Chapter 29 Zhao Duan: What are you going to fight with me for?
What exactly did you understand from the Martial God Picture?
Zhao Duan only knew a little bit about it.
He only remembered that he was standing on the top of the mountain, bathing in the glow, imitating Emperor "Taizu" and doing a set of punches.
During this period, he imagined that he would breathe in the morning glow and enter his body, and as expected, a vague light would appear on his body.
Along with it, there is also a "domineering" connotation that rises in my heart.
Having just witnessed his family being bullied, he pulled Qi throughout his body, and the accumulated "meaning" spread throughout his body like a trickle, following his meridians.
At this moment, when a punch was delivered, Zhao Duan clearly felt that rounds of turbulent cyclones crazily poured into his arm, converging on the fist edge.
On the white and well-proportioned hand bones, a faint glow seemed to appear vaguely, but it was too subtle and hidden in the sunlight, making it difficult to distinguish.
"Mr. Lang!"
Everyone in the Zhao family in the courtyard did not expect that Zhao Duan would suddenly take action and shouted subconsciously, trying to dissuade him.
Even Eugene Hua and Zhao Pan, who were hugging each other and lying on the ground, changed their expressions.
In fact, although the original owner has the realm of "low-level mortals", his real strength is really worrying.
Especially in the past year, not only in debauchery, but also in debauchery, it has long been corroded by the extravagant dye vat.
There is a sharp contrast with Zhang Changji, who has a strong military atmosphere and is not easy to mess with at first glance.
"Are you looking for death?"
Zhang Changji had fought against Zhao Duan before and knew the truth about this guy.
Not to mention the difference in martial arts between the two, in terms of realm, both of them are firmly holding each other down.
Seeing that Zhao Duan dared to punch at this moment, he couldn't help but feel jealous, his muscles all over his body were rippling like water waves, and his clothes were trembling.
Zhang Changji stepped forward with the soles of his feet, and the green bricks under his feet cracked and cracked, and his leg muscles bulged out his trouser legs.
Make a fist with your right hand and strike out like lightning!
100% effort!
Zhang Changji's eyes were filled with violence and madness, and he was confident that he could destroy the opponent with just one punch.
However, when the two fists collided, the scene as expected did not happen.
Zhang Changji only felt a stinging pain in the bones of his hand, and then he realized with horror that all his strength had been offset, and a crushing force poured into his arm.
"Crack!"
With a slight explosion, his sleeves were shattered, the skin on his arms was chapped, fine drops of blood leaked from the pores, and his fists were bloody.
With a cry of pain still stuck in his throat, Zhang Changji saw Zhao Duan rush forward, his shoulders dropped, and his feet were knocked off the ground.
A warrior is most afraid of flying into the air. Once he loses his leverage point, he becomes a human-shaped sandbag.
Zhao Duan's right hand turned into a claw and tightly wrapped around the latter's throat.
"Deng, Deng, Deng" I ran forward with my feet, and every time I stepped down, a footprint was left on the ground.
"Ho ho..."
Zhang Changji's eyes bulged out, his face turned red from suppressing the pain, and his whole body was dragged back several feet and hit hard against a water tank.
"Bang!"
The vat shattered and water splashed everywhere. Zhang Changji's vision went dark and he was thrown to the ground on his back. Blood and water mixed together and spread everywhere.
quiet!
There was silence!
The two fought so fast that in the eyes of the people around them, the winner was determined in just the blink of an eye.
Crush!
No suspense!
"Ah——" The dissuasive voices of the servants and maids stopped abruptly, and then they exclaimed instinctively.
Those injured evil slaves, Fang Fu got up and saw in horror that his young master was killed instantly, and their livers and gallbladders were splitting.
Eugene Hua and Zhao Pan were also stunned, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.
How could the great man of the Zhao family, who had abandoned his martial arts a long time ago and had mediocre qualifications, become so powerful?
Is it possible that this soldier is too weak?
bluff?
They can't understand.
"Cough... cough cough..."
Zhang Changji coughed violently, and the shock in his heart was the strongest. He had no idea how he lost.
He tried to struggle to get up, but he only felt that the energy in his body was disordered and his muscles and bones were in severe pain, as if his internal organs had been injured.
"Peng." Zhao Duan stepped on his chest, pushed the latter back, and said calmly: "Lie down if you are injured. Don't move around. You need to rest."
Zhang Changji's anger surged, and he struggled several times, but to no avail. He could only stare at him with splitting eyes: "You are playing dirty tricks!"
He would never admit that he would be defeated by Zhao Duan, and subconsciously concluded that the opponent had used an extra move. Zhao Duan looked down at him with pity in his eyes, using his toes slightly, the latter immediately let out a cry of pain.
"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."
Zhao Duan said coldly, "Say it again."
Zhang Changji grimaced in pain: "If you dare to hurt me, my eldest brother and uncle will not let you go!"
The uncle of the Zhang brothers is currently a doctor in the Ministry of War, roughly equivalent to the level of "director-general" in the world Zhao Duan is familiar with.
This was also the reason why he dared to cause trouble for Zhao Duan.
Another son of a powerful person... Zhao Duan sighed inwardly.
In his previous life, he came from a humble background and had unlucky luck. He fell into the eyes of a big shot who had been devolved to the grassroots level, and only then could he barely get a glimpse of the scene at the top.
But even then, it was difficult for him to look up to people like the Zhang brothers.
I was angry with you before I traveled through time, and I am still angry with you after I traveled through time. Didn’t I travel through time in vain?
Zhao Duan had no expression on his face and moved his feet away from the latter's chest.
Zhang Changji breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Zhao was scared.
That's right, a pretty boy who has lost the favor of a saint is going to use violence against himself?
However, the next second, his expression changed.
Zhao Duan stepped on his palm and stepped down: "Don't you like boxing? I want to see how hard your fist is."
Click!
The crisp sound of bone cracking echoed in the small courtyard. Under the dumbfounded eyes of everyone, Zhang Changji's forehead was covered with sweat, his face turned pale, and he screamed like a slaughtered pig.
His hands are useless.
"You...you dare..."
Zhang Changji's eyes were red and he couldn't believe that this out-of-favor dog dared to bite people.
The next second, he saw Zhao Duan leaning down and squatting next to him.
With a gentle look on his face, he took out a silver, palm-sized exquisite waist badge from his arms.
With his fingers hooked on the lanyard, the silver medal hung on the bridge of Zhang Changji's nose and slowly rotated.
On it, the four characters "Royal Enshrinement" are clearly legible.
Every big character was like a nail driven into the center of his eyebrows!
Zhang Changji’s expression suddenly froze, with disbelief in his eyes.
Of course he knew what it was.
The royal service has been handed down since the founding of the country six hundred years ago. The expert organization in the inner court is only loyal to the emperor. The number of people is sparse.
It is said that the selection criteria for practicing royal inheritance are extremely stringent, and it is even more difficult for those who are not eunuchs.
Zhang Changji also tried to find a relationship with his uncle and dreamed of becoming a worshipper.
It's not all about greed for inheritance. In fact, worship itself is not an "official" and does not have any real power.
But the powerful are still working tirelessly to get their children into the camp.
Just because the royal family worshiped them as personal guards of the emperor, which represented the great trust of the imperial power.
But the uncle just shook his head and told him to give up on this idea.
But now, Zhao Duan has become one of the people he has longed for.
"How could you..."
Zhang Changji felt an evil fire attack his heart, and his whole body became cold.
I finally realized that my elder brother’s judgment might be wrong.
Big mistake.
Zhao Duan smiled and slapped him in the face with his silver waistband. His low voice reached his ears:
"You can try it, go back and file a complaint, and see if the weight of this sign is enough to withstand your hand."
"By the way, I accidentally broke through a small realm, and now I'm at the middle level."
"Looking at your stupidity and lack of brains, you rushed over. It seems that you don't know yet, and His Majesty chose to protect me. By the way, your eldest brother has been banned from home because of my impeachment."
"so……"
Zhao Duan sighed softly, put away his waist badge, and said in a calm and indifferent voice:
"What are you fighting with me for?"
"puff!"
At this moment, Zhang Changji was so angry that his vision went dark and he fainted from anger.
(End of chapter)