Chapter 172 Myth or Legend

If the Cao Gang now has the help of the Shu Prince Mansion, it would be like a tiger to strengthen its wings. It would be difficult to suppress those rebels.

If this matter is true, then it would be a fool to retake the Cao Gang again. Wang Yuling knew it in his heart, so he urgently wanted to confirm how credible this was: "You are Princess Pingnan, right?"

A trace of pain flashed in Zhu Pingnan's eyes. Now that the entire Bashu fell into the hands of the Red Army, there was no suspense. Although the Red Army released the King of Shu, the pain of the destruction of the country was more uncomfortable than living.

What was even more unexpected was that the government army missed this opportunity in vain.

None of these matters anymore. What really made Zhu Pingnan feel sad was that the people in the world were all ungrateful villains. The Red Army distributed the land belonging to the Shu Prince's Mansion to them, but they all looked up to the Red Army.

I forgot that the Shu Palace was run by the Shu Palace in Bashu for more than two hundred years. If it weren't for the Shu Palace, these villains would have died long ago.

Taking the land of the Shu Palace completely exposed their true faces, completely forgot about the goodness of the Shu Palace, and was really ungrateful.

Thinking of this, Zhu Pingnan's eyes flashed with crystal tears, and he bowed and said, "I dare not! There is no Zhu Pingnan in this world, there is only one Zhu Pinghong. I swear to make the Red Army pay the price..."

Wang Yuling frowned slightly. She had no good feelings for the Red Army, but she was even more disgusted with the rebels in the Cao Gang. If these two-faced villains had not been protected by their foster father, they would have been a court.

If you catch it, there will be no scenery today.

Now this princess seems to have become a little extreme. If he blindly wants to fight against the Red Army, the Cao Gang will definitely be kidnapped by her. It is tantamount to hitting the stone with an egg,

Cao Gang was the hard work of his adoptive father, how could he let others ruin it? He immediately said coldly: "No matter whether you are Zhu Pingnan or Zhu Pinghong, I think you must figure out one thing, 180,000

The destruction of the gentry coalition forces, Sichuan has fallen into the hands of the Red Army, and has the support of the people. What else do you want to do here? I advise you to give up those unrealistic fantasies in your heart. As for the Cao Gang,

If you want to make use of it, you will think clearly, otherwise you will lose your life and you will have no idea.”

She changed her name to Zhu Pinghong, with a slightly cold look and her pretty eyebrows slightly raised. She stared at Wang Yuling: "I didn't expect that the famous Black Rakshasa in the world would also have a day when she was moved. The first grade of the Red Army was light.

It was light, and then he had built such a foundation. No wonder the Black Rakshasa was attracted. As for the Red Army you said, I would not agree with it. As long as the court is still there for a day, my descendants of the Zhu family,

We will never allow thieves to cause trouble. If we overthrow this great country, no one can do it. Those who block it will either die or I die."

Looking at Zhu Pinghong, who was actually possessed by the devil, Wang Yuling shook his head slightly, did not argue with her, and left only one sentence, then walked downstairs and headed towards the crowd.

"Cao Gang is my adopted father's Cao Gang, but as long as you move the Cao Gang, I will dare to touch the people from your Shu Prince's Mansion."

Zhu Pinghong also snorted coldly: "Do you really think my Shu Palace is a soft persimmon? Brother Tang, follow me downstairs, I want to see what the people in the Red Army want to do."

Tang Zexian looked entangled, and his clear and handsome face was full of fatigue. The troubles of the Tang family had already annoyed him. After listening to Zhu Pinghong's words, he showed a warm and bright smile and said: "Okay! Go down and see."

When I saw it, I also wanted to see how magical Wong Tai Sin, who was praised by the head, was.”

Zhu Gan's murderous words shocked the martial arts people in the hall, but none of them dared to speak. They were extremely quiet and calm. Some timids didn't even dare to breathe loudly. This was the aura of the superiors who were unparalleled in killing.

Although he does not have the martial arts skills of a peerless master, he is like a galloping army and more majestic.

Being so shocked by a junior, the martial arts masters in the hall looked ugly. They heard a light cough, a green Taoist robe, a Taoist bun on their heads, a clear and slim look, and an old man with a bit of crane bone fairy style

, stood up and bowed, and smiled and said, "This little brother has such a heavy aura, which is hidden but not exposed, and is unparalleled and domineering. It is really strange, but the old Taoist still has to advise, this murderous sin is created.

There are many, there is always a cause and effect..."

Zhu Gan sneered and looked disdainful: "Kill one person is a thief, kill thousands of people is a hero, kill tens of millions of people is a hero, and kill more than one person is a hero, and kill more than one person is no longer a cause and effect, but a great blessing, for the welfare of this world...

…”

"What a wise man, you guy, have entered the path of demons. Today I will let me subdue demons and eliminate demons." The old monk sat at the top suddenly made a sound, his voice like a big bell and a tiger roar.

Thunder, a figure rushed out quickly, as flexible as a ghost and as fast as a cheetah.

He clawed his heart, fierce and fierce, and he planned to take down Zhu Gan's life as soon as he came up.

"Bold!" Wang Chengen, who had been silent, suddenly took action. In an instant, his thin body seemed to have become a giant who stirred up the wind and clouds. With every move, he was powerful and hit the grabbed tiger claw with a palm.

This old monk has practiced the eagle claws for decades. It is as hard as iron and it is easy to open the monument and gravel. Now someone dares to meet his hands. A trace of contempt flashes in his eyes. He has never dodged at all. He claws and palms are fighting each other.

The knuckles shattered inch by inch. The old monk looked incredible, and then he let out a miserable scream.

He quickly retreated with his hands that had long been broken, and Wang Chengen sneered. This was just a small lesson for everyone who was about to move. However, he did not intend to let this hot-tempered monk go forward and slapped it with his palm.

Take the old monk's head straight.

"Donor, please forgive me if you want to forgive me." The Taoist priest shouted anxiously, slapped the table, jumped high, and flew out. The dust fan in his hand fell down, giving a sense of floating fairy feeling

.

"Get out! Where did the bull-nosed Taoist priest come from? Memorize nosy. Don't be polite, kill this monk for me." Zhu Gan never planned to save the old monk's life. It's not that he couldn't tolerate others in his heart, but that he needed to kill others.

Establishing his authority, now this Taoist priest meddled with other people's business. Zhu Gan's sympathy and anxiety were gone, and his murderous intent was even better.

"Yes, young master." At this time, after receiving Zhu Gan's order, Wang Chengen took no more scruples. With a stomp in his feet, the entire ground was shaking. The huge force swept out, the whole body was jumping, and a cannon fist hit him.

When he came out, he was really like a cannon fire in the plain, shaking everywhere, and the air was buzzing by his mighty punch.

Bang! A punch hit the old monk, and it was like a painting hanging, as if it was flying out without any force. It fell on the wall. When it fell, bones were broken and died. Soon, the seven orifices were bleeding, and the shape was terrifying.

A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the Taoist priest with the crane bone fairy wind. He took back the whisk and planned to return more. Zhu Gan sneered: "Leave him for me."

Wang Chengen jumped out without saying a word, turned into claws, and grabbed the Taoist priest's body with one claw. The old Taoist was also a flexible figure with an angry look on his face: "Donor, don't be arrogant if you get the power, there are so many heroes in the world,

You can kill all the people."

"Oh! Is that right? I want to see how many 'heroes' are in the world. I will kill one if I can kill them all." Zhu Gan said while giving the flint gun a while

The gunpowder was installed in the middle, and the black muzzle of the short musket slowly moved. Whenever they went, the heroes of the martial arts would dodge with black expressions and remain silent one by one. Obviously, they all knew the power of the musket in Zhu Gan's hand.

Zhu Gan then raised his head and laughed loudly, tears flowing down his eyes. He blinked hard, trying to swallow the tears back, rolled his throat, calmed his heart for a moment, and said coldly: "It seems this

There are no heroes in the world."

Huang Daxian smashed his mouth and spitted thick phlegm, let out a long breath and said, "It feels really comfortable to spit out this fish bone. Old Tang, I thanked you for your big meal!

Meals were forty years ago, I will pay you! I'm leaving."

After saying that, he actually took a step and walked through the middle of the fight between Wang Chengen and the Taoist priest. It was really amazing. The figure was vague. When people looked at it carefully, they had already disappeared. It was indeed a

At least this skill is elusive and amazing.

Huang Daxian suddenly stood up and left. Not only Tang Zechuan was stunned, but even Zhu Gan was a little dazed. Unexpectedly, this sloppy guy was really capable.

Although Wang Chengen looks thin, the offensive is really powerful, but the old Taoist is a little more elegant, just like a cannon hitting a mosquito, it is difficult to make a contribution for a while. Now that Huang Daxian is disturbed, the two of them quickly distance themselves. Wang Chengen

He can't do anything to him.

Zhu Gan shouted in a low voice: "Okay, don't take him, come back!"

Wang Chengen retreated as he spoke and stood respectfully. He had never had a trace of sweat from beginning to end. At this time, he looked exactly like before, just that ordinary old servant, but no one dared to do so.

Underestimating him, this is a master of decisive decisions.

However, such a top master, he is willing to sit behind Zhu Gan, and look at the quiet and silent "sword" next to him, and his mind is even more complicated. I am afraid that this young man also has amazing sword skills! Who is Zhu Gan? Everyone's hearts

There are speculations.

Someone frowned and pondered for a long time, and suddenly screamed out: "Ah! I understand, he is from the Shushan Sword Sect."

Everyone looked in the sound and saw this man dancing and looking extremely funny, but no one dared to laugh out loud. Shushan Sword Sect, all this seemed to be too mysterious. It was just something in myths and legends.

It may appear in reality.
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