Fantastic Fantasy: Marrying a Beautiful Wife at the Opening Competition

In Fenglei City, Zhong Xiong's father, Zhong Zhenyue, was one of the thirteen martial guards in Fenglei City and the leader of the Tianyue Army.

So Zhong Xiong has also seen real iron cavalry, and he was deeply impressed by the chilling aura of iron-blooded soldiers.

The group of people in front of them just stayed, and they all had a condensed evil spirit soaring to the sky, and they were arranged in an orderly manner with strict discipline. They were not mobs like bandits at all.

"Which city's cavalry? Could it be from the capital?"

Zhong Xiong was full of thoughts, but his speed did not slow down at all. He pulled the reins less than ten meters away from them and stopped the dragon horse.

"What are you doing stopping my carriage?"

Zhong Xiong asked directly, even if he was stared at by dozens of pairs of eyes, his expression remained unchanged.

The two leaders rode on dragon horses, one of them swung a big knife in his hand, and slashed directly at Zhong Xiong with a strong wind.

"boom!"

An ink stick appeared in Zhong Xiong's hand, and at the same time his arm muscles agitated, forcibly blocking the knife.

"Crack clap!"

A series of cracks appeared on the ink stick, and the lines on it also dimmed. In the end, it could not bear the weight and was cut in half by the big knife.

The big knife continued to slash towards Zhong Xiong, but the latter's face remained unchanged, his body leaned to the side, the blade flashed, and the hair on his right side was cut off and fluttered in the air.

"Fizz!"

The dragon horse who sat down screamed and looked a little irritable, but was suppressed by Zhong Xiong with the power of blood, and could only stand obediently in place.

"Your carriage?"

The person who swung the saber looked calmly and asked. He has a strong figure, and he put away the big saber in his hand, as if the person who just made the move was not him.

"Correct."

Zhong Xiong said, the cultivation level of the person in front of him is definitely higher than his, and it is easy for the other party to kill him.

That being the case, instead of shrinking and being taken advantage of by others, it is better to face it forcefully, so that there is still a glimmer of life.

"You are indeed your carriage, and not the carriage of those you guard?"

A young man next to him spoke. He held a long gun and looked at Zhong Xiong coldly, as if he would strike at any moment.

"It's a joke, young master, I'm going to the capital city to pay homage to Daowu Mansion, so how can I be someone else's guard."

When the three words Daowufu were mentioned, the original man with the knife flashed his eyes, and said indifferently: "Welcome to Daowufu, can you enter Daowufu? I'm afraid you don't know the entry process of Daowufu."

"Do you want to talk about recommendation qualifications? I dare to go to Daowu Mansion, so I naturally have the qualifications."

A light flashed in Zhong Xiong's hand, and a token appeared in his hand, showing it in front of the two of them.

"The token of the inner disciple?"

The strong man with the knife frowned when he heard that, his face was not as calm as before, and he looked at Zhong Xiong carefully.

He is not afraid of ordinary Daowu House disciples, but if it is an inner disciple of Dao Martial House, that is not someone he can provoke casually.

Moreover, if this matter has something to do with Dao Wufu, then it will be a big trouble.

Seeing that the other party was silent, Zhong Xiong flicked the rein in his hand, turned the horse's head and said: "If you have nothing to do, just let me get out of the way, don't delay the young master to go to the capital city."

"boom!"

He had just turned the horse's head, when the sound of breaking wind made Zhong Xiong subconsciously lean back, only to see a long gun passing by in front of him, and the strong wind slapped his face, making his face slightly numb.

"You said you can enter the Daowu Mansion, then I will help the seniors of the Daowu Mansion to test the water and see how capable you are!"

The young man with the gun opened his mouth, jumped up from the horse, waved his hand in the air, and the spear that flew out before flew back into his hand, turned the spear head, and stabbed directly at Zhong Xiong.

"boom!"

The ear-piercing sound of breaking wind sounded, and the space seemed to be cut through by this gun. The tip of the gun pointed directly at Zhong Xiong, intending to kill him.

"Out of control."

Zhong Xiong opened his mouth, still sitting on the horseback, raised his hand and slapped him.

Da Huang Zhang!
The palm prints emerged and directly met the long spear. There seemed to be a crackling sound in the air, which made the mounts under the crotch of the people present uneasy.

"You want to stop me with just this palm?"

The young man with the gun yelled, his cultivation exploded, and it looked like he was at the third level of the Yin-Yang realm.

Moreover, there was a murderous aura on his body, which melted into the long spear, and the palm prints were cracked inch by inch, almost collapsing.

"One palm is not enough, then add another palm!"

Zhong Xiong's arm was covered with scales, like a dragon's claw, and he swung his palm again.

"Roar!"

There was a faint roar of a dragon roaring from him, and the khaki palm prints formed instantly, rolling up the wind and sand all over the sky, and hitting the young man with the gun again.

The spear in the young man's hand was also shining with light, and the tip of the spear was shining with green light. He shouted at the incoming palm print: "Break it!"

The first palm print broke instantly, but facing the second palm print, he just persisted for a while, and finally couldn't bear it, his body flew upside down, and the spear in his hand was thrown from his hand.

"This gun is just as compensation for breaking my profound weapon just now."

Zhong Xiong jumped up, caught the spear directly, and put it into the storage ring without waiting for them to say anything.

After the young man flew upside down, he quickly stabilized his figure in the air and landed smoothly. When he saw Zhong Xiong put away his profound weapon, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You are indeed very strong, but you are somewhat qualified to join Daowu House."

The previously silent burly man with the knife opened his mouth, looked at Zhong Xiong, and then continued: "This matter has nothing to do with you, you just need to hand over the two people in the carriage."

"I said, this carriage is mine, and the people inside are naturally mine."

Zhong Xiong looked at them coldly, with no intention of backing down: "I don't know who you are, but if you want to find someone from me, I'm afraid you've found the wrong place. Please go back."

"Boy, don't be ignorant of flattery, Emperor..."

"Shut up!"

The young man with the gun was about to say something, but was interrupted by the burly man next to him, and immediately shut up.

But Zhong Xiong's eyes turned back and forth on the two of them, feeling more and more uneasy in his heart.

"Boy, you can take this carriage away, but you must hand over the people in it."

The strong man with the knife shook his head, and then continued: "I am not discussing with you, but for the sake of your token, I kindly remind you."

"I said, this carriage..."

"boom!"

Zhong Xiong opened his mouth, and suddenly felt a strong force coming from his chest, as if something hit him hard, causing him to fly backwards.

"puff!"

There was a sound of bone cracking, and even with his powerful body, he spit out several mouthfuls of blood at this moment, and several bones in his chest were directly broken.

He barely supported himself to get up, and found that the strong man with the knife and the young man walked to the left and right sides, making way for the person who came out of the middle.

His eyes were indifferent, he stepped on the void, and looked down at Zhong Xiong from a high position.