"Sheets...Sheets..."

At some point, this place was surrounded by many beggars.

A group of beggars held bamboo sticks and bamboo boards in their hands, and kept knocking, with a rapid voice, implying killing.

"Swish!"

Several bamboo sticks poked out from the crowd and hit Constable Chen and several others.

The bamboo stick has weak strength and will not be taken seriously by several people.

But among the many sticks, several bamboo sticks came fiercely, like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole.

If you have a stick, you point to the throat, heart, vagina and other vital points.

If he faced it alone, not to mention Constable Chen, even his yamen runners would probably be able to stop him.

But if you have a bunch of sticks covering it, you will suffer any injury if you are not careful.

"Get out!"

Constable Chen opened his eyes, surrounded himself with a long knife in his hand, and rushed towards the door.

The sword light was colorful, wrapping people up and cutting off many sticks in an instant.

The shadow of the sword flew, which also made the beggars retreat repeatedly.

The owner of the Pavilion Zhao was behind him, and his long sword flashed continuously. Although he was not very fast, he accurately knocked away several powerful sticks.

"Peng!"

Seeing that he was about to rush out of the lobby, a dull sound suddenly sounded outside the door, as if something was jumping down from the upper floor.

"spread!"

"call……"

The beggars were forced to move toward both sides by huge force, and a burly figure rushed in with an iron rod.

The man was even taller than Fang Zheng, wearing a torn hemp coat, and he could see his tendons and flesh all over his body.

The iron rod in his hand was as thick as a child's arm, and it was thrust straight forward, which made people frightened.

"when……"

The swords and sticks collided, and the sound waves rolled.

Constable Chen paused, and blood immediately emerged from the tiger's mouth.

The big man also swayed, staggering and regressing for several steps before he stopped.

But with his hindrance, everyone's pace of progress stopped, and beggars around him also rushed up.

Group fighting is completely different from martial arts competition. The compact space greatly limits the use of martial arts.

While the group of sticks were dancing, even the master Zhao, who was skilled in swordsmanship, was hit several times.

"Bold, I am a county magistrate. Can you rebel?"

In the chaos, Constable Chen waved his sword and roared.

"fart!"

Dong Kuang's voice rang in the crowd: "We do business well, and you are forced to the door with a knife. You must be pretending to be a fake detective!"

"Blow me hard!"

"Don't worry about beating to death!"

As the sound came, the beggars rushed forward, and some even took out their short blades, showing a ferocious look on their faces.

When the Beggars' Sect gains a foothold in one place, they often need to establish their authority first.

Only by showing off your fangs with this harsh hands can you slowly make it happen if you know that you are not easy to provoke.

Unlike other forces, as a gang that can only prosper in chaos, the Beggars' Sect is naturally in opposition to the court.

It is common to use the yamen to perform surgery.

Even if the yamen holds accountable, the Beggars' Sect most lacks is the people who can bear the blame!

It was also because of this that Constable Chen and others knew that this was the hall of the Beggars' Sect and immediately understood that something was wrong.

During the fight, blood splashed, and yamen runners and the screams of the guards.

Pedestrians on the street had long been avoiding them, and nearby shops also opened the doors.

The bustling streets became empty, and Fang Zheng and the others who were still there were particularly conspicuous.

Seeing that his father was in danger, Zhao Yanying's expression changed drastically.

"father!"

She called out hurriedly, without caring about anything else, drew her sword and rushed towards the hall.

Fang Zheng sighed, moved his right hand and followed.

"I dare to come up."

The first thing the two of them faced was the burly man holding an iron stick.

The big man turned around and clenched his fists, his fingers clattered, and he walked towards the two of them with a grim smile.

He is tall, like a violent bear. Although he has not taken action, his aura is unstable.

Fang Zheng and Zhao Yanying looked at each other and rushed towards the opponent at the same time.

Zhao Yanying's long sword was spread out, like a pine wind. Although it was not very strong, its murderous intent was amazing.

Fang Zheng calmed down his breath, suppressed distracting thoughts with the sea of ​​consciousness, and clenched his left fist with his left hand and snatched it from the side.

The two were a woman and a wounded man. The man didn't take it seriously at first, and he didn't dare to underestimate him after contact.

"good!"

With an angry shout, the iron stick in his hand danced and sang at the two of them.

In a blink of an eye, the three of them fought together.

"Crack...Crack..."

On the empty street, a black carriage appeared at some point.

The coachman had a simple face and a long gray cloth gown. He was actually the one who asked Fang Zheng for direction a few days ago.

Faced with the chaos ahead, if the coachman had not seen him, he would not change his face and drag the carriage with one hand and walked steadily.

The battle next to it is in sharp contrast with the tranquility of the carriage.

"Cha Meng."

At some point, the curtain of the car was lifted from inside, and a Taoist figure was hidden.

"master."

The coachman paused, and the horse pulling the cart stopped his four hooves.

"Save people."

The Taoist in the car spoke.

"yes."

The coachman seemed a little surprised, but he nodded.

Then he loosened the reins and walked towards the entrance of the hall.

His steps were not too fast or too slow, but he took more than a meter of his foot. After a few steps, he came to Fang Zheng and the others.

"Get out!"

The big man only felt a figure swaying in the corner of his eyes, and there was one more person, and he didn't think much about waving his stick and smashed it over.

"Oh……"

The coachman chuckled and shook his head.

Facing the coming iron rod, he did not move his shoulders or shake, and continued to step closer.

"Peng!"

Iron stick attacks the body.

The man is already burly and has a lot of strength.

In addition, after practicing martial arts and stick techniques, this stick can break the door of the mansion.

But when it falls on the person who comes, it only stirs up some dust.

"Good strength."

The coachman nodded slowly, then pressed down with one hand with a light palm.

A seemingly soft palm fell on the man's body, and it actually collapsed his sternum several inches into his body.

The crisp sound of bone cracks came in sequence.

"puff!"

The big man trembled, blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes looked down at his chest in disbelief.

"Dang..."

Iron stick falls to the ground.

His body shook and took two steps back, opening his mouth to speak, but finally staggered and lost all his breath.

He killed someone casually, but the coachman's expression remained unchanged and continued to walk inward.
To be continued...