's head. As he opened his eyes, black lightning invisible to ordinary people began to ravage wildly, and a terrifying force swept the surroundings.

Conqueror's Haki.

The small fry rolled his eyes and fell straight in front of Chu Yang.

Not just him, all the thugs on the entire street were hit by the Conqueror's Haki and all fainted instantly.

The muscular man with three big bags on his head felt as if his head had been hit by a hammer. Just as he reached out and touched the back of his head, he rolled his eyes and fainted as well.

He held on for two seconds longer than his little brother.

As for the big fool who led the disaster to Chu Yang, unexpectedly he didn't fall, but leaned against a pillar, swaying.

"Why is my head so dizzy suddenly?" The big fool muttered to himself, looking like he wanted to vomit but couldn't.

"Stinky kid, you almost killed me." Chu Yang walked up to him, staring at him through gritted teeth.

"This brother, sorry..." The big fool bowed to Chu Yang's side, clearly dizzy and unable to distinguish north, south, east, and west.

"No need to apologize, we are even." Chu Yang smiled, and then, in the big fool's blank eyes, knocked him unconscious directly.

Chu Yang searched him, took out all the silver and valuable things, and didn't even let go of the fur coat he was wearing.

"Leaving you a set of clothes is my mercy. Be smarter next time and don't drag innocent people in. Not everyone is as lucky as me."

Chu Yang glanced at him and walked toward the members of the "Funeral Love Family" with exaggerated hairstyles.

"No grievances, no hatred, but can kill passersby. I don't think they are good people." Chu Yang picked up the steel knife from the ground and slashed the throat of one of them lightly. "Then don't blame me for reporting grievances and hatred!"

After saying this, Chu Yang walked forward with the steel knife.

In an instant, the entire street was flowing with blood.

Chu Yang's expression was calm.

If today's encounter were changed to any ordinary commoner, they would die at the hands of this group of people without exception.

Killing them, Chu Yang had no psychological burden at all.

When Chu Yang killed until only the last one was left, the guy with three bags on his head climbed up from the ground and walked like flying.

He had some foundation in light work, but he wasn't very good. He didn't leave Chu Yang's field of vision after running for a while.

Chu Yang threw the steel knife. With the blessing of brute force, even the most ordinary weapon became a killer weapon for the King of Hell to urge life.

The person who was running away heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him. When he looked back, a steel knife was approaching from far to near, and the style was extremely familiar.

Finished!

Just as this thought flashed in his mind, the steel knife passed through his body. The terrifying power on the steel knife even carried him flying, and finally nailed him and the knife to the wall of the street.

Chu Yang walked slowly and looked up at him.

"You today... kill me, my senior brother... will not let you go."

Brother Muscular Man left a harsh word, his neck tilted and he died, his eyes wide open, full of unwillingness.

"So what? Who is your senior brother? Why is there someone who only says half of the warning?"

Chu Yang shook his head helplessly: "It was clearly you who had the intention to kill me first, and then you were killed by me. It's just karma. If you don't even have this awareness when you come out to mix, it's disappointing..."

Blood flowed down the wall. When it flowed to Chu Yang's feet, Chu Yang left, crossing the corpse with angry eyes.

Unsurprisingly, the government officials would come soon, and the big fool had been left by Chu Yang as a scapegoat.

If the big fool was lucky enough, maybe he could leave here before the government came.

The scapegoat theory is not absolute.

After a while, Chu Yang, wearing a fur coat, came to the Land Temple and searched for a circle but couldn't find the little beggar.

After asking the beggars nearby, Chu Yang knew that the little beggar didn't live here at all.

He lied to himself.

But Chu Yang could also understand.

People with unusual orientations, gathering with people, would mostly be an uncomfortable thing.

After donating some food, Chu Yang left the Land Temple.

He searched the city for a circle, but still couldn't find the little beggar.

At dusk, Chu Yang came to the restaurant to listen to books and eat as usual, but still didn't see the little beggar. Originally, Chu Yang wanted to share the joy of the plug-in arriving with the little beggar, but didn't expect this kid to lose contact.

"Such a big table of food, no one to share, all went into my stomach, really..."

"Refreshing!"

People are refreshed when they have happy events. Chu Yang gorged himself. What the hell little beggar, let the master crawl! Chu Yang, who was in a happy mood, was surprisingly quiet when listening to books today. Even if he heard ridiculous stories, he could remain calm.

"Since the last time the Northern and Southern Beggar Sects competed at Yanmen Pass, the martial arts world of the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties has been much quieter."

"However, the Ming Dynasty, which borders the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties, is surging with wind and clouds."

"The two major demon sects in the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Cult and the Sun Moon Holy Cult, have always had conflicts due to doctrinal issues, and there are constant disputes among their disciples."

"Just a few days ago, Yang Xiao of the Ming Cult and Xiang Wentian of the Sun Moon Holy Cult had a big fight. Both are Bright Left Envoys in their respective sects, and their status can be said to be above one person and below ten thousand people."

"The two of them fought, which once again pushed the disputes between the two sects to the forefront."

"As for the cause, it seems to be because of a female disciple under the Abbess Miejue of Mount Emei, named Ji Xiaofu."

"And this Fairy Ji Xiaofu, it is said, is the fiancée of Yin Liting, the Sixth Hero of Wudang Mountain, who has been missing for many years..."

Chu Yang was dumbfounded!

Ming Cult fighting Sun Moon Holy Cult?

"It's one thing for the Southern Song and Northern Song to become two countries, now even the Ming Dynasty has come out to join in the fun..."

"Qiao Feng is Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, Hong Qigong is The Legend of the Condor Heroes and The Return of the Condor Heroes, Yang Xiao is The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, Xiang Wentian is The Smiling, Proud Wanderer."

"The whole Northwest of Jin is in a mess!"

Just as Chu Yang was going home, the big fool who almost killed him was taken to a mansion overnight.

As soon as the big fool opened his eyes, he saw a fierce-looking bald man staring at him.

It scared him! "Who are you?"

"Who am I? You killed my junior brother and four apprentices, who do you say I am?"

"Junior brother and apprentices? You mean Hou Tonghai and the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River? I didn't kill them!"

"Still dare to quibble? They went there just for you, how could they die at someone else's hands!"

"I really didn't kill them!"

The big fool kept defending himself, but his mouth was too clumsy.

He kept saying it wasn't me, and the bald man didn't listen at all.

The bald man sneered: "Guo Jing! You first ruined the Prince's big event of assassinating Temujin in Mongolia, and now you killed my Sha Tongtian's junior brother and apprentices. I will never spare you no matter what!"

"I want to keep you in the Prince's Mansion and torture you slowly, making you wish you were dead! To vent my hatred!"

After speaking, Sha Tongtian let the servants drag Guo Jing away!

"Old Sha, looking at that silly boy's appearance, it doesn't look like he's lying."

The person standing next to Sha Tongtian was his good friend, Peng Lianhu, the "Thousand-Hand Human Butcher," one of the five great masters under Wanyan Honglie.

Peng Lianhu said: "Hou Tonghai and the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River's martial arts are not bad. Even if they couldn't beat this kid, it's impossible for them to be killed by him."

"I've seen the wounds. The Four Ghosts of the Yellow River were all sealed by a knife, and Hou Tonghai was pierced through the chest by a steel knife and nailed to the wall. It was also done in one move, with no other external injuries."

"Even you and I would find it difficult to do this, right?"

Peng Lianhu's words shocked Sha Tongtian! He had always had a violent temper and wouldn't think about problems when he was furious, but after listening to Peng Lianhu's analysis, he realized the seriousness of the matter.

Not to mention the apprentices, although Hou Tonghai's martial arts were not high, he could always walk a few moves in his hands, not without the power to fight back...

"Could it be that someone else did it?"

Sha Tongtian was full of doubts, wondering when he had provoked such a master.

Peng Lianhu said earnestly: "Don't move that kid for now. If he has a connection with the murderer, as long as he is here, the murderer will show up sooner or later."

"As long as he enters the Prince's Mansion, we will go to the High Monk Lingzhi and the others for help, and we will definitely be able to take down the other party!"

The more Sha Tongtian listened, the more he felt that Peng Lianhu's words made sense, and he nodded repeatedly.

Guo Jing, who was locked in the dungeon of the Prince's Mansion, felt more and more aggrieved. He really hadn't killed anyone.

But there was no second person at the scene except him.

Suddenly, a figure flashed through Guo Jing's mind.

That scholar in a long gown who looked like he had no power to truss a chicken! "Although I accidentally implicated you, you took my money, took off my coat, and actually framed me!"

"Bad guy, don't let me find you!"

Guo Jing, who didn't even know how to scold people, shed tears of grievance.

After surviving the disaster, Chu Yang's life didn't change much. He still taught during the day and listened to books at night.

In the past, Chu Yang only occasionally went to the restaurant to listen to books.

But since Little Huang suddenly disappeared, his visits to the restaurant became frequent.

Chu Yang would habitually order a table of food and wait from dusk until dark.

He was thinking, what if one day while eating, that stinky kid suddenly popped out from the corner...

But for several days, he didn't see Little Huang.

He evaporated from the world, as if he had never appeared in this city.

"That stinky kid usually has such a foul mouth and is so cheap, could it be that he offended someone, was beaten to death, and thrown into a sewer?"

The more Chu Yang thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. Little Huang had always been disrespectful when joking with him.

He used modern thinking to get along with the other party and didn't think there was any problem, but others, especially some people with status, definitely couldn't accept it.

If he offended some high-ranking official, the outcome could be imagined.

In ancient times where human life was like grass, for a beggar like Little Huang, let alone dying one, even if a hundred died, no one would care.

"Even if I report to the government, the government may not take the life and death of a little beggar to heart. To find someone, I have to rely on myself."

Having transmigrated to this world for so long, Chu Yang couldn't find a second person who could be called a friend besides Little Huang, and it was difficult for him to stand by.

The difference in values between modern people and ancient people is not a little bit. It is harder for Chu Yang to find someone to talk to on weekdays than winning the lottery.

If Little Huang really died, Chu Yang would have to return to the predicament of having no one to communicate with for a long time.

Re-entering the spiritual desert is a very terrifying thing.

After eating dinner in a hurry, Chu Yang went to the Land Temple in the east of the city again. Although Little Huang was not there, most of the beggars in the city gathered in this place.

When it comes to the ability to find people, Beggar Sect disciples are second to none, and no force dares to claim to be first.

As soon as Chu Yang walked into the temple, he smelled the stench coming towards him, which almost made him vomit his dinner.

"Mr. Chu."

The beggars in the temple saw Chu Yang's eyes light up.

They swarmed out and surrounded Chu Yang before long.

The beggars in the Land Temple were very familiar with Chu Yang, because this "Mr. Chu" often donated food to them and was one of the best kind people in the beggars' hearts.

Chu Yang didn't let them down. He bought a lot of delicious food on the way. After all, asking people to do things, it was a bit embarrassing to come empty-handed.

After throwing roasted chicken, steamed buns, and a pile of fancy food to the beggars, Chu Yang began to explain his intention.

Hearing that Chu Yang wanted to find someone, the beggars showed the momentum of Beggar Sect disciples, sweeping away their usual lazy appearance and becoming incomparably serious.

"Mr. Chu, don't worry, as long as the person you are looking for is still in the Southern Song Dynasty, we will dig three feet into the ground to find him."

The person in charge of the Land Temple was a six-bag disciple named Dayong, who made a promise with confidence, patting his chest loudly.

"Then I will trouble you all."

Chu Yang bowed to the beggars in the temple, very polite. As a famous teacher in the surrounding villages, he gave these Beggar Sect disciples enough face.

Dayong smiled from ear to ear. After his vanity was satisfied, he became extra attentive to this matter.

Chu Yang hadn't left yet, and Dayong began to order the Beggar Sect disciples under him to go out and find people.

The beggars scattered, and the Land Temple became deserted immediately.

Finding someone is not something that can have results in a while. Chu Yang saw this and didn't stay any longer, leaving the Land Temple before it got dark.

Three days later, in the early morning, when Chu Yang was having morning classes, a knock on the door suddenly sounded outside the courtyard.

Chu Yang opened the door and saw that the person who came was Dayong.

However, Dayong didn't look as confident as before. He said in a low voice with a heavy face: "Mr. Chu, we found the person, but... the situation is not optimistic."

Chu Yang frowned and said: "Brother Dayong, what do you mean?"

Dayong took a deep breath and explained: "The brothers in the gang, according to the clues you provided, found the trace of your friend. He seems to have been held hostage by a young master."

"Originally, those brothers planned to help you save the person, but that young man's martial arts are not bad, and the brothers were not the opponent of others at all, and all were injured..."

"Sorry, Mr. Chu, it's our lack of strength, we can't help you."

Chu Yang didn't say much, but turned and entered the room, took out a money bag, and stuffed it directly into Dayong's arms.

Dayong opened the bag and was shocked to see the rich money inside. He hurriedly handed the money bag back. "Can't do it, Mr. Chu, I'm ashamed enough that I couldn't help you save your friend. How can I take so much silver?!"

Chu Yang pushed his hand back and shook his head: "Take it, let the brothers see their injuries. Winter is coming soon. If they have injuries, they may not be able to survive." "Treat them well, don't let them leave any root of illness."

Dayong's eyes turned red, and he took the money bag tremblingly. "Mr. Chu, you are a good person. I thank you on behalf of the brothers. However, don't worry, I will find a way to ask the regional branch elder for help."

"No trouble." Chu Yang shook his head: "Tell me all the news about Little Huang, and I will solve the next things myself."

Dayong was anxious and persuaded: "Mr. Chu, don't be impulsive. That person is really a master. You, a scholar with no power to truss a chicken, can't beat the other party."

Chu Yang smiled: "I'm not that stupid. I will ask others to take action when the time comes."

Dayong didn't know what other masters Chu Yang knew, but seeing him confident, he didn't persuade him anymore.

"The person who held your friend hostage doesn't look like a master in the Central Plains martial arts world. The martial arts moves have a shadow of the Western Regions."

"Now they are in a Prince's Mansion in Yanjing City..."

Dayong told the specific situation, and Chu Yang felt more and more strange the more he listened.

It stands to reason that if Little Huang offended someone, he would likely be killed on the spot. What kind of master would kidnap a little beggar to such a far place?

"Damn it, could these two be an emotional dispute?"

"Mostly not a serious master..."

Chu Yang subconsciously made up a wonderful male-male drama, and then shuddered fiercely, feeling a chill in his heart.

"Fuck, suddenly I don't really want to save him..."

The next day, Chu Yang finished the last class and announced the decision to let the private school have a holiday to the students.

Cheers rang out, and the courtyard was in a mess again.

Seeing them so happy, Chu Yang also smiled happily, so he immediately assigned a large amount of holiday homework to ensure that the flowers of the motherland could spend every day fully.

The cheers stopped abruptly, the bear children were dumbfounded, and then they cried with joy.

Chu Yang smiled and nodded, and left with satisfaction.

Yanjing City is in the territory of the Jin Dynasty and is the capital of the Jin Dynasty.

It is far away from the small Southern Song town where Chu Yang is located.

This messy fusion world, the geographical map is completely different from the map in Chu Yang's memory, and the geographical knowledge he learned before has no reference value.

Maps are rare things in ancient times. Chu Yang ran through the whole small town and couldn't find a complete map.

Finally, the storyteller in the restaurant gave Chu Yang a somewhat tattered sheepskin map.

This map accompanied the storyteller to travel north and south, and it was a bit greasy to the touch. Those with poor eyesight might not be able to see the text marked on the map.

Chu Yang sighed and prepared to hit the road with the map.

Actually, Chu Yang was not worried that the map was blurry. Anyway, he was ready to fly over. As long as the reference objects were roughly correct, it would be fine.

In the middle of the night, Chu Yang used the Earth Release: Light-Weight Rock Technique to fly into the high sky. No one noticed him in the pitch-black night sky.

Looking down from the high sky, the scene was exceptionally similar to that greasy map, with a hazy feeling.

After half a stick of incense, Chu Yang had already reached the border of the Southern Song Dynasty and saw a magnificent border pass.

Further ahead is the territory of the Jin Dynasty.

Chu Yang crossed the border pass and soon reached the territory of the Jin Dynasty. He saw cities one after another, but he didn't have the feeling of "going abroad" because he couldn't see the difference between the two sides from the architectural style.

Flying along the direction indicated by the map, Yanjing City soon appeared in front of Chu Yang.

Compared to the small Southern Song town where he lived before, the Yanjing City in front of him was ten times larger. Looking from a distance, it looked like an ancient beast dormant on the ground.

Even in the middle of the night, the city was brightly lit and looked very prosperous.

The Jin people didn't seem to care much about the curfew.

The bright Yanjing City made it difficult for Chu Yang to land. After flying around the city, Chu Yang landed in the relatively quiet north of the city.

This seems to be an area where civilians gather, far from being as bright as other places.

The common people work at sunrise and rest at sunset, a piece of tranquility.

"Yanjing lives with many high-ranking officials and nobles, and there is more than one Prince's Mansion. Where is that guy Little Huang?"

"It's late at night now, most people are sleeping, Observation Haki doesn't work, I can't perceive anything..."

"Forget it, find a place to sleep, and talk about it tomorrow."

Chu Yang walked alone on the street, and the surroundings were very quiet.

Only the sound of the night watchman came intermittently.

Out of the north of the city, the light around him became much brighter, and there were more hawking sounds in Chu Yang's ears.

"Selling wontons~~~ hot wontons!"

"Roasted meat, fresh mutton, roe deer meat, fish meat, five coins a string!"

"Delicious noodle soup, eight coins a bowl!"

Looking around, the streets were almost all stalls selling late-night snacks.

Chu Yang walked by and suddenly had the illusion of being in a modern night market.

"Food is the first necessity of the people. No matter what era, the fireworks are the most soothing to people's hearts."

Chu Yang sighed, found a wonton stall and sat down, and asked for a bowl of wontons.

Smelling the fragrant wontons, Chu Yang's index finger moved, and he lowered his head to build.

Flying all night, he had been hungry for a long time.

Just when Chu Yang was burying his head in eating wontons, two figures came from not far away, looking around, and stood by the wonton stall.

The wonton stall was not big, just a small table and a few long benches.

You can sit three people, but it's a bit crowded.

So the two stared straight at Chu Yang, preparing to wait for him to finish eating before sitting down.

"Boss, two bowls of wontons!"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes voice. His temples were gray, and the wrinkles and scars on his face were crisscrossed. He looked like he had a story.

Beside the middle-aged man was a young girl. She looked quite good, not the kind of exquisite appearance, but with some heroism in her delicacy, bright eyes and white teeth.

What really caught the eye was the girl's figure, with a protruding front and back, and two long legs.

The wonton stall owner's eyes were straight.

The young girl seemed to notice the owner's gaze and shook the luggage beside her, and a sound of ping-pong collision came from inside.

The owner subconsciously looked at the luggage.

It was filled with many weapons, cold and sharp.

The owner's scalp tingled, his neck shrank, he didn't dare to look more, and lowered his head to cook wontons honestly.

Seeing this, Chu Yang raised the corners of his mouth slightly. The little girl looked good, and her temper was quite violent.

"Boss, another bowl."

As soon as Chu Yang finished speaking, he felt that the young girl standing beside him was a little unhappy.

"If you finish eating, don't leave quickly. You're not afraid of being bloated if you eat so much late at night."

The young girl whispered, but every word fell into Chu Yang's ears.

"Sorry, a bowl of wontons is really not enough to fill my hunger. I have a big appetite." Chu Yang turned his head and smiled.

Hearing this, the young girl widened her eyes suddenly.

She spoke very softly just now, and ordinary people couldn't hear it at all.

"Oh my~"

Soon, the young girl's fair and pretty face turned red, and even her ears were hot.

Chu Yang moved the bench and said: "If you two don't mind, you can sit together."

The middle-aged man glared at the young girl angrily, then clasped his fists at Chu Yang: "My daughter is young and speaks without thinking. I hope this brother won't take it to heart."

Chu Yang smiled lightly: "No problem."

The middle-aged man smiled, sat beside Chu Yang very naturally, and didn't forget to look back at his daughter.

Although he didn't speak, the girl felt her father's reprimanding eyes, hurriedly lowered her head and sat down, and said sorry.

Chu Yang politely replied that it didn't matter. He didn't take it to heart at all.

"Little brother looks like a scholar. I didn't expect to have such handsome martial arts. It's really not to be judged by appearance."

The middle-aged man felt that Chu Yang's five senses were so keen that he should be a practitioner, and his strength was not bad.

"This brother praised me too much. I just know some superficial fist and foot skills."

After speaking, Chu Yang focused on eating wontons, making the middle-aged man who wanted to exchange a few polite words remain silent, and followed him to lower his head to eat.

While the girl was eating, she secretly looked at Chu Yang. This gentle scholar didn't look like a master at all.

Before the girl could look at him a few more times, Chu Yang finished the wontons in the bowl in three or two strokes, paid the bill, and left without looking back.

"Dad, is that person really a master?" Looking at Chu Yang's back, the girl didn't believe it.

The middle-aged man frowned and hesitated: "He should be a master. The feeling that young man gave me is very strange, but I can't say where it is strange..."

The girl was confused.

The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled: "Whether he is a master or not has nothing to do with me. If I have this time, I might as well think about tomorrow's martial arts competition."

The four words "martial arts competition" made a faint sorrow flash in the girl's eyes.

Chu Yang, who was full of food and drink, found an inn and had a good sleep.

Early the next morning, he inquired about the intelligence of the Prince's Mansion all over Yanjing City.

Dayong only said that Little Huang was kidnapped into a Prince's Mansion.

He didn't make it clear which Prince's Mansion it was.

But Chu Yang soon determined the target.

Because he heard a familiar name while inquiring about the news.

Zhao Prince's Mansion.

Wanyan Honglie.

As the opener of the plot line of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Wanyan Honglie is a very important character.

There are many martial arts figures in the Zhao Prince's Mansion who can be called masters, and only people in the Zhao Prince's Mansion in the entire Yanjing City can hurt so many Beggar Sect disciples.

As for who Little Huang offended, it doesn't matter now.

To save Little Huang, Chu Yang has to go to the Zhao Prince's Mansion in person.

In broad daylight, the Prince's Mansion must be heavily guarded, but Chu Yang doesn't care at all.

Even if he breaks in, he can ensure that he comes and goes freely.

None of the so-called masters in the Zhao Prince's Mansion are his one-move enemies.

After asking a few passersby and determining the location of the Zhao Prince's Mansion, Chu Yang set off immediately, along the bustling street, to the center of Yanjing City.

After passing through several alleys, the street ahead suddenly became lively.

The common people didn't know what they were looking at, crowding together, blocking the road tightly.

Chu Yang smacked his lips and suddenly understood why Thanos wanted to snap his fingers.

He stood on tiptoe and looked at the crowd ahead, thinking about how to get out, and then heard a scream.

I saw a figure falling heavily on the open space in front of Chu Yang, like a fish that accidentally jumped ashore, flapping violently, his teeth aching.

"Good guy, what kind of acrobatics is this?"

Chu Yang looked up and saw a platform in front, with a flag standing on it, fluttering in the wind, with four big characters written on the flag.

Martial arts competition!

And this brother lying on the ground was obviously kicked off the platform.

It looks like he won't be able to get better for ten days and a half months.

And on the platform, the winner was actually a bald monk.

"So desperate? Did the monks come too?"

"The gender ratio is very unbalanced now, and even the monks are afraid of not finding a wife..."

Chu Yang shook his head and sighed. He didn't expect to worry about the fertility rate after coming to ancient times.

Martial arts competition is so desperate, why don't you find a restaurant to sit down and talk about life? Confused! It's better to compare the bride price than martial arts.

The big monk stood on the platform and shouted wildly: "Who else?!"

Chu Yang was amazed. This master is really a person of temperament. He must smoke and drink on weekdays.

After waiting for a while, the crowd watching the excitement didn't mean to disperse, so Chu Yang planned to take a detour. If he squeezed hard, it would be no different from a tank crushing over this group of people.

Just at this moment, a young man with gorgeous clothes and handsome appearance suddenly appeared in the crowd. He jumped up in three steps and two steps, stepped on the shoulders of passersby, and rushed straight to the platform, seemingly intending to participate in this martial arts competition.

The young man's handsome face, plus such a cool appearance, attracted everyone's attention.

Even the girl who was competing for marriage on the platform was stunned.

A proud look flashed in the young man's eyes. He liked the feeling of being the focus.

Next second.

His feet sank, as if he were hung by a heavy burden.

The elegant posture stopped abruptly, and a teasing voice sounded in his ears at the same time.

"You pretend to be forced, but what's the matter with stepping on my head?"

Chu Yang buckled the young man's ankle, his face full of unhappiness.

If it weren't for his quick eyes and fast hands, this guy would have stepped on his head and flew onto the platform.

The handsome guy was very embarrassed.

He was now buckled by Chu Yang with one foot, and the other foot stepped on the shoulder of an aunt who was watching the excitement.

The aunt was not angry, but looked up and smiled foolishly at him, with deep affection between her eyebrows, just like some star-chasing fans.

The handsome guy shivered, put away the foot that stepped on the aunt, and kicked Chu Yang's face fiercely.

While Chu Yang buckled his ankle, he raised his elbow and topped it forward against the kicking toe.

With the blessing of powerful strength, Chu Yang's elbow was no different from a siege hammer. The moment the handsome guy kicked, *crack*, the whole foot suddenly lost consciousness.

The severe pain made the handsome guy turn into a white-faced student directly. Not only was his face pale, but even his breathing became rapid.

Chu Yang smiled and threw him to the ground. The white-faced student felt the world spinning.

This person was extremely ruthless. With Chu Yang's temper, he must clean him up well.

Just as the white-faced student was about to land, two people rushed out of the crowd, one was a lama wearing a red robe and cassock, and the other was a white-haired old man.

The lama used copper cymbals to slash at Chu Yang's wrist that buckled the white-faced student, and the old man shot several strange-looking nails with his bare hands, pointing directly at Chu Yang's chest.

The two attacked Chu Yang's exposed vacancy at the same time, wanting to force Chu Yang back and save the white-faced student.

"Be careful!"

Seeing Chu Yang's face, the girl on the platform remembered what happened at the wonton stall last night and couldn't help but remind him.

What she didn't expect was that this scholar-dressed young man didn't mean to retreat at all. Facing the sneak attack, he still chose to smash the person in his hand to the ground!

*Boom!!! * The white-faced student spat out a large mouthful of blood, and was almost fainted by the pain! What a ruthless person!

Everyone present felt a chill in their hearts.

At the same time, both the copper cymbals and the nails hit Chu Yang's body.

This scholar is dead! The girl subconsciously had this thought in her heart.

Not just her, everyone else present had the same idea.

However, the moment the copper cymbals slashed on Chu Yang's wrist, the lama's face changed.

From the touch fed back by the copper cymbals, he felt that he didn't hit a human body, but a diamond with extremely high hardness.

This slash made his entire right arm numb.

Under the protection of Armament Haki, the nails that shot into Chu Yang's chest hit a steel plate, and fell to the ground with a *ding-ding-dang-dang* sound.

"Not good, it's a master of horizontal training!"

The lama's pupils shrank suddenly and shouted to remind his companion.

He was about to retreat, but his line of sight happened to collide with Chu Yang's.

The coldness in Chu Yang's eyes was like a biting cold wind, blowing into the lama's bones, making his hair stand up.

I saw Chu Yang stretch out his other hand and press it on the copper cymbals, kneading it.

The copper cymbals made of refined steel were like grass paper, and were forcibly kneaded into a ball by Chu Yang, wrapping the lama's hand inside and unable to move! The lama's eyes were scared straight, with an expression of seeing a ghost.

He had been in the martial arts world for decades, and this was the first time he had seen someone who could knead refined steel into scrap iron with his bare hands.

The old man on the side originally wanted to help, but stopped when he saw this, and stepped out a long footprint on the ground.

(End of chapter)