Yang Zhen saw the palm prints on the girl's face at a glance.
He couldn't help but be furious, but at the same time he was glad that he arrived in time.
"Scum!" The young man roared angrily, kicked his feet, and rushed towards Fang Hong like a dragon.
After the initial panic, Fang Hong regained his composure, but what followed was a rage of embarrassment!
Who do you think you are, that you dare to take care of me?
court death!
Seeing Yang Zhen rushing towards him, he sneered, concentrated his energy on his right hand, and punched her towards her.
Just in time to let the little bitch next to me see how brave I am when I use force!
When I defeat this reckless guy, just go to bed and lie down, haha!
Under the gaze of the beautiful woman, Fang Hong's fighting spirit was bursting with strength, and his whole body was full of strength!
Then--
"Boom!" Fist to fist, no fancy collision!
"Ah!" Someone screamed, and he took a few steps back until he stood in the corner.
His right hand drooped weakly, and the bones in his hand were obviously broken.
"You, you..." Fang Hong looked at the young man in fear, unable to believe what just happened.
This man named Yang has such a tough body and great strength!
Yang Zhen waved her right hand, smiled, and pressed towards the opponent.
At this time, of course, it’s time to strike while the iron is hot!
Fang Hong had suffered a loss, so how could he dare to fight with him in close combat? He was not slow to react, ducking sideways to avoid the fierce punch that was chasing him.
Holding back the pain, he stretched out his hand and a sword appeared in the palm of his hand. At the same time, he recited the magic formula silently, and a light flashed on the sword, which suddenly became cold and gleaming.
A second-level mid-grade sharp blade, coupled with a second-level sharpness technique, is a Zifu monk who can be injured by even one careless move.
He didn't believe that the kid in front of him could block his sword!
It's a pity that he doesn't have this chance.
If he were outside, with his foundation-building skills, he would be able to do this after pulling away.
The room was so small, it was rare for him to dodge Yang Zhen's first punch, but he had no time to react to the second punch that followed!
"Bang!" Before the sword was swung out, Fang Hong was hit hard by a heavy punch in the chest. He immediately vomited blood and fell to the ground sluggishly.
Yang Zhen quickly stepped forward, straddled him, and struck out with her fist again, breaking his left arm.
"Ah——" Fang Hong screamed again, and the spell he had just accumulated was forcibly interrupted.
In just one or two breaths, the two sides exchanged three moves, and the outcome was decided.
Liu Rou hid aside and stared blankly at the boy who was waving his arms like lightning, feeling as if he was dreaming.
A foundation-building monk, a guy who just boasted that he was the best in cultivation in the county hall, was pinned down like a dead tiger, helpless to struggle?
What kind of cultivation level does this young man have and why is he so powerful?
While thinking about it, Yang Zhen turned around and asked, "Miss Liu, are you okay?"
"Ah, no, it's okay." Liu Rou replied hurriedly, her cheeks turning red.
"As long as it's okay," Yang Zhen smiled brightly: "Otherwise, he will be dead."
As he said that, he punched Fang Hong on the back again, and there was another wailing sound.
He had already controlled his strength. If it had been the force of the fist collision, this punch could have broken Fang Hong's shoulder.
Despite this, Fang Hong was in great pain.
"Let me go, let me go," he begged, "You just heard Miss Liu say, I, I didn't do anything!"
"That's because I arrived in time." Yang Zhen snorted coldly and punched her again: "You're actually quibbling!"
"Ah!" Fang Hong gave in completely: "Brother, no, little brother, I was wrong. Please let me go. I promise never to mess with Miss Liu again."
"Not enough!" Another punch.
"Ah——, I, I'm leaving Wushui County."
"It's not up to you to say this." Continue boxing.
"Ah——, Brother, Brother Yang, stop fighting, just draw a line, I admit it."
"Well," Yang Zhen thought for a while: "I still have a few friends outside. Let's wait until they come in."
As he said that, he punched a few more times: "Before they came, we two old cows were walking the same old path, as usual!"
He was in a desperate need to save someone, and when he saw it was a phantom formation, he walked in under Yiyi's guidance without thinking. Over there, the leader of the Black Earth Clan, Cheng Yu and others were blocked out.
The illusion array arranged by Fang Hong was only a first-level mid-range one. If the leader of the Black Earth Clan were to be defeated by external force, it would only take two-quarters of an hour. However, this is the county hall, and even if the Black Earth Clan leader is already on his side, he doesn't have the guts to take action openly in the county hall.
Those people were probably lingering outside.
"That..." Fang Hong hesitated in his heart and let people in. Wouldn't his miserable state be seen by the entire county hall? How would he be able to gain a foothold in the future?
But what if you don’t let people in? While he was hesitating, there was a sound of bones breaking in his thigh, but it was Yang Zhen who punched him again.
"Ah——, Brother Yang, please, don't, don't fight," he begged repeatedly: "Please let me put the array away."
"good!"
…
Outside the courtyard
Yang Zhen guessed right. The Black Earth Clan leader and three other people were standing outside, neither moving nor stopping.
The leader of the Black Earth Clan already regretted that Yang Guilin Master had just dived into the illusion formation without even shouting to stop him.
This young man is so reckless! If I had known this, I shouldn't have helped him!
Thinking of this, he glared at his daughter fiercely, she was such a spoiled girl!
"Dad!" Heituyue was equally anxious: "Let's attack this illusion array quickly! If it's too late, it'll be too late."
"No!" Cheng Yu stopped him: "How can we take action at will inside the county hall?"
"Then what do you think we should do?" Heituyue was rude to him: "If Fang Hong catches Pavilion Master Yang, no one can take advantage of what we did tonight!"
"This..." Cheng Yu's face was uncertain, and he felt very regretful in his heart.
"If we continue to break up, we will suffer chaos!" Heituyue said loudly: "We can only control the situation by rushing in and restraining Fang Hong! Otherwise, there will be a backlash!"
The leader of the Black Earth clan was livid. What his daughter said was not unreasonable, but just like that, the Black Earth clan fell deeper into trouble.
This is gambling with the future and life of the entire clan!
What if Fang Hong had some tricks and he couldn't control him, wouldn't everything be over?
"No!" He shouted flatly: "Ah Yue, you are getting more and more presumptuous now!"
"Daddy——"
"Shut up!"
"Then Master Yang, what should he do?"
"He is an inner disciple, and Fang Hong doesn't dare to do anything to him!" Heitu Woming said, his voice suddenly became much older: "He will be fine, but our Black Tu family is in danger. For now, we We can only wait here, wait for the magic array to open, and apologize to Fang Hong for taking the blame for my father!"
Just as he was talking, the smoke in front suddenly dissipated, revealing an exquisite courtyard.
The leader of the Black Earth Tribe adjusted his clothes, swallowed, and put on a smiling face: "Fang..."
Then, he froze.
The courtyard door was wide open, and a young man was looking at them with a smile.
At his feet, lying like mud, was a guy.
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