The more the Nine-fingered Jackal fought, the more frightened he became. Nangong Haotian was too strong. He had already used the secret method that he had obtained in the cave to improve his strength, but he still couldn't beat him. He was even beaten by him. He finally ate it.
What? Can it be so powerful?
"Don't be distracted during the battle!" Just when the Nine-fingered Jackal was secretly surprised and thinking wildly, Nangong Haotian's indifferent voice rang in his ears. He was startled and turned around, only to find that both of Nangong Haotian's eyes were filled with tears.
Turned into gold, and punched him in the chest before he could react.
"Bang——" The nine-fingered jackal opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. His whole figure was like a kite with its string broken, and it suddenly fell towards the dilapidated house.
The Nine-fingered Jackal did not expect Nangong Haotian to be so fast. He was unable to guard against it for a moment. With a shrill and heart-breaking scream, his body flew towards the high steps of the hall behind him.
Because the incident happened suddenly and the two men fought so quickly, all the strong men present were stunned. It was also because they were all stunned and flew into the high-level nine-fingered jackal, but no one jumped to save them.
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Just when the nine-fingered jackal spat out a mouthful of blood, a fine head happened to hit the corner of the hall steps.
There was just a loud bang, brains flying out, and the bones of the head and the Tianling Cap flying out. The nine-fingered jackal who was sitting proudly on the big gold-lacquered chair just now was already dead in this moment, and his head was all gone.
Broken all over the ground.
The trembling corpse of the Nine-fingered Jackal rolled down the stairs two more times with splashes of blood. It suddenly stopped shaking. The blood flowed along the steps to the feet of Nangong Haotian, who had just fallen.
Nangong Haotian was also stunned for a moment, but then he regained his composure. The old devil, the Demon Dragon Slayer King, also secretly came to Langsha with him. The old devil must have secretly seen how the nine-fingered jackal despised his dragon-slaying flag.
In particular, the Nine-fingered Jackal actually called him a dead old dog. I don't know how the old devil felt after hearing this. Now that he had taken action to get rid of his harm, he could not be blamed on himself.
Nangong Haotian touched the tip of his nose. He had only seen the Nine-fingered Jackal perform a set of palm techniques before. It seemed that the Demon Dragon Slayer King had not taught him much.
As for the Cloud Turning Hand and Jinghong Finger, the old demon didn't teach them until he couldn't defeat the powerful killing god. He probably wouldn't pass them on to the Nine-fingered Jackal easily.
However, when the Nine-fingered Jackal fought, why did he hide his left palm behind his back and not make a move? Until now, he still couldn't figure out the reason.
Just as Nangong Haotian was thinking, dozens of burly men, who had hurriedly calmed down, knelt on the ground and shouted in unison: "My subordinates will come to see Nangong Shaoxia, the successor of the Dragon Slayer King, and ask for mercy.
I will spare my subordinates the chance to die."
Nangong Haotian's heart moved when he heard this. In order to land on the island smoothly and to avenge his father, he could only hold his hands solemnly and said in a deep voice: "As the saying goes, those who don't know are not guilty, so you all should get up."
Upon hearing this, dozens of strong men kowtowed and said respectfully, "Thank you so much, young hero, for your kindness."
As soon as Nangong Haotian waited for the men to stand up, he asked in a deep voice: "Who among you is in charge?"
The burly man who had just pointed at Nangong Haotian and yelled at him changed his face. He lowered his head in fear and took two steps forward. He clasped his fists and said respectfully: "My subordinate, Jiang Zhongzhao, is responsible."
"What is your position?" Nangong Haotian nodded and said nothing more.
The tall and strong Han stood in the middle of the river, bowed and said, "I am the chief martial artist."
Nangong Haotian nodded knowingly and said: "Please send someone to bury the Nine-fingered Jackal. There is another person in front of the wine shop. Let the four of them deal with it as soon as possible."
Chief Martial Arts Master Jiang Zhongzhao quickly said "yes", then pointed to the hall and said respectfully: "Young hero, let's go to another hall. This place has been completely destroyed and I'm afraid it can't be used. Please come this way."
Walk."
Nangong Haotian nodded slightly and followed him out.
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A large gold-lacquered chair appeared in the hall. It was unknown when it was moved into the hall by diligent servants. Nangong Haotian climbed up the hall steps to take a look. It was richly furnished and luxuriously furnished.
People actually know how to be luxurious and glitzy, and they are greedy for enjoyment.
Entering the hall, two strong men had already set up a brocade seat for him.
Nangong Haotian sat down on the big chair, and the chief martial artist led dozens of strong men to stand in the hall one by one. They respectfully shouted: "I will pay homage to Young Hero Nangong."
Nangong Haotian raised his hands humbly and said, "Everyone, please stand up. I have something I want you to answer."
When Jiang Zhongzhao heard this, they all respectfully thanked Young Master Nangong, immediately stood up, and separated the two sides in order.
At this moment, a person suddenly rushed out of the hall, but he stood there hesitant to speak, as if he had something to report, but he did not dare to speak.
Nangong Haotian frowned, looked at Jiang Zhongzhao, and ordered: "Master Jiang..."
Jiang Zhongzhao hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed, respectfully saying, "My subordinate is here."
"I want him to report something."
Jiang Zhongzhao hurriedly responded with a respectful response, turned around and looked at the strong man standing at the entrance of the hall, and ordered: "If you have anything to say, please report back to me."
When the strong man standing at the entrance of the hall heard this, he hurriedly walked to the center of the hall, knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Little Jing Ermei comes to meet Young Hero Nangong..."
Nangong Haotian couldn't see this kind of kneeling back and forth, so he hurriedly waved his hands and said softly: "Master Jingwu, please stand up and speak."
Jing Ermei responded respectfully and stood up immediately.
Nangong Haotian took the opportunity to ask Chief Martial Master Jiang Zhongzhao: "You usually speak to your colleagues, do you need to kneel down to answer?"
Jiang Zhongzhao hurriedly clasped his fists and said respectfully: "When you enter the hall for the first time to report something, you must kowtow to see me. Only after you stand up can you stand upright and report the matter."
Upon hearing this, Nangong Haotian gave the order: "From now on, except when meeting highly respected martial arts elders, seniors from the sect, and respected relatives, we will all be exempted from paying homage."
When Jiang Zhongzhao heard this, he faced dozens of strong men on the left and right and said in a deep voice: "Have you heard the young knight's instructions?"
When dozens of strong men heard this, they respectfully said, "I've heard this."
It was obvious that those people admired Nangong Haotian's decision, and their eyes were full of gratitude when they looked at him. After all, no one wanted to kneel around all day long, without any dignity at all.
Nangong Haotian looked at Jing Ermei who was standing in the center, raised his hand and said, "Master Jing, please tell me if you have anything to say."
Jing Ermei responded respectfully and said, "The two girls and Aunt Shan who have been with the young hero these days are checking the news in the town."
Nangong Haotian's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said, "Please invite them in quickly."
"I'm afraid Aunt Shan, who is so sophisticated in the world, won't believe it," Jiang Zhongzhao said.
Nangong Haotian felt that he was justified and said: "Then Master Jing said to Aunt Shan, I originally asked you three to bury the old man in civilian clothes and communicate with each other day and night using torches as a sign. Now that they are here, you can say this, Aunt Shan and the other two
I just believed it.”
When Jing Ermei heard this, she responded respectfully, clasped her fists and bowed, turned around and ran out of the hall.
Nangong Haotian was eager to board Sanjian Island. After thinking about it, he asked with concern: "Chief Martial Master Jiang, is Shangguan Mi, this cheater, still alive?"
Jiang Zhongzhao hurriedly said respectfully: "Reporting to Young Hero Nangong, my subordinate sent someone to deliver food the day before yesterday. Of course he won't die."
"What?" Nangong Haotian looked surprised when he heard this and asked, "Are you going to give him food?"
Jiang Zhongzhao replied respectfully: "Young Master, I have to send you back every few days."
Nangong Haotian let out a surprised sound, pondered a little, and asked, "Why do you want to give him food?"
Jiang Zhongzhao smiled and said: "If I don't send food to the young hero, wouldn't he starve to death?"
When Nangong Haotian heard this, he asked even more puzzledly: "Isn't the purpose of sending him to Sanjian Island just to trap him to death on the island?"
Jiang Zhongzhao said: "No, other people may be like this, but Shangguan Mi is different. He is the helmsman of the Northwest Branch, and he is the helper of the Nine-fingered Jackal in the struggle for power from you, Young Hero."
When Nangong Haotian heard this, he was completely confused and asked in confusion: "What rights does the Nine-fingered Jackal want from me?"
Jiang Zhongzhao said: "Of course we are competing for the leadership of the four general rudders."
When Nangong Haotian heard this, he suddenly realized what he was doing, and he took advantage of it and said: "The Dragon Slayer King ordered me to command four general sub-rudders and three direct subordinate sub-rudders. This is the last order of the Dragon Slayer King before his death. How can we let him fight for it?
"
Jiang Zhongzhao said flatteringly: "Yes, my subordinates have repeatedly tried to dissuade Grandpa Yuan, no, they have repeatedly tried to dissuade the Nine-fingered Jackal, but he is stubborn and stubborn."
Nangong Haotian snorted coldly and said: "Disobeying the Dragon Slayer King's order is a crime, and those who do it will be killed without mercy..."
When Jiang Zhongzhao heard this, he panicked and quickly bowed in response.
At this moment, a person walked in from the side door of the hall and was quietly talking among the martial arts masters on the left.
Nangong Haotian was worried that they would make any moves again, so he asked in a deep voice: "What's going on over there?"
When asked this question, everyone bowed their heads and dared not say a word.
I saw one of them, who seemed to be a relatively high-ranking martial artist, clasping his fists and saying respectfully: "Returning to the young hero, the food and wine have been prepared, but I don't know where they are."
When Nangong Haotian heard this, he raised his hand and pointed to the hall and said, "Let's put it in the hall for everyone to have dinner together."
Nangong Haotian knew that these people were just a deterrent to him, and he was not convinced in his heart. Without some strategy, it would be difficult to get these desperadoes to help him wholeheartedly.
Sure enough, when dozens of strong men heard this, they all beamed with joy, and their eyes looked at Nangong Haotian with gratitude. This was Nangong Haotian's affirmation and respect for them, but these people had obviously seen it before.
No one in the world dares to laugh and cheer.
Nangong Haotian took a look and knew that the Nine-fingered Jackal was cruel and restrained these strong and vigorous men so that they did not dare to take a step beyond.
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Dozens of strong men helped move the tables and stools, and then the food and wine were delivered, and seven or eight banquet tables were set up.
At this moment, Jing Ermei, who had just run out of the hall, had guided Liu Qianwen, Wei Xiaoying and Aunt Shan up the steps and walked into the hall.