"Quickly, activate the defensive formation left by the village owner. As long as the defensive formation is activated, even the Wu Dan Realm may not be able to attack."
Some core figures in Chenjiazhuang began to run around and cry out, hoping to cheer up the disciples in Chenjiazhuang and boost their morale.
Zhao Hongming, who was standing at the door, had a stern look in his eyes. Almost as soon as they took action, he activated the martial arts secret technique and rushed in front of the elders of Chenjiazhuang in a few breaths.
In the entire Chenjiazhuang, except for Chen Shenghai, who is the only one in the Wudan realm, the others are at the Xiantian realm, and there is almost no room to fight back against monsters like Zhao Hongming.
There was a middle-aged man with white beard and hair, with strong vitality and blood. He threw himself at Zhao Hongming as if he was dead.
The Qi in the whole body is retrograde, and he plans to trade his life for injury.
In the end, without even touching the corner of Zhao Hongming's clothes, Zhao Hongming penetrated his skull with two fingers and died with his eyes open.
The other Chenjiazhuang disciples were horrified when they saw this scene.
The hope that was still rising in their hearts was ruthlessly crushed by Zhao Hongming.
Zhao Hongming expressionlessly pulled out the two fingers inserted into the head, brought out a string of white brains, and pressed forward step by step.
"Start the formation quickly!"
Some people did not want to accept their fate, so they yelled and joined others to surround Zhao Hongming, trying to gain time to activate the formation.
Facts have proved that in the face of absolute power, this is all in vain.
What they did did not slow down Zhao Hongming.
Two cyan, slender arms appeared behind Zhao Hongming, like gods and demons coming to the world.
Every time the blue arm takes a shot, it takes away the life of a Chenjiazhuang disciple.
A young disciple from Chenjiazhuang stood above a Bagua pattern, holding a triangular formation flag in his hand, sweating profusely.
His eyes glanced at Zhao Hongming from time to time, his face turned pale, and he even said the familiar formula incorrectly many times.
After many attempts, he finally succeeded in preparing the formation. His face lit up with joy and he thrust the triangular formation flag in his hand downwards.
However, just when the formation flag was about to touch the ground, his wrist was tightly clamped.
The young disciple in Chenjiazhuang looked up and was immediately frightened out of his mind.
I don't know when, Zhao Hongming was standing beside him and pinched his wrist with one hand.
Behind the leader of the Ming Cult, there were broken limbs and broken bodies everywhere.
Looking around, he was the only Chen family disciple still alive within ten steps.
"When I see the Wang family, the county guard, and the Immortal Sect, they all like to use this triangular flag. I'm very curious, what exactly is this triangular flag?" Zhao Hongming said calmly.
The young disciple of the Wang family said blankly: "I...I don't know...ah!"
Before he could finish his words, he let out a pitiful howl like a slaughtering pig, and his clamped wrist felt a huge force and was crushed directly.
"This is the Wang family's secret technique between immortality and martial arts. We only know a little bit about it." The young man from Chenjiazhuang said quickly.
"The secret technique between immortality and martial arts?" Zhao Hongming suddenly became more interested. It happened that the Wang family was almost destroyed, so he could search for it.
"These are all secrets of the Wang family. What do you have in Chen Family Village?"
"Yes..." The young man paused and suddenly got stuck. He couldn't think of any advanced martial arts in their Chenjiazhuang.
If you think about it carefully, the martial arts in Chenjiazhuang is really average. Otherwise, it would not have taken so many years to produce a martial arts warrior in the martial arts realm.
"It seems that you are an unlearned disciple. Forget it, I'll go explore on my own." Zhao Hongming sighed faintly, and with a wave of his arm, the Dharma Appearance that appeared behind him completely slapped the head of the young disciple in front of him. broken.
The headless corpse swayed twice before Zhao Hongming's eyes, then fell down weakly.
The cyan arm that appeared behind Zhao Hongming gradually retracted, turning into cyan mist that lingered around Zhao Hongming and gradually dissipated.
He looked around.
The originally depressing battle situation was quickly reversed after he joined.
Many disciples of Mingjiao successfully broke through Chenjiazhuang's defense and rushed in smoothly.
Pei Zhaoan from the Mingjiao Leopard Hall rushed over and said happily: "The leader is mighty!"
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Zhao Hongming's tone: "A Chenjiazhuang actually makes you waste so much energy. I'm so disappointed. Why are you still standing here? Are you free?"
Pei Zhaoan was impressed by Zhao Hongming's methods, his expression changed, and he hurriedly took the lead and joined other battles.
The entire Chenjiazhuang was in chaos.
There were cries and shouts of death everywhere.
Zhao Hongming stood with his hands tied, his eyes as calm as water, without any emotion.
He silently compared Chenjiazhuang disciples with Wei Wuzu, and felt that the organizational form of martial arts forces could be swept into the trash can of history.
If Wei's warriors were of their level, even though they would not be opponents in the martial arts realm, they would not be unable to organize a counterattack.
There is no suspense about the next situation. With Zhao Hongming's participation, Chenjiazhuang was completely destroyed.
Chang Wubing quietly walked by and said with an apologetic expression: "Your Highness, this subordinate deserves death for his incompetence."
"Promote your cultivation. Otherwise, even if Gu wants to promote you in the future, there will be no suitable reason." Zhao Hongming said casually.
Compared to other people in Mingjiao, he is undoubtedly much more patient with confidants like Chang Wubing.
When he first traveled through time, Chang Wubing was tested by him many times. He was a reliable person and loyal to him.
Cultivation can be cultivated slowly by spending resources, but this loyalty is not necessarily the case.
In his opinion, such qualities are much more important than those martial arts talents.
"Your Highness, there are still many female relatives in Chenjiazhuang. How do you want to deal with them?" Chang Wubing remembered something and began to seek Zhao Hongming's opinion.
Now that Zhao Hongming is an adult, there are no maids around him, which seems a bit too deserted. As a personal bodyguard, he can't help but think more about this aspect.
"You can figure it out yourself." Zhao Hongming said casually: "Let's take a look here to see what Chenjiazhuang has."
He walked forward leisurely, following the guidance of his men, and reached the warehouse of Chenjiazhuang.
The three-meter-high wooden door opened, revealing the magnificent scene inside.
There are all kinds of silks, jewels and jade, filling the room.
In one corner, there were neatly stacked gold bars, five large boxes of wish stones, and some scattered pills.
In addition, the depths of the warehouse are filled with rice, enough to feed hundreds of people for a year.
Zhao Hongming didn't feel much about these supplies: "Where is the martial arts in Chenjiazhuang?"
For a martial arts force, martial arts and high-level warriors are the foundation for establishing oneself.
These gold and silver belongings are second to none.
Under Zhao Hongming's order, a subordinate quickly presented the martial arts collected in Chenjiazhuang one by one.
Zhao Hongming found a quiet study room and began to read carefully.
The main martial arts practiced in Chenjiazhuang is a martial arts called Fuhu Zhentian Kung Fu. From Zhao Hongming's point of view, although this martial arts is not an immortal martial arts technique, it can be regarded as an above-average level among Jianghu martial arts.
The main thing is to practice "tiger strength" and temper the body to become as fierce as a tiger, strong and ruthless.
However, the process of practicing this technique is very painful. It requires hitting the physical body with foreign objects every day, causing the muscles all over the body to tear, grow again, and continuously transform.
Chen Shenghai was able to practice this skill to the level of martial arts, and he was indeed a man of great perseverance.
Except for the martial arts of Fuhu Zhentian Gong, the other dozens of martial arts in Chenjiazhuang are very average, and there are not many outstanding features.
It can be seen that Chenjiazhuang does not have much foundation and is relatively weak overall.
If it weren't for Chen Shenghai's support, this Chenjiazhuang might not even be as good as a second- or third-rate martial arts force.
The entire Chenjiazhuang can be said to have arisen because of one person, Chen Shenghai.
After finding out the roots of Chenjiazhuang, to be honest, Zhao Hongming was still a little disappointed. It was far different from what he expected.
We can only wait and see if the Wang family can surprise him later.
Now that the matter in Chenjiazhuang was basically settled, it didn't make much sense for him to stay here, so he went back home and handed over some finishing work here to Chang Wubing and others.
Zhao Hongming also boldly informed the Mingjiao people that the identity of "Wei Wuji" belonged to Prince Wu's Mansion, asking them to cooperate with Chang Wubing.
As the leader of the Ming Cult, the strength he displayed during the attack on Chenjiazhuang was unconvincing, so no one dared to disobey what he said, and they began to fully cooperate.
"Let's go! Hurry up."
At this time, someone drove a group of female relatives passing by.
The rich smell of rouge powder entered Zhao Hongming's breath.
He looked back subconsciously and found that there were four or five beautiful women behind him, who were being driven away in tears.
Behind them, followed some women of ordinary appearance and ordinary clothes.
Compared to the former, the experiences of these women were more tragic.
Most of them were disheveled, as if they had gone through a lot of hardships, and most of them had dull eyes.
There are approximately dozens of these women.
Zhao Hongming heard that the county governor Chen Shenghai was a womanizer and had many women in his family.
Now it seems that the rumors outside are not groundless.
He looked carefully and found that among the women walking in the front, there was one woman who had an extremely outstanding figure and appearance.
She was about twenty-five or six years old, plump and charming.
There is a mature woman's smell all over her body.
Every smile seems to be charming.
The fair skin above her chest was exposed like solidified lard.
This woman seemed to have noticed Zhao Hongming's eyes, met his eyes, smiled at him in a neither humble nor condescending manner, and passed him by.
After confirming that the matter in Chenjiazhuang was almost settled, Zhao Hongming did not stay in Chenjiazhuang for too long. He asked someone to fetch Baoju and quickly returned to Luling City.
What happened at the bottom of the lake in the Wang Family Courtyard still concerned him.
Entering Luling City, there were many pedestrians on the road, so Zhao Hongming couldn't help but slow down.
There was constant hawking on the street, and Zhao Hongming found many people gathering under a restaurant.
He happened to be passing by.
Zhao Hongming was riding a tall horse and had a higher gaze. He could clearly see that the person surrounding the center was a woman.
The woman had long legs like chopsticks and a slender figure. She was standing with a sword and an expressionless face.
On one side of her, there was a sign with the word "Selling Your Body" clearly written on it.
Zhao Hongming stared at this woman's face for a while and felt that she looked familiar. After a while, he suddenly remembered that this was the woman from Qingtianlou whom he met when he first arrived in Yingjun.
If I remember correctly, this woman's name should be Jing Qiaoyan.
The people around were pointing at Jing Qiaoyan, and some couldn't help but come up to inquire about the price.
"How are you going to sell your body?"
Jing Qiaoyan said without any hesitation: "As long as you destroy the Shangxian Sect, I can be your slave or your maid, or you can be a fragrant girl."
Upon hearing her request, everyone present took a breath.
Shangxianmen has developed extremely rapidly during this period. Everyone in Luling knows that this is a martial arts force that is not easy to mess with.
Not to mention, it is rumored that there are many immortal methods in Shangxianmen.
Not to mention destroying the Immortal Sect, even killing the Taoist Priest of the Immortal Sect is not an easy task.
The request made by this woman was simply not something that warriors like them could achieve.
A middle-aged man with a handsome face said: "Girl, I am the leader of the Tiger and Lion Gang. Let's do this. As long as you follow me, I am willing to give you the title of my head wife, okay?"
Someone in the crowd immediately retorted: "You have such a beautiful idea. This girl said it when she came here. She is a practitioner of the Tongqiao Realm. At such a young age, if she is well trained in the future, she might become a Xiantian Realm martial artist. . You just want to marry her off as your head wife? I have never heard of the Tiger and Lion Gang."
As soon as he said this, the handsome middle-aged man stopped talking angrily.
"Girl, can you change your conditions?"
Jing Qiaoyan's voice was as crisp as breaking ice and snow: "The Shangxian Sect must be destroyed. Whoever destroys the Shangxian Sect, I will follow him, whether it is as a slave, a maid, an ox, a horse, or a wife or a concubine, I have no doubts about it. Nothing else is possible."
"well……"
Many people looked bitter when they heard this condition, and no one dared to accept it. However, Jing Qiaoyan's graceful and beautiful figure, especially her long legs like chopsticks, made them unable to take their eyes away, and they were in a dilemma.
"Girl, why do you have to keep up with the Immortal Sect? Can you change to a martial arts force? You can choose an easy one. I will kill one to make you happy."
"I said, the Immortal Sect must be destroyed." Jing Qiaoyan's tone was firm.
"Girl, why do you have to go against the Immortal Sect?"
Jing Qiaoyan did not respond.
She looked up and saw Zhao Hongming sitting on the horse. Her expression was startled, but she quickly regained her composure.
Zhao Hongming didn't care much. After taking a look at Jing Qiaoyan, he drove away.
Looking at Zhao Hongming's leaving figure, Jing Qiaoyan couldn't help biting her lips.
She knew that Zhao Hongming didn't have much affection for her and would not cause trouble because of extraneous matters, so he was a stranger to her and didn't say much.
But just like that, her low self-esteem was once again torn into pieces and scattered on the floor.
(End of chapter)
