When the carriage reached a hill, Huang Zheng suddenly waved his hand to stop all the carriages.

"I don't know which hero is ahead, Huang Zheng is here to pay homage to you!"

With Huang Zheng's greeting, dense bandits stood around the hills, and immediately surrounded Li Changxian and his group's carriages.

"Huang Zheng, I didn't expect that you would surrender to the government. It's really a tragedy for us, the people in the world!"

The bandits in front suddenly separated and more than a dozen people from the world came out from behind.

"Who is yours? Why don't Huang know you?"

"Hiss Huang, we have been missing for many years. I didn't expect that Hero Huang would forget us."

Huang Zheng and the dozen people walked closer and found that some people had known each other, while others were not very familiar with them.

But the bald monk in the moment made Huang Zheng's eyes widen.

"The monk from White Horse Temple?"

Huang Zheng tightly held the steel knife, trembling all over, wishing he could jump off the horse and fight to the death with the monk from the White Horse Temple.

But he soon realized that he was no longer a person in the martial arts world. His responsibility was to protect the carriage behind him, rather than to take revenge with the monks from the White Horse Temple.

"So it's Lian Daxia and Brother Hu Yan. Are you going to rob me and wait?"

"Everyone can punish corrupt officials!"

Huang Zheng smiled, is County Magistrate Li a corrupt official? He has never taken a tael of silver from ordinary people.

But it is impossible to resist the wealth of County Magistrate Li, and there are too many to count.

Although these dozens of carriages carry gold, silver and jewelry, they are not from County Magistrate Li, but from Wanling County to be sent to the capital to open up the Beijing commercial roads.

Huang Zheng didn't want to explain, even if he explained, he knew that this disaster was inevitable.

Only after the battle can the true chapter be seen.

But Huang Zheng didn't want to make a big fuss, and he wanted to save the lives of these bandits.

"If you let us pass smoothly, I am willing to offer 100,000 taels of silver. I wonder what you think?"

One hundred thousand taels of silver?

Huang Zheng opened his mouth and earned 100,000 taels of silver, which immediately made many bandits feel nervous.

I have to pay 100,000 taels of silver to buy a road, how much can those dozens of carriages be worth?

One million, two million, five million, or tens of millions?

Not only were the bandits' eyes red, but the dozen people in the world ahead were also in a rushing mood.

"We want all the money and leave all the carriages, and you can leave!"

Bandits suddenly yelled behind them.

The dozen people in the world in front frowned casually and were a little displeased with the bandits yelling behind them.

No matter how much money you have, it is the heroes of these great men. What are these bandits?

When I get it, I am happy and give them some errand money. If I am unhappy, I will just kill them.

"Haha, the lion opened his mouth. I don't know who should I give the money?"

Suddenly, Huang Zheng's words caused a confrontation between bandits and people from the world.

It is obvious that there is a conflict between these gangsters and bandits.

"Don't be fooled by each other. We will talk about division after we get the money!"

The leading monk Xuankong immediately exposes Huang Zheng's conspiracy after chanting the Buddha's name.

These gangsters and bandits calmed down, looked at each other, and then continued to look at the guards.

Seeing that the provocation was ineffective, Huang Zheng sighed helplessly, and at the same time, he locked his eyes on the bald monk again.

The guard team led by Huang Zheng remained unmoved, and many bandits were unwilling to take the initiative to attack, and all looked at the dozen people in the world ahead.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in his thirties stood up, "I heard about Huang Daxia's reputation for a long time, and in Qiduhai, Xialian Yunshan, I specially asked Huang Daxia for advice."

Huang Zheng ignored it and waved his hand back, and a young man in his twenties walked over from behind.

"My name is Huqiu. Don't bother the Yellow Leader. I'm willing to communicate with you."

"you……."

Before Qi Duhai could speak, he saw Huqiu approaching him with a quick step, asking him not to prepare for it, and hurriedly drew his sword and blocked it.

But Huqiu came too fast. After Qi Duhai only blocked it twice, a long spear passed through his chest.

Qi Duhai was defeated!

And he lost so quickly that he directly shocked all the people in the martial arts world.

"What kind of marksmanship is this?"

Everyone was thinking about the few tricks that had just been spearheaded, mysterious and domineering.

Monk Xuankong, who had been in the martial arts world for more than 20 years, was also deeply thinking about this shooting technique.

"Zhao Family Gun?"

Zhao Family Gun has not been out of the world for 10 or 20 years, and many people present have never seen it. Even Monk Xuankong only heard his master say it.

The reason why Zhao Family Gun is famous is that a person suddenly appeared in the world twenty years ago.

Zhao Batian carried a spear and shot all the sects of the Great Jin Dynasty.

"It's impossible, right? Zhao Jiaqi has not appeared in the world for 20 years. How could a young man think it was Zhao Jiaqi just because he showed a few moves?"

Monk Xuankong shook his head, chanted the Buddha's name, and then calmed down again.

"Is there anyone else?"

Huqiu stood there and shouted, but no one answered the other side.

Huang Zheng asked Huqiu to retreat, he jumped off his horse and said to the silent monk Xuankong: "Bald donkey, I want to try your skills in White Horse Temple."

Monk Xuankong chanted the Buddha's name, "Donor Huang, my master has already told me to wait and not want to have murderous thoughts on the Huang family again, and you are not my opponent."

"Is it an opponent or not? It's time to compare!"

Huang Zheng drew out a pair of golden maces, which were unique to the Huang family. Huang Zheng wanted to take revenge by the mace method passed down by his family.

"Since the donor is so stubborn, I have to do it!"

Even if Monk Xuankong's good temper was, he could not arouse Huang Zheng's repeated joking, so he had to go out to fight.

Suddenly, the golden mace and the Zen staff intersected, and both of them pushed back two steps.

"I didn't expect that Donor Huang has made great progress in his past two years, but you are not my opponent."

Monk Xuankong quickly stepped forward, and a Zen stick slashed down, while Huang Zheng raised his mace to resist, and another golden mace attacked sideways.

In the blink of an eye, Huang Zheng and Monk Xuankong fought for dozens of rounds, and Huang Zheng gradually became a little incompatible. It was not that he was not fighting hard, but that he was still a little different from Monk Xuankong.

After several more rounds of struggle, Huang Zheng's golden mace was shot down to the ground.

Huang Zheng had to jump out of the battle circle, but Monk Xuankong was unwilling to let Huang Zheng go, so he stood up and wanted to kill Huang Zheng to death.

With a "clang" sound, a long sword stretched out, directly blocking Monk Xuankong's attack.

Before Monk Xuankong could see who he was, attacks continued to attack.

"Who is this? That's so powerful?"

Monk Xuankong retreated repeatedly and pushed until the crowd behind him before calming down.

I saw a man two meters tall standing in front of me standing on the battlefield, and the steel knife in his hand was more than two meters long.

"Mo Dao?"
Chapter completed!