The young man held the wooden blocks in both hands as weapons to fight against everyone. The soldiers waved their swords, but the young man suddenly abandoned the wooden blocks in his hands, knelt in front of his feet, tilted his head slightly, slid to everyone, grabbed the wrists of the two soldiers, twisted them hard, and heard two "clicks" sounds. The two screamed, and the swords in their hands immediately fell to the ground. Before the other soldiers could react, the young man moved over again, and according to the way they copied the gourd, everyone was shocked and retreated one after another.

The young man stood up and said, "I have distinguished guests here today, so I don't want to hurt your lives. You can disappear quickly, so that I will not be upset."

Liang Hairong looked at his soldiers and saw them as if they were a pile of sand. He thought to himself: "Before we arrived in Yingzhou this time, our morale was greatly reduced. If I don't take action, how can I convince my subordinates? I can't bear it!" He suddenly stood up and said: "Little brother, I have been tolerant of you again and again, but you are ungrateful. I have injured so many soldiers for no reason. No matter what sect you are, you can't tolerate you in my territory of Great Jin!"

The young man took a deep breath, approached his dantian with both hands, and said viciously: "I originally wanted to let you go, but I never thought that you would be disrespectful to our Cangqiu Sect. Don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Liang Hairong had not yet fought with him, but felt a sense of evil spirit coming towards him. He finally couldn't bear it anymore. With a wave of his right hand, two sharp weapons came out of nowhere.

The young man reached out and grabbed the hidden weapon that was flying in. He looked closely and found that it was two chopsticks, and immediately waved his hand to throw them at Liang Hairong. Liang Hairong pulled out the sword at his waist and cut off one of the chopsticks halfway, while the other chopstick flew under his stern and disappeared on the pillars in the house.

The soldiers surrounded and looked around and found that half-foot-long chopsticks had been embedded in the wooden stake. They were shocked and they all discussed: "This kid is not old and has such a deep internal strength. He must have learned some evil ways. The sword technique that our young master learned at a young age was created by the orthodox sect of Jizhou. I wonder if he could beat him."

Liang Hairong ignored the discussion of the soldiers under his command, raised his sword to prepare for the boy to fight. He accidentally found a deep dent on the sword body. He was shocked and thought: "Is it the chopsticks thrown by the boy just now? So handsome internal force." Several drops of cold sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.

The young man smiled disdainfully and said loudly: "The Central Plains martial arts generation is worse than the other generation. Sooner or later, I will be suppressed by my Cangqiong Sect."

Liang Hairong was very angry and thought that he would definitely win back some face today, so he didn't care too much about it. The sword suddenly took action and stabbed directly into the young man's chest. The young man and the intention replayed it, and only took action when Liang Hairong approached. Liang Hairong had just observed his moves carefully and had a solution in his mind. The young man in the sword was still two feet tall, and his wrist immediately turned, and the sword pushed it horizontally.

The young man was at a loss and did not dare to hold the sword blade with his hands. He hurriedly took a step back and raised his palm to capture Liang Hairong's wrist. Before Liang Hairong could get close to him, his feet had already left the ground, stabbed the sword on the wooden floor as a support, and kicked the young man horizontally to the head. The young man raised his hand to cover his forehead. When Liang Hairong's feet touched his palms, he immediately pushed them forward. The force of the palms and feet suddenly met, and both of them took a few steps back.

Although Liang Hairong's legs were as powerful as a thousand pounds, he still felt his body trembling at this time, and the sword drew a deep mark on the wooden floor. Liang Hairong stood firmly, and the boy had also stood up. Liang Hairong and the boy looked at each other, but did not say anything. The two passed more than twenty moves, but still did not decide the winner.

Liang Hairong was unscathed, and the soldiers were very pleased. Seeing that the boy was frustrated and thought that the opportunity was not to be missed, they immediately raised the knife and leaned over. The young man rubbed his wrist lightly, and felt his hands numb slightly, thinking: "This young man is not weak in martial arts, so it seems that he should not be treated casually." The young man was forced to the door, but saw that there were already two people standing at the door, and he had no way out. He said dissatisfiedly: "You guys are bullying me as a child today, and they are not ashamed?"

The soldiers remembered the humiliation they had just suffered, and wished they could rush over and tear the young man apart, and said gloatingly: "You kid are finally willing to give in. Where did the prestige just now go?"

The young man silently refused to answer, slowly lowered his head, as if thinking about something. Liang Hairong said, "Little brother, we have no grievances and no grudges. Even if this incident is a misunderstanding, if you hurt so many of me, I will leave!"

The young man suddenly raised his head, laughed coldly, and said, "How could you really let me go?" His palms drew several circles in front of his chest, and he shouted, "Look at the palm!" His hands were about to push forward.

Le Yiyang was stunned and thought: "This is the move of the Thunder Palm. Does this kid know Tuoba Jiyu? Young Master Liang and others didn't know how powerful this move was. They were completely unprepared at this time and would definitely be seriously injured." He didn't have time to think about it and shouted loudly: "Everyone lie down!"

Before Liang Hairong could react, he was pulled to one side by two soldiers beside him to avoid him, and the rest of the soldiers crawled to the ground.

The young man's lucky hand was disturbed, and his power was reduced to half. After the two palms were hit, the tables and chairs opposite him were all overturned, and the wooden stakes on the opposite side were also split into two pieces.

Everyone inside was shocked and did not expect the boy to be so powerful. When the waiter saw this, he didn't care about his belongings in the house and immediately escaped from the back door.

The young man looked back at Le Yiyang and said angrily: "Who are you? You actually know the power of my Cangqiong Sect's Divine Palm?" Le Yiyang replied: "I am a passerby in Zhaozhou. It doesn't matter who is your surname? Who are you? What is your relationship with Tuoba Jiyu? Why do you use the Thunder Palm to hurt people?"

The young man thought to himself: "This person doesn't want to reveal his name, maybe because he is afraid that I will go to seek revenge in the future. He is very different from these soldiers' clothing. It seems that they are not the same person. What should I worry about?" So he straightened up and said arrogantly: "I am Wang Chonghan, the third-generation disciple of the Cangqiong Sect. Since you know my uncle, you will know that my Cangqiong Sect is powerful. But I want to correct you. What I just used was not the Thunder God Palm, but the Thunder God Palm. The Thunder God Palm and the Thunder God Palm are the martial arts of our Cangqiong Sect. Although the moves are similar, the internal skills used are completely different."

Le Yiyang asked, "Since you have such magical martial arts, I am willing to listen to your advice." The young man became cautious when he heard what he said, lowered his head and thought, "If he knew the mystery, wouldn't my Cangqiong Sect be in danger? Then the master blamed me, and I would not be able to bear this responsibility."
Chapter completed!