Tian Qianli ran into Baicao Hall sweating profusely, his face a little ugly.
"Tell me, what news did you hear? Why did everyone come to challenge Zhang Kun?"
Wang Jingya quickly stepped forward and asked.
She had just ordered some people to go out to inquire about the news. Tian Qianli, as one of the runners who came to Baicaotang to help run errands, volunteered and went out.
Putting aside his talent in martial arts, he was from a lower class background in the capital, but he was well-known in the West. He had quite a reputation here in the west, so he was able to find information smoothly.
"Early this morning, news came from somewhere... There is a secret reward. Anyone who challenges and maims Master Zhang to death will be rewarded with a fourth-grade crown and a seal with a sword to protect him. At the same time, there is also a thousand taels of silver and a mansion in the capital. "
Tian Qianli looked bitter as he talked about the news he had learned.
"Nowadays, the martial arts masters from other places who come to the capital to seek a living are all crazy with joy, and eight out of ten have come to Baicao Hall.
Those who came in front were still some young boxers who were not very skilled in martial arts. They were just the vanguard, and there were probably bigger guys behind them. "
Who doesn’t want to be a high-ranking official and ride a fine horse?
Be successful and famous, and return rich to your hometown.
Since the imperial court has given this rare opportunity, even if it means going through mountains of swords and seas of fire, you have to try it.
What's more, it's just a competition with a young martial artist who is said to have suffered internal injuries and defeating him is enough.
It's so easy.
If it hadn't been for the reputation of Yuanshun Escort Agency, there might have been more than three times as many people coming to challenge him at this time.
"Pa bang..."
As soon as Xiao Lin and Xiao Wu carried Lin Kuan out of the courtyard, they were kicked upside down and fell into the courtyard.
Xiaowu had thick skin and thick flesh. He was just struggling in pain, but he didn't suffer any internal injuries.
Xiao Lin, however, was very thin. He was kicked in the lower abdomen and vomited a mouthful of blood.
"who?"
Zhang Kun was furious.
"Zhang Kun, I'm here to poke Zeng Shijie in the foot. I can't stand your ruthless actions and maiming fellow martial arts fellows. I'm here to seek justice for him and to teach you about your kung fu."
What came was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, wearing short clothes and a short coat. Half of his left ear was missing. It was unknown whether it was bitten off by a cat or dog, or cut off by a weapon.
As soon as this man entered the yard, he stared at Zhang Kun with bright eyes, as if he were seeing thousands of taels of silver walking.
"So, you just kicked and injured Xiao Lin and Xiao Wu to show off your kicking skills?"
Zhang Kun's eyes narrowed into a thin line, covering up the bloodshot eyes that were creeping up, and he suddenly smiled, "You come to challenge and want to take advantage, I understand, but you shouldn't attack randomly. No one here is a bastard and will not be spoiled. you."
"You're talking about those two guys. They deceived me and there was no one in Beihe. They just dropped Lin Kuan and threw him on the street without even saying to treat his injuries. Isn't this sending people to die? Give them a little A lesson is to teach them how to be a good person."
The words were talking about Xiao Wu and Xiao Lin, but Zeng Shijie's eyes were always fixed on Zhang Kun. Who he was talking about was obvious without asking.
"Very well, let's take action."
Zhang Kun didn't want to say anything more.
Murderous intent was already in his heart.
I poke my nose and hit my eyes, endlessly, this is...
"Let me see your crazy sword, where is the madness?"
Zeng Shijie moved slightly, raised his legs, three legs on the left and three on the right, kicking out a ball of legs, which was dizzying.
The force of his legs whined sharply, just like a wooden stick being swung into the air, kicking up the dust on the ground, and with a roar, he rushed towards Zhang Kun's face.
At the same time, his stature suddenly dropped by three feet, and he ran quickly close to the ground. He crossed his leg and shoved Zhang Kun's ankle.
"sharp……"
"Insidious, this guy is so good at martial arts."
"Zeng Shijie of Wenxin Kick is also well-known in the North. He is a great boxer of Yi Jin. He came to the capital ten days ago, kicked two martial arts gyms and escaped without a trace. This trip is probably to make a name for himself."
Some of the onlookers recognized this person.
At this point, most people have figured it out.
Zeng Shijie's arrogance in front of him was actually all fake.
He deliberately and unreasonably kicked and injured Xiao Wu and Xiao Lin, just to anger Zhang Kun... Moreover, he was afraid that his opponent would not be fooled, so he first performed a few kicks and jabs in the martial arts style, using long and long strikes, and his leg movements Fierce.
When everyone, including Zhang Kun, thought he was using an upright kick, he quietly stirred up the gravel, sand, and dust on the ground and struck Zhang Kun in the eye.
At the same time, he uses jab-kung-wen style kicks, soft and continuous treacherous attacks, and directly attacks the lower body...
Shoveling ankles, breaking knees, and kicking the vagina, all done in one go, with ruthless moves.
"This is what you rely on!"
Zhang Kun stretched out his hand to protect his face, blocking the gravel and sand. As soon as his feet moved, it was as if he was stirred by the wind in his legs and floated backwards. He was already taking three steps back.
Zeng Shijie's three legs connected in a row, and each time he kicked the ball in the air, he realized that his opponent was still far away.
He couldn't hit the right position, and all his power was in the air.
I was shocked.
His move was unexpected and defeated many strong opponents.
Others thought he was a reckless man. In fact, Zeng Shijie was famous for his legs and broke many people's legs. The word "reckless" can be used to describe him.
Not only is he not reckless, but he is able to adapt to the changing circumstances.
Seeing that Zhang Kun's shoulders didn't move, his head didn't move, and his legs didn't even bend at all. He flew backwards like a paper kite with its strings pulled, and he avoided his own killing move as he was so light and without any fireworks.
He knew that this man's martial arts was at least a step above his own.
If you continue to fight, you will win less and lose more, which is nothing more than self-humiliation.
"Wait a minute."
Zeng Shijie shouted loudly.
His body shape also plummeted.
He didn't want to fight.
Just after he took two steps back, a figure flashed beside him.
Before fear could arise in his heart, a hand silently touched his neck and throat.
"Click..."
Zhang Kun moved to Zeng Shijie's side with his dragon body and Bagua steps, and grabbed his neck with a "violent worry and seizing sheep style". His palm movements were slightly wrong, and he broke his cervical vertebrae.
He threw the man out of the yard and called back, "Tian Qianli, go get a piece of red paper and write a few words."
Zhang Kun turned his head and thought for a while, then said: "Just write, it is not only a distinction between high and low, but also a matter of life and death. Eight words, the first one is the challenger. If you are not afraid of death, just come, I, Zhang Kun, will take on them all."
"yes."
Tian Qianli let out a heavy breath.
When Zeng Shijie came to the door just now, he was so arrogant and arrogant that he was so angry that he exploded with anger.
At this time, seeing Zhang Kun kill his opponent with one swift move, he immediately felt relieved.
Ever since he was defeated by Zhang Kun in Taihe Restaurant by stealing a chicken, he has experienced many things since then.
Tian Qianli's thoughts are also constantly changing... He has experienced a complex mental journey of dissatisfaction, unwillingness, admiration and worship.
This time, coming to Baicaotang to protect the Dharma was not sent by someone, but was earned through his own hard work.
He felt that as long as he followed Zhang Kun, he could learn many principles of doing things for others...
Occasionally, you will learn a move and a half from the opponent, which is of great benefit to improving your own boxing skills.
Of course, the most important thing is that following Zhang Kun, he no longer has to worry about gold and silver, and he is no longer the son of a tenant farmer who came from a miserable background.
Although he can't be said to be wealthy now, the situation at home has improved greatly. My younger brother, who usually can't afford to eat, can also have money to study at his father's martial arts school.
He also bought a house of his own on Sanhe Road, so he no longer had to worry about whether he would be hungry tomorrow.
Everything is wonderful.
This time, in order to come to Baicaotang, he even postponed the time of examination to become an escort.
Yes, Tian Qianli has reached the state of joint force at this time and can serve as an escort.
He clattered to find a piece of red paper, wrote eight big characters on it, and posted it on the willow tree outside the yard.
Wow...
A group of people gathered around, and someone who could read read aloud.
"It's a matter of life and death."
Everyone listened and looked at the two bodies, one crippled and one dead, placed beside the street, feeling chilled in their hearts.
Is this still a challenge?
People have made it clear that they are going to kill them.
If you don’t have three points and three points, don’t go to Liangshan.
Anyone who has a hint of wink will secretly estimate his own strength and quietly back down.
The soft persimmon is not soft, and the fourth-grade Dingdai and the thousand taels of silver in the West Palace are not that easy to get.
The facts are there. If Zhang Kun is really a soft persimmon, how can he possibly win the title of the first among the "Four Best Players in Beijing"? Yes, he is now ranked first.
Moreover, he dared to face Zhang Chonghua, the famous master of the Huiyou Escort Agency, "Camel Lion". How dare you do this if you really have no hard skills?
"This matter should be over here."
"It's no longer exciting."
As everyone was about to disperse, they saw another person stepping into the courtyard.
The person who entered the courtyard was a handsome and elegant young man from a wealthy family wearing a white robe and a jeweled round hat.
As soon as the man entered the courtyard, he raised his hands and smiled and said: "Master Zhang's skill is extremely rare. My brother Baimei Fist Guan Liang is very happy to see Xun Xin. I want to ask for some advice. I wonder if I can give him some face?"
"Are you here to challenge too? For those thousand taels of silver? No, judging from your outfit, you must be from a wealthy family, and you should look down on the silver. That's because you want to be an official for the fourth-grade crown."
Zhang Kun's eyes were deep and he seemed to be smiling, "Did you see the notice?"
"I saw it."
Guan Liang answered honestly.
"Brother Zhang must be joking."
"I never joke."
Zhang Kun had a cold face.
The only person who dared to challenge me at this time was a master with amazing skills.
Or he's just a fool with a missing piece of his brain.
There is also another type, naturally a sinister person with treacherous thoughts who wants to steal the chicken.
His sarcastic remarks seemed to make Guan Liang, a young man from a wealthy family, uneasy.
"Then I won't disturb you..."
Guan Liang was not angry at all, he just smiled awkwardly, held his hands in front of him, bent down to salute, and bowed to the ground.
"Boom..."
Three black lights behind him were in the shape of a pin, and they shot to Zhang Kun's throat and left and right chests like lightning.
The arrowhead was dark and smelly, and it was obviously poisoned.
At the same time, there was a mechanical "click" sound on his arched arms, and small blue arrows as dense as a rainstorm were shot out.
"So brave."
"Hit someone in the back."
"Rat..."
Suddenly, there was an exclamation of surprise from all around.
But no one would have thought that this gentle and gentle young master just now would actually have a crossbow hidden on his back and sleeve arrows tied to his wrists.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to salute, they both had attacks at the same time.
The hidden weapon is quenched with poison, covering several feet in front of him, which is simply extremely sinister.
"As long as I can win, you don't care what method I use. Isn't a hidden weapon considered martial arts?"
Guan Liang, the white-browed fist man, raised his head with a smile, a smile of success on his face.
I thought to myself that those people in front of me were really stupid. They didn’t need to fight with others head-on. They were so ugly.
This is great, a few worthless arrows can take care of everything.
"It's also considered martial arts."
A voice rang in my ears.
Guan Liang was suddenly stunned. He looked in front of him and found that there was no one there. The scene in his imagination of Zhang Kun being pricked into a hedgehog did not happen.
The other party stood beside him quietly, as if he had been standing here all the time, watching his performance.
"No, I just wanted to make a joke with Brother Zhang."
Guan Liang's face twitched, and he struggled to squeeze out a smile.
"Then I'm kidding too."
Zhang Kun slapped down Guan Liang's head with lightning speed.
Bang...
Like a giant hammer striking down.
Before Guan Liang had time to make a second reaction, his head had been hit hard into the neck cavity by this palm, and his whole body was shortened by several points.
"Not funny at all."
Zhang Kun reached out and threw Guan Liang's body out of the yard, looked back at the crowd of onlookers, turned around and entered the hospital.
Everyone was silent.
This time, no one came out to challenge.
