Chapter 19

"If a horse dies, I'll compensate for san'er's discount. The person who hit me can't!"

Zhang Heng gnawed his teeth expressionless.

"Compensation?"

Zhang Fuyuan, the steward, seemed to hear the big joke and trembled with laughter. "Funny, can you afford to pay for it, a poor dog? I tell you, I just want to hit people. What can you do? "

Then he winked at the dark and strong boy beside him.

"Zhang San, I'll teach you a lesson for the steward!"

The boy raised the whip in his hand and pulled it towards Zhang San's face. Zhang San trembled with fear, but he didn't dare to avoid. Zhang Heng was quick in his eyes and hands. He directly grabbed it, shook his hand and robbed the whip.

"Fight to death! If something happens, I'll be responsible! "

The steward Zhang Fuyuan angrily scolded.

The dark boy immediately rushed up with his teeth clenched, and the shadow of his fist was flying. His outstanding performance was Fuhu fist!

This young man has four levels of cultivation in martial arts. He is practicing the martial arts' Fuhu Fist '.

The fist technique is just fierce and overbearing. The fist hits the flesh and hits the soft rib.

"Ignorant man, dare to take the initiative with my little family!"

With a sneer, Zhang Heng immediately showed his gravel fist and went forward.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Hearing only three harsh gas explosions, the young man's fist power was easily received by Zhang Heng, and the two fists that followed him directly poured into the young man's arm, click and click, and the young man's hand bone broke.

"Wow, my hand bone is broken..."

The dark boy rolled around with his arms.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating the enemy and gaining 200 experience points! "

The system prompts the sound to enter the eardrum.

"Rebelled, rebelled..."

The steward Zhang Fuyuan was preparing to see a good play. Who thought his men were not the enemy of unity, so he was very angry.

"Steward, you usually bully my brother Zhang San. Should you calculate the general ledger today?"

Zhang Heng clenched his fist and walked to Zhang Fuyuan with a smile.

"You, what do you want? I tell you, I'm the real power steward of Zhangjia. If you dare to touch me, you won't be afraid of the Lord's death sentence? "

The steward Zhang Fuyuan gave a shivering warning.

Although he is the steward of Zhangjia and has a high position, he doesn't practice martial arts. He just depends on his relationship. If he really wants to start, he has no place to escape.

"Bang!"

Without saying a word, Zhang Heng knocked down the steward Zhang Fuyuan, who weighed more than 200 kilograms, to the ground with one punch.

"Ding!"

"Gain 1 experience point!"

The system prompts the sound to enter the eardrum.

"What? "There is only 1 experience point to beat this dead fat pig?"

Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, looked contemptuous on his face, and smiled in his heart, "it seems that even the system can't look at this dead fat pig!"

"Come on, kill..."

Zhang Fuyuan's nose was directly interrupted by a punch. His nose was bleeding. At this time, he lay on the ground and shouted for help.

"It's over. I'm in big trouble now..."

Zhang San was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

Zhang Heng helped Zhang San up and comforted him, "san'er, listen to my orders. From now on, your salary will be increased ten times, fifty Liang silver a year!"

"Really... Really?"

Zhang San looked at Zhang Heng in disbelief and gasped excitedly.

"When did I lie to you?"

Zhang Heng grinned and suddenly changed the subject, "however, if you want to get a higher salary, you must complete a task."

"What mission? As long as the little master speaks, even if it's going up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire, I won't say goodbye. "

Zhang San clapped his chest.

"Beat up the old dog Zhang Fuyuan!"

Zhang Heng said in a deep voice.

"Hit... Hit the steward?"

Zhang Sanyi was stunned and looked at Zhang Heng with some hesitation, but soon he clenched his teeth and made a fierce attack. He rushed forward and punched and kicked the steward Zhang Fuyuan, which made the steward Zhang Fuyuan black and blue, like killing a pig.

"Ha ha, cool!"

Zhang San laughed loudly. If he wanted to release more gas in his heart, he would have more gas!

Dada dada.

At this time, two fast horses came flying in the distance. The leading fast horse sat an old man with white hair and beard. It was Zhang Maosen, the elder of Zhangjia.

On the horseback behind him was a burly man in plate armor, with a heavy sword on his back and a grim face. It was hard to provoke at first sight.

"Elder, you have to decide for me!"

As soon as the steward Zhang Fuyuan saw someone coming, he immediately climbed to the horse on which Zhang Maosen rode in tears and sniveled, "the young master and the groom rebelled and dared to beat me! Catch them quickly and execute them immediately! "

Zhang Maosen frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Fuyuan coldly.

"Elder."

As soon as Zhang Heng saw Zhang Maosen, he smiled and saluted.

Zhang Maosen smiled, nodded, turned over and dismounted, and helped the steward Zhang Fuyuan up. Before the steward Zhang Fuyuan continued to complain about Zhang Heng's crimes, he impatiently interrupted, "Zhang Fuyuan, the young owner is the future owner, below one person and above ten thousand people! Even if you teach you a lesson, you'd better not make things big, so as not to be more embarrassed! "

Zhang Fuyuan's fat and swollen face suddenly became stiff and his lips trembled.

"Elder, you... You..."

Zhang Fuyuan, the steward, wanted to cry without tears. He wanted to die.

"I... I want to tell the owner and let the owner decide for me..."

Zhang Fuyuan said, gnashing his teeth.

"Hey, hey, Zhang Fuyuan, the elder has spoken. You are still stubborn. It seems that you haven't paid attention to the elder!"

Zhang Heng walked to Zhang Fuyuan with a sneer and squeezed his fist. "Since you want to make things big, I'll just beat you again. I'll see what the owner can do to me!"

"You... What are you doing?"

As soon as Zhang Fuyuan saw Zhang Heng nearby, he was so frightened that his urine dripped down.

Bang!

Zhang Heng threw a punch, directly smashed Zhang Fuyuan out and collapsed to the ground.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating the enemy and gaining 1 experience! "

The system prompts the sound into the eardrum, full of malice.

This punch made Zhang Fuyuan cry miserably and roll all over the ground. He couldn't get up from the ground for a long time.

"Elder, you have seen it! Zhang Heng committed a crime to rebel. You have to decide for me... "

Zhang Fuyuan painted his face with tears and snot and wailed to seek shelter from Zhang Maosen.

"Cough, I didn't see anything just now. What happened?"

Zhang Maosen cleared his throat and looked innocently at Zhang Fuyuan.

"Don't you see?"

Zhang Fuyuan vomited out a pool of blood, and fainted on the spot.

"Boy, hurry to send Zhang Fuyuan to see a doctor. If you delay, I'll ask you."

Zhang Maosen bent over to check the injury of Zhang Fuyuan, clapped his hands, and ordered the dark boy kneeling on the ground.

If the dark boy was granted amnesty, he knelt on the ground and banged his head for Zhang Maosen and Zhang Heng for three times. Then he endured the pain of broken tendons and bones, dragged Zhang Fuyuan's fat body into the carriage, and then staggered into the carriage and fled.

"Elder, why are you here?"

Zhang Heng looked at Zhang Maosen with a smile.

"You're such a restless troublemaker. You'll feel bad if you don't make trouble all day..."

Zhang Maosen glared at Zhang Heng angrily, and suddenly said with a smile: "I cooked a pot of soup with century old Ganoderma lucidum last night. After drinking it, I finally recovered from the wind and cold that plagued me for several months. Today I came to thank you, but you weren't at your residence. I heard Xiao Yan say you came to the racecourse. I'll come to see you and urge you to practice by the way. "

Zhang Heng suddenly realized it, looked at Zhang Maosen with a smile and said, "don't worry, elder. When the family has a big competition, I will be ashamed and win glory for Zhangjia! The younger generation of the three families, no one will be my opponent! "

Zhang Heng has now entered the six levels of martial arts and has absolute confidence in killing the peers of the three families.

"Zhang Heng, don't take it lightly. I got the news this morning that Li Wei of the Li family, with the help of the three elders of the Li family, has been successfully promoted to the six levels of martial arts. If you meet him, you may not be his opponent!"

Zhang Maosen solemnly said, "I came here today to guide you to practice and let you improve your accomplishments as soon as possible."

"Hehe, Li Wei has been promoted to the sixth weight of martial arts?"

Zhang Heng shook his head with a smile and shook his head disapprovingly. "Elder, to tell you the truth, I have been promoted to the sixth weight of martial arts, and I can be promoted to the seventh weight of martial arts in a few days!"

"What!? Zhang Heng, are you kidding? "

Zhang Maosen took a breath and couldn't believe his ears.

Zhang Heng just resumed his cultivation not long ago. He was promoted from the first weight of martial arts to the second weight of martial arts. In just ten days, he was promoted to the sixth weight of martial arts?

What is the cultivation speed?

"Hey, hey, elder, watch it!"

Zhang Heng licked his lips and began to try his best to stimulate the aura in his body. Soon, the majestic aura roared wildly, and a powerful fluctuation of aura rippled from Zhang Heng's body, causing bursts of gas explosion.

"This... This is the spiritual power fluctuation of Wudao Liuzhong!"

Zhang Maosen felt the crazy spiritual power in the air and stared in amazement. "From the strength of spiritual power alone, many martial artists with seven levels of martial arts may not be as strong as you!"

Zhang San, who was on one side, looked straight and retreated a few steps in fear of being affected by the terrible spiritual power fluctuation.

"Zhang Heng, how do you practice?"

The elder Zhang Maosen is well-informed, but he has never seen anyone with Zhang Heng's cultivation speed. Looking into Zhang Heng's eyes is like looking at a demon.

"Hey, hey, don't reveal the secret."

Zhang Heng smiled and deliberately sold it.

"Good, good! Hahaha, Zhang Heng, you really surprised me! "

Zhang Maosen laughed loudly, patted Zhang Heng on the shoulder, and his eyes were full of relief. "In that case, I'll guide you to cultivate your martial arts. Your realm and accomplishments are not under Li Wei. As long as you practice your martial arts more skillfully, I believe you will be able to be ashamed of yourself in the family competition!"

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