Great Martial God Chapter 93: Let’s relax

　　 Everyone present, hearing Wang Yu's words, the muscles of their faces twitched unnaturally.

　　 For a long time, Tan Sanqian looked at Wang Yu with a little angrily: "Boy, anyone would say that if you feel impatient with your life, I don’t mind helping you."

　　 "Fuck your uncle, who is it? Believe it or not, I chopped you off." Hu Lao San glared at him, interjected, and spoke extremely sturdy.

　　 Wow!

　　 As soon as he opened his mouth, the disciples of the Beggars all around took a step forward, with a forceful aura, staring at Wang Yu and them one by one, as if they would do anything at any time.

　　 At this time, Mr. Jiang stood up and looked at Tan Sanqian sideways. "Are you the rudder of the Beggar Gang?"

　　 "That's right, it's this seat." Tan Sanqian can ignore Wang Yu, but it doesn't mean that he will also ignore Elder Jiang.

　　 "The people who openly injured the city lord mansion, are you provoking the city lord mansion?" Jiang Lao raised his brows and directly covered the opponent with a high hat. If the other party agreed, then Wang Yu and the others would have enough The reason to move them.

　　 When Zhang Wenzong heard this, he thought of Elder Jiang’s intentions. Before he could speak, he heard Tan Sanqian smile coldly: "You killed my apprentice, and I haven’t asked you to settle accounts. These, what about the one who hurt you?"

　　 As soon as he finished talking, Zhang Wenzong frowned and knew that something was broken. Older Jiang seemed to be waiting for the other person to say so, and narrowed his eyes: "Just admit it, then go with the old man. Come on!"

　　 "I'll take a trip with you, don't you think it's a joke." Tan Sanqian was burned with anger, and has not yet recovered.

　　 Wang Yu secretly admired him, and listened to Mr. Jiang continuing to say: "Since you think it's a joke, don't blame the old man for being rude." When the voice fell, Mr. Jiang suddenly shot his hand and disappeared in place.

　　 said that it’s as fast as lightning. The next moment, he appeared in front of Tan Sanqian, raised his hand and chopped it out, and directly displayed the open palm.

　　 At this time, Tan Sanqian woke up, hurriedly resisted, took the opportunity to retreat to a distance, and Jiang Lao stood where he was just now.

　　 Everyone didn't expect Jiang Lao to do it directly. Fortunately, Tan Sanqian responded in a timely manner, otherwise the results would be unimaginable.

　　 Standing still, Tan Sanqian looked at Mr. Jiang with an ugly face and said, "You old fellow, I am still taking the initiative if I don’t do anything to you. I am afraid that you will not succeed." As he said, he twisted his feet. With force, the whole person burst out.

　　 Seeing Tan Sanqian's hands, the disciples of the beggars immediately yelled: "Go on, everyone, take them down."

　　 Now that Tan Sanqian is doing it, they naturally can't watch.

　　Besides, the beggars are usually from poor people, and they have never been used to those high-ranking officials and rich children. With this move, a few disciples of the Beggar Gang immediately rushed towards Wang Yu, as if they had some deep hatred with him.

　　 Boss Hu looked at them and yelled: "Protect the son." While speaking, he raised his knife and rushed towards the disciples of the beggars. Before getting close to them, he swept across the knife. The beggar flew to the ground with his disciples.

　　 There are bosses Hu and Laosan Hu to help intercept, but there is no beggar to help the disciple approach Wang Yu.

　　 Upon seeing this, Wang Yu's gaze fell on Zhang Wenzong who was not far away. The latter felt Wang Yu's gaze, a wry smile, and stared at him, without the meaning of avoiding or not meeting his face.

　　Wang Yu took the Jinyang sword, paused, and walked away. After a few breaths, he came to the other side not far away, and said with a smile: "Big Brother Zhang, since the first time I saw you, Ben Shao I really appreciate what you are."

　　"What does Prince Wang mean by this?"

　　"Big Brother Zhang, don’t you understand that the so-called good birds choose trees to live, instead of wasting their talents in a mixed gang of beggars, it is better to follow Ben Shao."

　　 Wang Yu didn't deliberately lower his voice. For a while, even the others around him heard him. Tan Sanqian staggered when he heard it and almost fell to the ground.

　　 I didn't expect Wang Yu to be so shameless, openly digging the corner in front of him, and simply didn't put him in the eye.

　　 Zhang Wenzong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Prince Wang, don't embarrass me. The Beggars are kind to me. Lord Tan Ruo has brotherhood to me, so..."

　　 Hearing this, Wang Yu interrupted him directly: "Why don’t we do this, let’s play a game. If you beat me, I didn’t say anything today. If you lose, then it will be mine from now on. People, what do you think?"

　　 "Um..." Zhang Wenzong was stunned. It was not that he didn't see Wang Yu's strength, but he was a little curious. Wang Yu only has the strength of a third-rate master, and he would challenge him to a second-rate master. Makes him confused.

　　 Seeing Zhang Wenzong hesitating on the spot, Wang Yu raised his brows and asked, "Why, Brother Zhang thinks he can't beat me yet?"

　　 "This is naturally not." Zhang Wenzong shook his head.

　　 "That said, Brother Zhang agreed." Wang Yu pursed his lips, and without giving Zhang Wenzong a chance to refute, he directly backhanded the Jinyang Sword and held it up in front of his chest with his left arm.

　　At that time, Wang Yu's momentum changed, and a fierce aura filled Zhang Wenzong's face, making Zhang Wenzong look solemn, and subconsciously felt that he could not underestimate him.

　　 When the folding fan in Zhang Wenzong's hand was closed, Wang Yu suddenly drew his sword, and a dazzling light suddenly appeared, causing him to subconsciously close his eyes and retreat.

　　 hum——

　　 There was a humming sound that pierced the air. Zhang Wenzong felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and conditioned his reflex to swing a folding fan forward.

　　ding——

　　 At a critical moment, a blow blocked the sword that Wang Yu stabbed, and his eyes opened. Wang Yu looked at him with a smile on his face.

　　 Then, Wang Yu flicked the Jinyang sword, shook his folding fan, and swiped it out quickly, hitting his lower abdomen.

　　 Zhang Wenzong could see that Wang Yu did not use internal force, and he used ordinary moves in basic swordsmanship. One thing was fast, except for fast or fast.

　　The Golden Sun Sword is like a snake. With one stabbing and sweeping, it was blocked by Zhang Wenzong, but it didn't make him breathe. On the contrary, his spirit became more tense.

　　 At this time, Wang Yu’s voice rang in Zhang Wenzong’s ears: “Big Brother Zhang, don’t be so nervous, let’s relax.” Before Zhang Wenzong could respond, Wang Yu was found to be slumping and someone came. His side, swinging his sword horizontally.

　　 The sword shadows are continuous and airtight. It can be said that at least dozens of times the sword is swung for a moment~IndoMTL.com~Dingdingding——

　　 Zhang Wenzong waved his folding fan to resist, and at the same time he turned his body and leaped back, separating the two people, and threw the folding fan in his hand as a dart.

　　咻——

　　 The fierce wind swept across, and the folding fan rotated in the air to cut off Wang Yu's head. All of this happened in an instant. Wang Yu's body turned sideways, avoiding the opponent's folding fan.

　　 Seeing that the folding fan did not hit Wang Yu, it turned and flew back.

　　 got the folding fan again, and Zhang Wenzong moved under his feet, and took the folding fan and nodded to Wang Yu's shoulder, intending to strike acupuncture points and subdue Wang Yu.

Wang Yu who watched 　　 smiled coldly, the golden sun sword trembling, turned into a light curtain to envelop Zhang Wenzong's folding fan, the forcing opponent had to retreat, swinging the folding fan and hitting, there was a tinkling sound.

　　 once again defuse Zhang Wenzong’s attack, Wang Yu slapped his hand as a sword. This time he directly used True Qi, a sharp sword aura surging, and its power should not be underestimated. The latter resisted it with a folding fan and was directly shattered by the sword aura. Folding fan.

　　 made Zhang Wenzong retreat a few steps in embarrassment, and found that Wang Yu's attack came again, stepped down, thrusting his sword straight, his sharp sword aura was unsteady, it can be said that a moment of kung fu arrived in front of him.

　　 "Drink~!" Seeing Wang Yu's sharp blow, Zhang Wenzong raised his hand and blasted out without thinking.

　　 The violent wind swept through, turning into a wave of air and swept over Wang Yu.

　　嘭——

　　 Relying on the advantage of deep internal strength, this was able to defuse Wang Yu with a close blow, but it did not make Zhang Wenzong feel relieved. He stood on the spot with a vigilant face, looked at Wang Yu again, and found that the other party was missing. Up.

　　 At this time, he felt a faint chill coming from behind, and he decisively tilted his upper body, and the Jin Yang sword was cut directly from above his body, causing Zhang Wenzong to sweat.