Chapter 9: Divine Fist

Style: Fantasy Author: little white money manWords: 2257Update Time: 24/01/18 17:14:06
Father Zhang stopped the carriage at the door of Zhang Ji's tailor shop.

The guests had already left, and calm returned to the courtyard.

The eldest uncle brought Father Zhang and others to the living room and laughed.

"Hahahaha..., go quickly, prepare a banquet, I want to celebrate my mistress!"

When the eldest aunt heard what her uncle said, she knew that the rent was secured and turned around to leave.

A few people were sitting at the Eight Immortals table, drinking tea and chatting.

In less than a minute of tea, the aunt brought the hot dishes to the table.



The next day! The pockmarked man led a group of people, following a red carriage, to the door of the tailor shop.

"You old man named Zhang, get out of here quickly! The Lord of the City is here and you haven't come out to greet the Lord of the City yet!" the pockmarked man yelled.

When the uncle heard the roar, he quickly ran to the door of the tailor shop and said respectfully.

"City Lord, you are here to welcome us. Please forgive me for being late to greet you!"

Stepping out of the carriage, a man in a white Chinese robe outlines a slender and straight figure, with dark flowers embroidered on the edges. He is majestic and majestic. His long black hair is gently tied with a white ribbon. He is noble and noble, with a face carved in white jade. His snow-jade-like face made the scorching sun in the sky eclipse. His every move showed the unique dignity and coldness of a superior person, and his whole person exuded a kingly aura that shocked the world.

"It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter!" Chen Hu looked at his uncle and said with a smile.

"Sir City Lord, I don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything. I don't know what you want to do by coming here?" The uncle lowered his head with a look of horror on his face.

Chen Hu walked up to his uncle and said slowly.

"Boss Zhang, don't be nervous. I'm here just to see the little brother who injured the slave. I also ask Boss Zhang to quickly invite the little brother to see him."

When the uncle heard what Chen Hu said, sweat poured down his head and he knelt down in front of Chen Hu.

"He is my wise nephew. Please, Lord City Lord, please let him go!"

"Old man, City Lord, I asked you to bring people here, just bring them here. Where's all this nonsense?" the pockmarked man yelled.

"Don't be rude to Boss Zhang!" Chen Hu glared at the pockmarked man, looked at his uncle with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Boss Zhang, please invite this little brother out. I, the city lord, will discuss anything with him!"

"good!"

The uncle stood up and walked towards the courtyard.

At this time, Zhang Liucheng was in the courtyard, practicing the boxing technique in Luohan Jue, "Zi Shen Fist". Every word is a kind of boxing move.

Zhang Liucheng could only throw punches, but there was no trace of immortality or spiritual energy added to the punches, otherwise the small courtyard would collapse instantly.

The uncle walked up to Zhang Liucheng and hesitated without saying a word.

"Uncle, please tell me something. Why are you so hesitant?" Zhang Liucheng asked when he saw his uncle's appearance.

"Yesterday, those people, together with the city lord, came to you and said they had something to discuss with you!" The uncle said in a low voice with an ugly face.

"If they want to see me, I'll just do it! We didn't do anything wrong! Why are we hiding! If you hurt someone and need compensation, we can just pay it. Besides, they were the ones who started the attack, so we don't need to be afraid!" Zhang Liucheng! Hearing what the uncle said, he smiled and said.

After that, he strode towards the door of the tailor shop.

The pockmarked man saw Zhang Liucheng and said angrily.

"Yesterday, it was this boy who injured us. Lord City Lord, you have to make the decision for us!"

Chen Hu glanced at Zhang Liucheng and saw that the young man in front of him was born with a domineering aura. His handsome features and sharp and deep eyes gave people a sense of oppression. His obsidian pupils were like a deep pool. Bottomless, there is an invisible chilling air emanating from his brows, which is intimidating.

"Little brother, who do you study under?"

"I haven't joined the sect yet!" Zhang Liucheng glanced at Chen Hu and said disdainfully.

"This boy was six feet tall yesterday. Why has he grown two feet taller today?" The pockmarked man was shocked when he saw Zhang Liucheng's change.

Chen Hu was slightly surprised when he heard the pockmarked man's words.

"Haha! I'm at uncle's place. I eat well, sleep well, and grow a little taller, okay?" Zhang Liucheng said coldly. He knew that it was because he practiced the Universal Book, but he could only say this, because Before you become truly powerful, you must not tell this secret. If you tell it, it will cause you countless troubles.

Chen Hu waved, and a nine-foot-tall fat man with a dark face walked out from behind.

The fat man with a black face walked up to Chen Hu, cupped his hands and said respectfully.

"Lord City Lord, what are your orders?"

"You and this little brother, let's compete for a while, until the point is reached." Chen Hu ordered the fat man with a black face.

"Okay, Lord City Lord." The fat man with black face nodded after hearing Chen Hu's words.

"Haha... you didn't defeat me yesterday! Did you find help to take revenge today?" Zhang Liucheng looked at the pockmarked man and laughed.

When the pockmarked man heard this, he clenched his teeth in anger and remained silent.

"Boy, why bother fighting for words! Our subordinates have seen the truth, show your special skills, and let's compare!" The black-faced fat man heard Zhang Liucheng's words and said angrily.

Zhang Liucheng waved to the fat man with a black face.

"You go first! I hope you won't disappoint me!" Zhang Liucheng didn't finish his words.

"Ghost Step!" The black-faced fat man was very fast and appeared in front of Zhang Liucheng in an instant. He punched Zhang Liucheng on the chest. Zhang Liucheng was knocked backwards by a force of gravity.

"thump!"

Zhang Liucheng fell to the ground, his face turned red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What a fast footwork!" Zhang Liucheng thought to himself.

When the uncle saw this scene, he quickly stepped forward and helped Zhang Liucheng up.

Father Zhang and others walked out of the courtyard.

Father Zhang saw the injured Zhang Liucheng but did not speak.

Zhang Liucheng stood up, gathered his spiritual energy into his fists, and punched the fat man with a black face with his left fist and a round punch with his right fist.

"Let you taste the power of my boxing skills! One-zip fist! Round-zip fist!"

The circular fist forms a protective circle to protect the whole body.

In front of low-level monks, there is no need to use the wind, cloud, thunder and lightning seal.

With one punch, a row of ten fist shadows hit the fat man with a black face.

The black-faced fat man had never seen this kind of punch before. He ducked and just avoided it.

"Yu Zi Fist!"

Zhang Liucheng punched the fat man with a black face again, and the shadow of his fist hit the fat man with a black face like rain.

When the fat man with black face saw this scene, he knew he couldn't escape, so he punched and faced the rain of fist shadows.

Several fist shadows hit the fat man with a black face from all directions.

"boom……"

The fat man with a black face was already fat. His face was beaten into a pig's head, his clothes were smashed to pieces, and his body was dripping with blood. He lay on the ground and kept screaming.

Fortunately, Zhang Liucheng didn't use all his strength and only used 10% of his strength, otherwise the fat man with black face would have been killed.

"Little brother, you are really powerful. As long as you promise me one thing, I will forget about the past and I can give this store to you!" Chen Hu looked at Zhang Liucheng and nodded.

"Lord City Lord, I will not do anything that goes against my conscience!" Zhang Liucheng glanced at Chen Hu and said with some confusion.

"Of course! It's not against your conscience! As long as you promise me to participate in the seven major disciple selection ceremonies in March next year." Chen Hu said with a smile, "I will give you the tailor shop now as proof. If If you can successfully enter the top ten, or successfully join the sect, I will also give you a reward."