Chapter 77: Defeating the Four Great Evils

"I hope the little friend will tell the old man the source of this news."

After drinking back Seeing Yue Laosan, Duan Yanqing continued to ask.

Zhang Jie smiled slightly when he heard this: "What if I don't want to say it?"

"Little gentleman, don't be ungrateful."

Ye Erniang looked at Zhang Jie, who was elegant and outstanding, and smiled foolishly:

"Such a handsome face, if it were scratched, it wouldn't look good."

"Damn! Is this Ye Erniang crazy?"

Seeing Sun Erniang inexplicably have a bit of sickness, Zhang Jie had ten thousand grass-mud horses galloping in his heart.

He only knew that Ye Erniang liked to abuse and kill infants, but he didn't know that she also liked to abuse and kill handsome teenagers.

However, Zhang Jie thought again:

"Maybe after Xiao Yuanshan stole her child, she was already crazy."

And a madman can do anything crazy.

"How did the little friend consider it?"

Duan Yanqing showed great patience.

It was not that his temper had improved after years of self-cultivation,

but that this news was too important to him.

"If Crown Prince Yanqing wants to know, then come and get it yourself."

Zhang Jie threw the chess piece in his hand back into the chess basket and took a step forward.

"Arrogant boy!"

This time, the irritable Seeing Yue Laosan couldn't bear it anymore;

he raised the crocodile-mouth shear in his hand and rushed toward Zhang Jie like a mad crocodile.

This time, Duan Yanqing didn't make a sound, defaulting to Seeing Yue Laosan's action.

His patience had a limit!

"Don't be rampant!"

Fan Bailing held the chessboard and greeted Seeing Yue Laosan.

Sss!

The chessboard collided with the crocodile-mouth shear, sparking a series of sparks.

Fan Bailing's chessboard was actually made of gold and iron!

While Fan Bailing and Seeing Yue Laosan were fighting inextricably,

Ye Erniang and Yun Zhonghe didn't have any actions, letting Duan Yanqing slowly approach Zhang Jie.

In their eyes, their leader Duan Yanqing taking down Zhang Jie, a young man, was just like taking something out of a bag.

"Since the little friend refuses a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, don't blame the old man."

Duan Yanqing said with ventriloquism while walking forward slowly.

"Crown Prince Yanqing, please do as you please."

Zhang Jie still had a smile on his face.

He wasn't looking for the Four Great Evils to treat them to dinner!

Just at this moment, Zhang Jie's body moved slightly, and he moved a few steps in the blink of an eye.

It turned out that when Zhang Jie was answering, Duan Yanqing took the opportunity to lift his iron crutch with his right hand and pointed at Zhang Jie from afar.

Sss~

A sound like tearing leather came from the cliff wall behind Zhang Jie.

A hole the size of a thumb, of unknown depth, appeared on it.

If this hit a vital point, even a first-rate master would die on the spot!

"Crown Prince Yanqing's One-Finger Zen can be said to have reached perfection!"

Zhang Jie praised lightly, as if Duan Yanqing was not attacking him.

Zhang Jie was truly praising; Duan Yanqing, after being disabled, could still find another way,

using the iron crutch made of different iron in his hand to cooperate with his One-Finger Zen power,

hitting out finger power similar to the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, which is a typical example of being disabled but having a strong will.

Sss sss~

Duan Yanqing didn't speak, and pointed out several crutches in a row.

He didn't believe that Zhang Jie could dodge so many attacks at once!

However, considering that Zhang Jie was the only one who knew the source of the news,

these attacks were not aimed at Zhang Jie's head, heart, and other vital points,

but were aimed at the hands, feet, and limbs, attempting to abolish Zhang Jie's mobility.

"North Sea Divine Skill!"

Faced with the finger power that was about to approach, Zhang Jie's mind moved,

and the nearly substantial North Sea True Qi turned into a vortex and shrouded him.

Sss sss~

Duan Yanqing's several finger powers that were sure to win turned into mud into the sea within three feet of Zhang Jie and were turned into nothingness.

"Protective Qi!"

Duan Yanqing's pupils shrank.

The internal energy of a first-rate master is gradually perfect, and under the infusion of internal energy, every punch and kick has the strength of a thousand catties.

And a top master has already begun to explore heaven and earth, and internal energy has turned into true Qi, which can leave the body for several feet without disappearing.

Under the protective Qi, a top master is like wearing heavy black iron armor;

before the Qi is exhausted, it is impossible for swords, soldiers, water, and fire to hurt!

Ye Erniang, who was on the side, was stunned.

If it weren't for the fact that the Xixia Yipin Hall, which they, the Four Great Evils, served, had a top master,

she would have thought that top masters in the world had gone extinct.

Even that man she was thinking about and had not forgotten for decades was still a first-rate master.

Yun Zhonghe, who was already on the edge of the battlefield, saw that the situation seemed to be not good, and had already begun to move to the periphery.

If it weren't for Duan Yanqing's deep prestige in his heart, plus Zhang Jie was too young, he would have been ready to run away.

"Drink!"

Faced with Zhang Jie, whose realm was one level higher than his, Duan Yanqing did not retreat, but instead bullied himself forward,

and a pair of iron crutches smashed toward Zhang Jie with a whistling wind.

"Water hits three thousand miles!"

Zhang Jie didn't dodge or evade, his jade-like right hand pinched a fist seal that was like a claw but not a claw,

and like a seal but not a seal, and was about to collide with Duan Yanqing.

Whoosh!

A sound of breaking gold and splitting stones reached Duan Yanqing's ears.

In a trance, he seemed to see a roc bird that was thousands of miles long,

with wings like clouds hanging from the sky, waving its claws like Mount Tai toward him.

This is a martial art that Zhang Jie specially created for the North Sea Divine Skill.

North Sea is the sea of return to ruins!

In the North Sea, the most powerful is naturally the Kunpeng that enters the sea to become a Kun and goes to the sky to become a Peng!

"Drink!"

Duan Yanqing, knowing that this was Zhang Jie's powerful spiritual infection, gritted his teeth and used pain to break the illusion.

But just as Zhang Jie's fist seal came into contact with his iron crutch,

he only felt a force like a mountain and sea coming from above.

"Drink ah!"

Duan Yanqing, knowing it was time to fight for his life, squeezed every bit of strength from his body.

Crack, crack.

The rock under his feet turned into powder under the great force!

For a time, the two seemed to be deadlocked.

"Opportunity!"

Yun Zhonghe, who was on the side, had flickering eyes.

If there was a chance, he wouldn't mind cooperating with his leader Duan Yanqing to defeat Zhang Jie.

"Such a genius is going to die in my hands today!"

Yun Zhonghe's heart flashed with various dark thoughts.

With the pleasure of stifling a genius, he stepped on his feet and was about to go around behind Zhang Jie.

"One-Finger Zen is indeed extraordinary, but it's time to end."

Zhang Jie, who watched the six roads and listened to all directions, saw Yun Zhonghe's movements, and the strength in his hand increased by three points.

Sss sss.

Under this sudden force, Duan Yanqing's iron crutch began to bend.

Under the shroud of Zhang Jie's fist intent, he "saw" the roc bird again.

However, at this time, the roc bird jumped up and turned into a big fish that was thousands of miles long.

"Kun!"

Inexplicably, Duan Yanqing knew the name of the big fish.

Crack, crack.

The iron crutch in Duan Yanqing's hand broke inch by inch.

Zhang Jie stroked his head, and he immediately rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Cannot be resisted!"

Seeing his leader taken down by Zhang Jie in one move, Yun Zhonghe was terrified, knowing that Zhang Jie was not someone he could touch.

He turned his body, like a red-crowned crane spreading its wings, drifting down the mountain for tens of meters in an instant.

Clang!

The crocodile-mouth shear in Seeing Yue Laosan's hand fell to the ground.

Knowing that his light work was the worst and he couldn't run away, he gave up resistance.

Ye Erniang also wanted to run, but her light work was not Zhang Jie's opponent.

Zhang Jie stepped on the Lingbo Micro-steps and came to her in two or three steps, subduing her with one finger.

"Master Nephew, watch them well."

Zhang Jie handed the unconscious Duan Yanqing and Ye Erniang, who was acupointed and unable to move, to Fan Bailing.

"Yes, Master Uncle."

Fan Bailing, who was shocked by Zhang Jie, respectfully responded.

"Seeing Yue Laosan, you won't run, right?"

Zhang Jie focused his eyes on Seeing Yue Laosan.

"No, no!"

Seeing Yue Laosan shook his head repeatedly.

What is the difference between running away in front of such a master and sending yourself to death?

"That's good."

Zhang Jie nodded, then walked down the mountain with leisurely steps.

"Brother Fan, can you introduce this Sect Leader of yours to me?"

Seeing Yue Laosan followed Fan Bailing to get close.

Although he was not very smart, his instinct told him that

pleasing a strong person like Zhang Jie would be very good for him.

Knowing more, at least he wouldn't commit the taboos of such masters.

He didn't want to be killed by Zhang Jie one day because he stepped out with his left foot first.

"Let me tell you, my Xiaoyao Sect's Sect Leader..."

After the double shock of chess skills and martial arts,

Fan Bailing, who had turned into Zhang Jie's fanboy, began to brag about Zhang Jie to Seeing Yue Laosan.

"Breathe, breathe!

That guy didn't chase, right?"

However, Yun Zhonghe, who had run to the foot of Leigu Mountain in the time of a pillar of incense, was panting while running,

and looked back from time to time, fearing that Zhang Jie would chase him.

"Should I rest for a while?"

Tired enough, Yun Zhonghe, whose feet were like lead, prepared to rest for a while.

"Yun Zhonghe, your light work is good, but this endurance seems not good!"

Just at this moment, a voice with a teasing meaning entered Yun Zhonghe's ears.

"Nonsense!

I, Yun Zhonghe, am vigorous and powerful; how can my endurance be not good?"

Involving a man's dignity, Yun Zhonghe subconsciously retorted.

And he, Yun Zhonghe, is a flower-picking thief!

You say the flower-picking thief is not good; what is the difference between this and saying the fisherman is empty-handed every time?

However, the next second he felt something was wrong; why was this voice so familiar?

Yun Zhonghe stiffly turned his neck, and then saw the person he least wanted to see behind him.

Yun Zhonghe barely squeezed a smile:

"Yi! Can we reconcile?"

"What do you think?"

Zhang Jie asked back leisurely.

"Can you spare my life?

Even if you want the Emperor's daughter of the Great Song or the princess of Western Xia, I can find them for you."

Yun Zhonghe, who keenly felt that Zhang Jie was also a refined scumbag, started his beauty offensive.

"Damn!

You are slandering me, slandering me!"

Seeing Yun Zhonghe's appearance of being a fellow traveler, Zhang Jie was furious.

He, Zhang Jie, intends to learn from Prince Duan, but that doesn't mean he wants to be a flower-picking thief!

The so-called romantic person leaves feelings everywhere, and the low-class person leaves money everywhere.

He, Zhang Jie, just intends to be a romantic but not low-class prodigal son of love.

What's more, a flower-picking thief like Yun Zhonghe

is the lowest of the low-class, the kind that everyone should kill!

The angry Zhang Jie struck like lightning, and before Yun Zhonghe could react, he pointed at his brow, letting him fall into an infant-like sleep. ===== CHAPTER 78 =====