I have an altar of luck

There were three people sitting beside Zhao Nanshan, an old man in white clothes, and two middle-aged strong men with smiles on their faces. They are the helmsmen of the other three major martial arts halls in Ping'an County.

"Brother Zhao, it's not that I'm unkind, but that Ping'an County is too small to accommodate four martial arts schools..." The old man in white stroked his gray beard and chuckled.

The two strong men beside him echoed:

"Yeah, it would be fine if it was in previous years, but now that the drought in Qingzhou is getting worse, our martial arts school can't accept many disciples."

Zhao Nanshan's face remained unchanged, and he put down his teacup:

"This old man can understand some of you. The law of the jungle is justified. The Sanhe Boxing Gym is no match for you guys. It's reasonable to give in, but...that's what I said, but this old man is not reconciled."

"Oh? Then what does Senior Zhao want?"

There was some sarcasm in the strong Chinese beside him, and he added some accents on top of the word 'old'.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a muffled grunt, and the martial artist surnamed Ye punched Guo Xu's chest with a powerful force, knocking him back a few steps.

Before Guo Xu could react, the martial artist bullied him again, jumped up with his strength, kicked Guo Xu several meters away, and rolled on the ground a few times.

And he was also beaten out of the white line that had been drawn by this force, which also meant that Guo Xu lost.

Sanhe Boxing Gym, four fights and four defeats!

"Big Brother."

"Senior Brother Guo..."

A group of disciples from the Sanhe Boxing Gym stepped forward to help Guo Xu up. Guo Xu glanced at Zhao Nanshan, wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and lowered his head in shame.

And Master Ye in the punch was a little proud and cupped his hands at the people around him.

"Assignment."

Best, that Master Ye put his eyes on Guo Xu and said sarcastically.

"you……"

The disciples beside Guo Xu wanted to rush up, but were stopped by Guo Xu.

"Now we can't do bad things anymore, everything can only be determined by the master." Guo Xu said in a low voice.

When he first entered the Sanhe boxing gym, it was because of Zhao Nanshan's showing that he admired him, but at the same time, he also knew that his master was old, and he was afraid of being young in his boxing, so he had actually lost most of his confidence.

Just to comfort the brothers and sisters.

"Senior Zhao, Sanhe Boxing Gym has lost four battles, and now you are the only one left. Do you want to continue the competition?" One of the strong men in yellow robes stared at Zhao Nanshan.

"Senior Zhao is getting old. If we admit defeat, we won't push each other hard. We just need to quit Ping'an County within seven days." Another person echoed.

"Brother Zhao, how do you think?" the old man in white asked.

Zhao Nanshan chuckled lightly:

"I haven't done anything with this old bone for more than ten years. If I just retreat like this, this martial arts gym will not be able to continue in the future. Forget it, I will let the old man learn a few brilliant moves."

He stood up, and the aura on his body began to change gradually, but he secretly scolded Chen Yuan for being dishonest and wasting his family's Liuhe sword technique for nothing.

If there is a chance, I must give that kid a hand.

The middle-aged strong man in the yellow robe stood up and took off his clothes, revealing a strong body, and said in a low voice:

"Okay, since Senior Zhao is so interested, Sun will try Senior Zhao's method first."

"Brother Sun, Senior Zhao is getting old, you have to give way a little bit, it will be troublesome if you kill someone..." Another middle-aged man raised his voice.

"It's nothing to worry about, I've already signed the certificate of life and death anyway!"

Zhao Nanshan took a step with his hands behind his back expressionlessly. If you don't look carefully, it's hard to see that his originally hunched back is now straighter.

"Xiao gathered so many people, why, do you want to rebel?"

Suddenly, a faint voice resounded in everyone's ears.

Several martial arts disciples who were onlookers looked back one after another, and then... saw dozens of yamen servants following a young-looking man calmly.

There was a faint murderous aura exuding from his body, and those disciples unconsciously moved out of the way.

Chen Yuan looked indifferent, walked to the circle drawn by the white line with a long knife in his waist and hips, glanced at Zhao Nanshan, and said:

"Senior Zhao, Mr. Chen is a bit late."

"Just right, it's not too late..." Zhao Nanshan nodded, and said in his heart:

"This young man is trustworthy, and he is a good seedling. It is impossible to say that the enmity of Longhumen in the future must be placed on him."

I completely forgot how I discussed Chen Yuan's distrust before.

Seeing that the person in front of him seemed to be very familiar with Zhao Nanshan, the old man in white looked at each other with the helmsmen of the other two families, and there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

I looked Chen Yuan up and down, but I couldn't recognize who this person was.

But it must be extraordinary to be able to bring so many yamen servants, and the clothes on his body are not the clothes worn by ordinary yamen servants.

Suddenly, one of the strong men's pupils shrank deeply, as if thinking of something, he cupped his hands at Chen Yuan and asked:

"Is this lord's surname Chen?"

"That's right, my surname is indeed Chen." Chen Yuan nodded slightly.

He continued to ask: "But the new chief arrester, Mr. Chen Yuan?"

Chen Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Have you heard my story?"

"Chen Butou's name has already been spread throughout Ping'an County, and I'm sure it's like thunder,"

"Really, if you don't tell me, I don't even know I'm so good?" Chen Yuan cast a glance at him.

The strong man laughed dryly and continued:

"I don't know who Master Chen is here for?"

"Isn't it already obvious? This arrest is here to stand up for the Sanhe Boxing Gym."

"Master Chen, this is a private matter of my four martial arts schools. I have already signed a life and death certificate. Even the yamen can't control it..." Another strong man in yellow robes beside the old man in white said in a muffled voice.

"What are you, how dare you interrupt when this arrester is speaking!" Chen Yuan gave the strong man a cold look.

"you……"

The strong man was furious, clenched his fists tightly, and made a clicking sound, but took a deep breath, and finally held back the breath, attacking the head of the county government in broad daylight is not a small crime!

"Master Chen, Xu Changming, the old man, has a little reputation in Ping'an County, can you allow me to say something?"

The old man in white took a step forward.

Chapter 60 One Knife!

"Mr. Chen has always respected the old and loved the young. If Mr. Xu has anything to say...just speak up if you have anything to say." Chen Yuan stood two feet in front of Xu Changming, with his long knife resting on the ground.

His expression didn't seem to be very concerned.

Xu Changming's face darkened, and he said softly:

"Since ancient times, martial arts competitions have been held in martial arts halls, and the yamen are not allowed to interfere. The imperial court has its own rules, and the Jianghu also has its own rules.

It is better for Mr. Chen not to force himself to be the first bird, otherwise if Zhao Xiancheng of the county government finds out, he may also say that Mr. Chen is ignorant..."

Xu Changming carried out the county magistrate and said threateningly.

"Mr. Xu is threatening the arrest?" Chen Yuan asked in a deep voice, but he was not surprised that there was someone behind Xu Changming.

The relationship in Ping'an County is inherently intricate, and those who can make a name for themselves must either have their own strength, or... have someone behind them.

But Zhao Shuping, a civil servant of the eighth rank, could not intimidate Chen Yuan.

Although he ranks third in the county government office, his strength is not too great. Basically, he must be attached to the county magistrate, and has little to do with the third class and six houses.

"It's not a threat, it's a warning. Mr. Chen can be promoted to the position of headhunter at such a young age, and his future is boundless. Why bother to turn against us for the Sanhe Boxing Gym?"

Chen Yuan sneered:

"It's true to say that old age is a thief. Anyway, the yamen will not interfere."

"So much..."

Xu Changming nodded, but before he finished speaking, he heard another sentence from Chen Yuan:

"Chen has learned the things in the Sanhe Boxing Gym, which means that he can't break these bad rules."

With that said, Chen Yuan picked up the knife and walked to the middle of the circle, looked directly at Xu Changming and the three of them and said:

"Isn't it a martial arts competition? Come on, who will go first?"

"Master Chen really wants to intervene?" Xu Changming asked in a calm voice.

"Do you still need to continue talking nonsense?"

"Okay, since Butou Chen is so confident, Sun will try Butou Chen's methods." The strong man in a yellow robe slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the strong muscles inside.

His chest was beating slightly, revealing his extraordinary energy and blood.

Sun Xiong cast a glance at Chen Yuan, feeling cold in his heart, he scolded just now, it was finally time to find him, although he was a little dignified about Chen Yuan's strength.

But he was not too nervous, after all, he was just a blood refiner, and he had already refined blood three times, and he was only one step away from bone refinement.

As soon as Sun Xiong raised his hand, a long spear was thrown by his disciple, and it happened to fall into his hand.

"Boss Chen, please."

Sun Xiong cupped his hands, flicked his long spear, and stepped out with one step, piercing Chen Yuan's chest.

Chen Yuan's gaze was fixed, and the energy in his body surged instantly. The moment Sun Xiong stabbed him, Chen Yuan turned his head to avoid it, and then grabbed the handle of the knife and twitched suddenly.

White light shines.

"puff."

Half of Sun Xiong's face was slashed off, and blood spurted half a meter high.

"boom!"

Soon, his majestic body fell to the ground with a loud groan.

The onlookers were silent, and the drop of a needle could be heard.

Chen Yuan wiped the blood-stained knife on Sun Xiong's body repeatedly, then put it back into the scabbard, and said in a low voice:

"You said you, what's the point of pretending to be okay?"

Looking across the audience, Chen Yuan looked calm, as if he just killed a chicken, and said loudly:

"Who else?"

There was silence, and all the onlookers seemed to be stunned in place.

Sun Xiong, a martial artist with a very strong level of blood refinement, could even resist a bone refiner in a short period of time, and was beheaded by the newly appointed Chen Butou with just one blow.

At this moment, he was crawling on the ground like a dead dog, half of his face that fell was covered in bright red blood, his eyes were wide open, and he could not rest in peace!

A gleam flashed in Zhao Nanshan's eyes. He could guess that Chen Yuan's strength must not be weak if he could become a captor, but he never expected it to be so strong.

With the strength he displayed now, he might be able to compete with bone refining masters.

It is definitely not far from the realm of bone refining.

In fact, this is indeed the case. If one cannot easily kill a martial artist who has refined blood three times with the top-level body-refining magical skill, he is not worthy of being called one of the top-notch body-refining magic skills in the rivers and lakes.

Coupled with the instantaneous explosive power of the knife drawing technique, it is amazing that such a situation can be achieved.

But the shock to everyone is unparalleled.

The yamen servants brought by Chen Yuan saw the head catcher who showed his might, and his strength was so terrifying, the disbelief in their hearts began to be replaced by reverence.

Warriors worship the strong.

The corner of Wang Ping's mouth twitched, as if he was even more proud than Chen Yuan, the client.

Seeing that no one made a sound, Chen Yuan turned his gaze to Xu Changming who was dressed in white:

"Mr. Xu, why don't you and I have a competition?"

Xu Changming's complexion was full of dignity, and he cupped his hands and said:

"This old man is getting older and his strength is not as good as before. Naturally, he is no match for Mr. Chen. This old man admits defeat."