Because of his words, the Chang family stopped and the Zheng family took the opportunity to retreat, but Zheng Heng was still locked by the middle-aged man.

"Let him go!"

"Let him go!"

The people from the Zheng family shouted angrily, their noses and faces were swollen, and some were injured and their mouths were covered with blood. Because they were unable to compete with the other party, they did not force themselves forward at this time.

Zheng Heng stared at Chang Wu angrily. Because he was no match for the middle-aged man, his hands were locked and the sword in his hand had already landed. He did not expect that he was a famous master in the academy, but when he arrived here, he could not even beat a guard of the Chang family.

Is this the foundation of famous nobles? Is this the confidence of their arrogantness?

My heart was filled with strong unwillingness and anger, but at this moment, I could do nothing.

After Chang Wu laughed, he stared at the little monk like he found a new prey for a while, then looked at Zheng Heng and said, "Aheng, if you nod your head and go to me, your father can still be alive. Your third-rate small family like the Zheng family will be protected by our Chang family in the future in the future. No one will dare to cause trouble for you again. I think you should seriously consider this benefit."

"Don't think about it!" Zheng Heng shouted angrily: "If you have the guts, kill me!"

"Ha! Kill you? Why am I willing to give up?" Chang Wu smiled arrogantly, squinted his eyes, and said, "Since you are unwilling to follow me obediently, I can only be tough."

"Take it away! Take this little monk back together." He looked at the young monk who looked exquisite and smiled: "I didn't expect there would be unexpected gains today."

"Heng'er, little master..." Mrs. Zheng looked at them worriedly, wanting to step forward, but was stopped by the Zheng family.

"Let me go!" Zheng Heng struggled, but his hand was tightly held.

"Didn't you let him go?" Tang Ning moved his hand and Yuanzhu poked the middle-aged man with Zheng Heng's hand. The middle-aged man felt his hands numb and subconsciously let go of Zheng Heng.

Looking around, I saw that it was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old monk wearing gray clothes and playing with a round bamboo in his hand. The only conspicuous one on his body was probably that outstanding face.

"Why are you still standing there? Arrest the little monk!" Chang Wu shouted and signaled the person behind him to step forward.

Tang Ning glanced at the people, his eyes fell on Chang Wu, and after a moment of looking, he showed an unknown smile: "This donor is so evil!"

As if she didn't see the guards coming forward, she slowly walked forward, stared at Chang Wu, and said, "Well, I will help you eliminate evil roots when you see you and I have a fate?" As soon as the voice came out, the round bamboo in her hand had already poked the finger below his abdomen.

"Hiss! Give me, grab him!" In an instant, Chang Wu felt sour and numb, and that feeling reached the three fingers below the abdomen, and it seemed like there was a faint pain passing by.

The other guards rushed forward and were all knocked to the ground by Tang Ning. Seeing this, the middle-aged man from the Chang family rushed forward with a quick arrow, clenched his fist and hit Tang Ning. However, before the fist had been swung out, the round bamboo hit him down. The round bamboo turned and hit him in his chest. He felt an internal force hitting his chest through the round bamboo. As he retreated in an instant, a mouthful of blood was also spurted out.

The middle-aged man looked pale and immediately did not dare to step forward.
Chapter completed!