"Why doesn't that kid take action?"
Thoughts flashed through Zhao Donglai's mind rapidly.
He knew that Zhang Yao must be hiding in secret, waiting for opportunities, so he remained calm and cooperated to create opportunities.
But after half a quarter of an hour, Yun Yi was already in dire straits and his signs of defeat were beginning to show. Zhang Yao had not yet moved, which inevitably made him a little impatient.
"No, I can't mess up!"
"That kid is very hidden and has a lot of power. He can't just sit back and watch the opportunity slip by!"
Thinking of this, Zhao Donglai temporarily suppressed his desire to win and continued to suppress Wang Dezai.
And at this moment:
"boom!"
A figure suddenly jumped out of the shadows in the corner, like a hungry tiger pouncing on food. It jumped three feet in an instant and punched Wang Dezai in the back!
The angle and timing of this attack were all perfectly grasped, like a tiger still lurking in the forest, suddenly charging out and killing someone!
"not good!!"
At this moment, Wang Dezai's hair stood on end, terrified.
when? When did you hide a top master? Who is it? !
"No, it's too late..."
In Wang Dezai's ears, he could already hear the fierce blast of fists, which was as terrifying as the fishy wind caused by a tiger's attack.
He was already at a disadvantage and was caught off guard. It was impossible to avoid it.
At the critical moment, he could only turn sideways to avoid the vital point in his back, but he was still hit firmly in the back by the punch.
"puff!"
Blood spurted out wildly, bones cracked, and Wang Dezai suffered heavy injuries instantly.
"die!"
Zhao Donglai was ecstatic, and slashed down with the machete in his hand, as fast and fierce as thunder.
Wang Dezai managed to block it for a few times, but then the sword was knocked out of his hand. With a shrill scream, most of his arm was cut off by Zhao Donglaisheng.
"Crack!"
Zhang Yao's eyes were cold, and he took advantage of the victory to pursue Huang Long with his fists, breaking the occipital bone on the back of his head.
Wang Dezai's eyes bulged, he gasped for breath twice, and then fell to the ground, his breath gone.
With one careless move, the dignified county guard lost his life.
"Uncle!"
"No……"
The incident happened so suddenly that several people nearby realized it and it was too late to rescue them.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Dezai had died under the joint efforts of Zhang Yao and Zhao Donglai, and his head was half broken.
The two middle-aged men of the Wang family could only watch this scene happen, their eyes wide open!
"Uh-huh!"
After killing Wang Dezai, Zhang Yao and Zhao Donglai immediately turned around to reinforce Yun Yi without hesitation.
"Oops!"
"Nothing can be done, let's go!"
The strong man like an iron tower and the swordsman wearing an iron hat saw this scene and retreated without hesitation.
Now that Wang Dezai is dead, there are two more powerful enemies out of thin air. If he doesn't leave, he won't be able to leave in a while!
The two old men of the Chen family and the Li family immediately breathed a sigh of relief and had no intention of stopping them. They watched the two people fly away and disappeared into the night in a few seconds.
"Brother Yun, hold on, we are coming!"
The two old men, one holding a sword and the other holding a pair of maces, turned around and charged into the battle group.
After only two or three breaths, the two Wang masters who were surrounded by the five powerful men died horribly, and their mutilated bodies fell to the ground.
"call……"
Several people let out a sigh of relief and felt at ease.
The most thrilling part of this long night was finally over. No one of them was injured or injured, which was already the best ending.
"Master Zhao."
Yun Yi spoke first and looked at Zhang Yao with a complicated expression: "I wonder who this little brother is..."
The two old men of the Chen family and the Li family also turned their attention to Zhang Yao, and were shocked when they saw his young face.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce."
Zhao Donglai was in a good mood and said with a smile: "This is Zhang Yaoxian's nephew from Jinding Martial Arts School. His master Zhou An and I have been good brothers for many years."
"It turns out he is a martial artist..."
The expressions of the old men of the Chen family and the Li family changed slightly.
"What an amazing talent, rarely seen in the world!"
"If it hadn't been for little brother Zhang who acted as a surprise soldier and took action at the critical moment to reverse the situation, I'm afraid today would have been extremely dangerous!"
Yun Yi was silent for a moment and then praised him.
"Mr. Yun is so complimentary."
Zhang Yao nodded, looked at Zhao Donglai and others, and said, "I'm afraid it's not a good time to talk now."
"right!"
Zhao Donglai reacted immediately and said quickly: "Let's go outside first and cook the small fish and shrimps, and leave the inner house to nephew Zhang Xian."
"Don't worry, everyone, what he wants is different from ours. I will explain it myself later..."
After hearing his words, everyone said nothing. After cutting off Wang Dezai's head, they hurried towards the outer house.
More than ten breaths later, Zhang Yao heard Zhao Donglai's deep voice, as powerful as a bell or drum, resounding throughout half of the county governor's house:
"Wang Dezai is dead, why don't you surrender?!"
After shouting this sentence several times in a row, the shouts of killing coming from the outside world suddenly weakened a lot, and commotion could be faintly heard.
"It looks like it's over."
Zhang Yao withdrew his gaze, and while Zhao Donglai and others were dealing with outside matters, he planned to explore the inner house of the Sheriff's Mansion first and find what he wanted.
After searching for a while, Zhang Yao found that there was no one here, not to mention the Wang family members, not even any servants or maids.
"It seems that they have already evacuated through the tunnel, and they have probably escaped from the city."
Zhang Yao didn't care. He continued searching for a while and found a mourning hall.
He walked into the mourning hall and saw the black coffin placed in the middle. From the elegiac couplets on both sides, he judged that the person lying inside was none other than Grand Master Wang, Wang Dezai's biological father.
"The Grandmaster's body..."
Zhang Yao hesitated for a moment, then finally bowed and said in a low voice: "I'm offended."
He straightened up and pushed out with a sudden palm, knocking the heavy coffin lid away.
He took a closer look and found a very old man lying in the coffin, with wrinkles on his face like the bark of an old tree.
The old man's hands were crossed and placed on his abdomen, his expression was calm, and he was wearing a decent shroud.
"Is this what it will be like after the death of the Grandmaster?"
Zhang Yao looked at it curiously.
According to Zhao Donglai, this grandmaster of the Wang family died half a month ago, and there has been no funeral or burial.
But the miraculous thing is that half a month has passed, and the body in the coffin shows no signs of decay, and there is not even a bit of stench.
Even in winter, it’s really incredible.
"What changes happened to the Grandmaster's body to make it so magical?"
After Zhang Yao observed carefully, he discovered some doubts.
The body in the coffin was indeed a bit sallow, showing the color of death, but there was no sign of dryness and stiffness.
He boldly stretched out his hand and touched it. It was as cold as iron, but it still retained some elasticity, as if there was still a little bit of life left in the flesh and blood.
"What an incredible body!"
Zhang Yao was amazed by this.
He still clearly remembers the invincible and invincible power of this grandmaster on the battlefield a few years ago. You must know that this grandmaster was almost ninety years old at that time.
At the age of ninety, he could still possess such ferocious fighting power. In his previous life, he might have been considered "inhuman".
"My dear nephew, what are you..."
Zhao Donglai, who came in a hurry, was shocked when he saw this scene.
