Zhang Yuan was quite surprised by this book "Blood Palm". Because very few people carry martial arts secrets with them, he has killed many warriors in the past and only got a copy of "Rock Stance Kung Fu". The "Pan Rock Stake Technique" is one of the common basic exercises and is not very precious. But this book "Blood Fiend Palm" is obviously different, it should be a secret skill! Zhang Yuan had not forgotten that when he faced off against the leader of the man in black, the latter's palms inspired a bloody aura. The sky was dark, the earth was dark, the storm was coming, and he didn't bother to open it and take a closer look, and hurriedly packed the seized items. As for the clothes left by the people in black, Zhang Yuan also collected them and stuffed them into the horse pockets of several horses. These horses were also left behind by this gang of thugs. He also searched his horse pockets. But there was nothing of value in it.
Untying the reins one by one, Zhang Yuan led the horses out of the wooden shed, then slapped the horses on their buttocks. Xilulu~ The horses were in pain and immediately spread their hooves and rushed into the wind and rain. In a blink of an eye, there was no trace. The dozen or so horses of the men in black were all let go by Zhang Yuan. Taking away the last traces. As for the blood on the ground, it was diluted by a lot of rain, or seeped into the soil, or flowed away. Carrying a package, Zhang Yuan returned to Tutu Temple. When he pushed open the palace door, everyone inside seemed to have seen something strange, with astonished expressions on their faces. Some warriors even held the weapons in their hands! But Zhang Yuan ignored everyone's strange looks and calmly closed the palace door again. Shi Shiran returned to his original position. He was soaked by the rain all over, and what he wanted to do most now was sit down and warm himself by the fire. The frail man who had been slapped unconscious by the leader of the men in black had regained consciousness and was sitting on the ground with his wife supporting him. Half of his face was swollen and his eyes were dull, looking like he was in a state of dementia. This man had obviously never experienced a severe beating from the Jianghu before, but now that he knew how powerful it was, his heart was completely beaten. Seeing Zhang Yuan's return, the frail man stood up and bowed to him respectfully: "Useless scholar Ji Haoran, thank you young hero for saving your life!" Zhang Yuan sat down and reached out to help him up: "It's just an uneven road, you're welcome." Zhang Yuan doesn't like to meddle in other people's business, nor is he a saint who shows kindness for no reason. It's just that the behavior of the man in black was really unacceptable to him.
That's why we decisively took action to solve it. But if the opponent is very powerful, or there is a fourth-level Qi warrior. Then Zhang Yuan will protect himself as wisely as others. He took out a pack of Jinchuang medicine and handed it to the scholar named Ji Haoran: "Half is applied externally and half is taken internally. The injury on the face will heal faster." "Ashamed." Ji Haoran took it with both hands and laughed at himself: "Bai Wuyi is a scholar and makes my benefactor laugh." Zhang Yuan smiled and said nothing. He has seen very few scholars like Ji Haoran. The other party reminded Zhang Yuan of Old Master Chen, who had taught him a lot. This was one of the reasons why he came to help. At the same time, Zhang Yuan felt somewhat strange in his heart. Ji Haoran was from a wealthy family at first glance. I don’t know why, but he took his wife and young daughter with him on a long journey with the caravan. There are no guards or other entourage around him. The ignorant are truly fearless! Although the caravan collects money. But in the face of fierce gangsters, it is unrealistic to expect the caravan guards to stand up for him. You only get a few taels of salary a month, why are you risking your life for others? "Thank you, brother." The little girl nestled in Ji's arms said timidly. There were still tears on her face. She had been frightened just now, and now there was still lingering fear in her eyes. "fine." Zhang Yuan comforted him: "The bad guys have been beaten away by my brother, you don't have to be afraid anymore." His voice was not loud. But many people in the hall could hear it clearly, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief in unison. "This man is so powerful, he actually beat everyone away." When a young escort from Fuyuan Escort Company heard this, a look of admiration appeared on his face. He lowered his voice and asked Lin Zhenbei next to him: "Dad, can you tell which sect he belongs to?"
This traveler also wanted to help before. As a result, Lin Zhenbei pressed him down forcefully. Lin Zhenbei glanced at his silly son and sighed secretly. He replied softly: "Dad doesn't know either." Beat away? Just now in the hall, Zhang Yuan had scared away all the men in black. If it was just an expulsion, why would Zhang Yuan chase him outside? Lin Zhenbei travels all over the world to run darts, and his eyesight is much stronger than his own strength. He could tell at a glance that Zhang Yuan came back after killing someone! There were about a dozen men in black, but Zhang Yuan was alone. The latter was actually unscathed. Although Lin Zhenbei didn't know what happened outside just now. It’s scary to think about it! It's just that Lin Zhenbei didn't get kicked in the head by a donkey. He would only reveal this when he was full. So he responded vaguely to his son's inquiry: "Don't be impulsive when encountering things in the future, watch more and think more." The young waiter lowered his head in dismay. He couldn't help but steal a glance at Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan looks younger than him, but he is much stronger than him! "Pingzhi." Lin Zhenbei suddenly said again: "Please bring some firewood to this young man." The young porter was stunned for a moment, then understood. He quickly picked up the dry firewood beside him and handed it to Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan was a little surprised. But the firewood he had set up earlier was almost burned, so he did not refuse the other party's kindness: "Thank you." Zhang Yuan did not pay attention to the young porter who looked a little embarrassed in front of him, and his eyes looked at Lin Zhenbei. Lin Zhenbei noticed it and nodded to Zhang Yuan with a smile. Zhang Yuan nodded in return. "My benefactor." Just as Zhang Yuan was about to warm himself by the fire, Ji Haoran presented a jade-white "nothing to worry about" card with both hands, saying: "I can't repay you for saving my life. This piece of ambergris was passed down from my ancestors. Please accept it!"
Ambergris! There was a small commotion in the hall, and many people showed surprised expressions. Ambergris is an extremely precious spice, much more valuable than gold of the same weight. Therefore, only the rich can afford it. And ambergris is the best of ambergris, and it is a priceless treasure. Although Ji Haoran has a small piece in his hand. But it is worth at least several thousand taels! The key is that such things are difficult to buy even if you have money, and are often collected as heirlooms. Zhang Yuan had never seen ambergris before. However, he had seen relevant records in a book, so he naturally knew its value. To be honest, this top luxury product is of no use to Zhang Yuan. But it can be seen that Ji Haoran's attitude of repaying his gratitude is so firm. After a little thought, he still took it. "Well, we are even."