"Plop!!"

With the sound of corpses hitting the water, everyone woke up as if from a dream.

He stared at the pool under the cliff with wide eyes. The pool was as dark as ink. The body fell into it and sank into the water very quickly. Not even a trace of blood was seen.

If it weren't for the ripples on the water, everyone would have suspected that they were hallucinating.

It takes two years to make iron sand palm, two years to fry grain, three years to fry chestnuts, and five years to fry sand. It will take at least twenty years to make it as good as that man.

Of course, you need to learn boxing and palm skills, and practice hard day by day.

Combined with numerous medications.

Once the palm technique is perfected, it will be a real killing machine. There are few people here who dare to say that they can master this palm forcefully.

But for such a master to be slapped to death, this is too shocking and unacceptable.

What was even more difficult for them to accept was that Feng Lailou's information was completely different from the Xu Tong in front of them.

Aren’t you just starting out a few months ago?

What about the mental illness you mentioned?

You slap a master to death and you tell me he is a rookie??

For a moment, everyone was silent. No one spoke or even dared to express their anger. Everyone was paying attention nervously.

A woman in the crowd stared at Xu Tong intently, her big watery eyes shining brightly.

Secretly thinking in a low voice in his heart: "Could this old guy have something up his sleeve??"

"good!"

The young man squatting in the corner stood up excitedly, clenched his hands into fists, and stared at Xu Tong intently, as if he was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

"If we want to work together, let's settle the accounts today. After today, all the accounts of my seven families will be written off."

Xu Tong put his hands behind his back and looked at Zhou Hun and the other old men with an expressionless face. He knew that these old bones who were about to enter the coffin came to this place definitely not for the reward of Feng Lailou, but for his own project.

On the head.

For a moment, the people standing around Xu Tong were trembling with hair and shivering, they were really frightened.

"Why, the seniors don't plan to come to me to settle accounts? Or, they suddenly discovered that your family's accounts are not that important."

As soon as these words came out, everyone felt their teeth itching with hatred. These words were too damaging.

"Feng Lai Lou is too bad. This guy has such solid basic skills. It seems like he has been practicing since he was a child."

The Taoist next to Zhou Hun couldn't help but curse when he saw this.

Zhou Hun glanced sideways at the Taoist, snorted coldly, disdained to talk to the Taoist, strolled forward, and was about to speak.

But I saw someone taking the lead.

"I come!"

The person walked through the crowd and ran straight towards Xu Tong, carrying a long gun behind him. His back shook, and the long gun flew up from the holster, and he was holding it in his hand.

"It's the little spear king, Wu Zheng!"

Someone saw the black spear and immediately recognized the person's origin.

At that time, Wu Shaocheng, the spear king of Hebei, was famous in Hebei Province. At Beimang Mountain, Wu Shaocheng lost to Xue Gui and was hit by a palm to smash the Tianling Cap. From then on, the spear king fell and the Wu family's Overlord Spear was lost.

The Wu Zheng in front of him was Wu Shaocheng's youngest son. Although he had not learned the Overlord Spear, his pear blossom marksmanship was unparalleled in the martial arts world.

Wu Zheng had been waiting for an unknown number of years for the blood feud. He originally had no intention of taking action after meeting Xu Tong.

He felt that it was too shameful to kill an ordinary person who had no strength to restrain himself.

But seeing that Xu Tong was not an ordinary person, Wu Zheng didn't have any psychological burden when he took action again. Without saying a word, Wu Zheng rushed towards Xu Tong, raised his hand and stabbed him out with one shot.

The gun made a sonorous sound, and there was a strong energy surrounding the gun tip, which shocked everyone's hearts.

In this era where half-step masters are rare, being able to practice such a spear has already surpassed Wu Shaocheng, the former spear king.

Seeing this, Xu Tong raised his hand and used his five-animal grasping hand, facing the gun body to grab it with his big hand.

"court death!"

Seeing that Xu Tong dared to reach out to grab the gun head, Wu Zhenghu's eyes widened. With a flick of his wrist, the sky was full of gun shadows. However, as soon as he said it, Xu Tong's stretched out palm seemed to be unchanging and firm.

Ignoring those dazzling shadows, he actually grabbed the head of the gun.

Wu Zheng was startled and subconsciously wanted to thrust forward with force, but at this moment, Xu Tong's fingertips twisted slightly.

"Click!"

With the sound of breaking, Xu Tong moved his arm forward, and the sub-black gun head was reflected in Wu Zheng's pupils.

"puff!"

Bloody light bloomed, and a shrill scream was heard, making everyone tremble.

Wu Zheng was seen holding a headless spear in his hand, standing there with the head of the spear inserted into his chest, looking at Xu Tong himself with an expression of disbelief.

"All debts will be cleared after death, next one!"

Xu Tong had no expression on his face, raised his hand and slapped Wu Zheng off the cliff.

"Plop!" Water splashed.

At this moment, there was total silence, and everyone was sweating profusely. Unexpectedly, Wu Zheng, the young gun king, had not even gone through a round before he encountered such an end.

Xu Tong did not wait any longer and began to take the initiative to walk towards the crowd.

Seeing Xu Tong approaching, everyone unconsciously made way for them.

At this time, a middle-aged man saw Xu Tong's back exposed in front of him, and suddenly stabbed a dagger straight into Xu Tong's back.

The knife was sharp and fast, but Xu Tong seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. Before the dagger could strike, he turned around and hit the man in the chest with his fist.

For a moment, everyone could actually hear the sound of bones breaking.

Looking again, the man had fallen to the ground, vomiting blood and not breathing. Xu Tong walked up to the body, kicked the body off the cliff with his toes.

Blood rained down, and the body flew straight into the pool, but the angle was not very good.

His head first hit a raised rock below, and then a large amount of blood spattered on the rock before he fell into the pool. This was a very dishonorable way to die, but no one dared to object to it.

Xu Tong continued to move forward, and everyone could only make way.

It wasn't until Xu Tong came to Zhou Hun and several other old people that he stopped and said, "Old men, do you want to continue settling the accounts?"

Xu Tong's voice was very soft, but every word carried a strong sense of oppression.

That condescending look made Zhou Hun and others' blood stagnate.

"Qimen...Xue Gui..."

Zhou Hun gritted his teeth, and his heart was already filled with turmoil. He was not shocked by Xu Tong's strength, but felt unwilling because of Xu Tong's strength.

How can a person who has been dead for so many years still find a successor, such an outstanding successor?

Shouldn't the sin committed by the Qimen mean that they will have no descendants?

Zhou Hun calmed down and stared at Xu Tong: "Look, you really look like your master Xue Gui. Back in Beiman Mountain, your master Xue Gui went on a killing spree. My uncle Zhou Yaosheng and his disciples all died tragically.

How dare I forget this account in your master's hands!"

"Zhou Yaosheng!"

Xu Tong was startled. He still had some impression of the name. After thinking about it for a while, he remembered it.

In the world of the script, his position was exposed and he was chased to the freight station by those strangers. Among them was a blind old man, Zhou Yaosheng.

At that time, his apprentice killed him, but he used his big fat self-destruction to blow him up alive. Then the master came. Zhou Yaosheng was determined to take revenge, but the master sent him away directly.

But in reality, Zhou Yaosheng and his apprentice died at the hands of their master.

The master warned these people before going on a killing spree in Beimang Mountain, asking them to come down from the mountain. Anyone who doesn't come down from the mountain will not be killed.

It was because they themselves did not listen to the advice and they were all killed in the end.

It sounds like it's your own fault.

Now that he heard that Zhou Hun wanted to settle this account, Xu Tong raised his eyebrows and said, "You are an elder, so you can figure it out."

"Hey, boy, you are so crazy, even I want to see the methods of your seven sects!"

Before Zhou Hun could speak, a Taoist from the side walked up to him holding his beard, obviously planning to take action with Zhou Hun.

But Zhou Hun obviously didn't want to get entangled with this Taoist.

Hearing this, he did not speak, but distanced himself from the Taoist.

This made the Taoist look a little embarrassed.

Xu Tong looked at the Taoist and could tell at a glance that this Taoist was not low in strength. He had a strong energy that never dissipated. Although he was not a master, he already had the aura of a half-step master.

"Are you here to settle accounts or settle accounts?"

Xu Tong asked with narrowed eyes.
To be continued...