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Volume One: First Entering the World of Martial Arts Chapter 105: Black Iron Order (please bookmark it, recommend it)

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    The street seemed to be exploding, and the people retreated to both sides one after another. At the same time, someone shouted: "Get out of the way quickly. The officers and soldiers are rushing in and kicking over the burden. That's fine. I'll trample you to death. You deserve it."  , get out of the way" I could hear the sound of hoofbeats mixed with whistles.  After a while, whistles echoed from east to west, from south to north, and there were whistles from all directions, seemingly surrounding the Hou Supervisor Group.  Everyone was shocked, and some people who had more knowledge couldn't help but murmur in their hearts: "Could it be that there are robbers coming?" Zhou Chen drank quietly and didn't seem to pay much attention to the situation below. He just glanced at the street from the corner of his eye from time to time.  At the sesame cake shop opposite, there is an old man in shabby clothes selling sesame cakes.  The old cake seller has gray hair and a face as bumpy and bumpy as an orange peel, full of pimples.  In the sesame cake and fried dough sticks shop, there was a sizzling sound of hot oil in the pan. Seven or eight fried dough sticks were placed on the wire rack. The old man bent over, kneading the flour into small balls, and then pressed the small balls into round pieces.  I turned a blind eye to the movement outside.  He sprinkled some chopped green onion on the pancake, folded it diagonally, pinched the edge, grabbed some sesame seeds in a yellow sand bowl, sprinkled it on the pancake, then picked it up with iron tongs and put it into the oven.  A waiter in the restaurant looked down, and finally he was so frightened that he shrank his head and screamed: "Oh, my mother, I'm afraid a robber is coming!" Just as he was mid-sentence, he saw the east side of the market.  The first four or five strong horses rushed over.  The rider on the horse was dressed in black and wearing a Fanyang bamboo hat on his head. He held a shining steel knife in each hand and shouted: "Stand where you are and don't move for a while. Don't blame the knife for not having eyes."  He shouted, patted his horse and galloped westward.  The horseshoes slapped against the bluestone, making a frightening clang.  Most of the diners upstairs had pale faces. One of them, who looked like a member of a wealthy family, raised a trembling fat hand, slapped the waiter on top of his head, and shouted: "Grandma, you don't speak for personal gain."  "The sound of hooves outside has not stopped, and seven or eight horses are rushing from the west side. The athletes on the horses are also dressed in black, wearing bamboo hats on their heads, with the brim of their hats pulled down low. They are galloping,  When they came to the shaobing shop opposite the restaurant and stopped, these big men dismounted one after another and surrounded the shaobing shop. Several of them shouted loudly at the people on both sides: "Stay still, that's okay. Those who like to eat flat noodles can eat it."  "Come out!" At this time, the whistling all around had stopped, and the horses were no longer walking. There was silence in a market of seven to eight hundred people. Even the crying children had their mouths held down by their parents to prevent them from making any sound.  While he was concentrating and holding his breath, he could only hear the sound of someone's leather boots clicking, clicking, clicking, approaching from the west along the street.  This man walked very slowly, and the heavy footsteps sounded like stepping on everyone's heart. The footsteps gradually came closer. At that time, the sun was about to go down, and a long figure was reflected on the street. Following the footsteps,  The sound slowly approached, and everyone on the street seemed to be petrified.  The sound of leather boots suddenly stopped outside the sesame cake shop. The tall figure looked up and down at the old cake seller inside, and suddenly sneered three times before walking in.  There was silence in the restaurant, as quiet as death. The windows on the second floor were all closed. There was only a slightly open gap, and someone inside could be seen looking nervously at the opposite side.  "What's going on? Why did Qiang Liang enter the Shaobing shop? Is he here to eat Shaobing?" Someone couldn't help but wonder.  "I'll eat you. The sesame biscuits sold by Old Man Wang only taste average and are not delicacies from the mountains and seas. I think they are probably here to rob the sesame biscuit shop." Although this guy's idea was also whimsical, it really made him right.  point.  Zhou Chen glanced at the man and then looked away. Others didn't know why these bandits came, but he knew it very well.  "Xuan Tie Ling, hehe, it turns out that many people ask for it but can't get it"  Everyone upstairs was no longer interested in eating. Except for Zhou Chen, who was still calmly pouring himself a drink, everyone was a little uneasy. At this moment, someone heard someone screaming: "Let's fight."  The fight started" In front of the sesame cake shop across the street, the old man Wang, who was selling sesame cakes, was fighting with the tall man Qiang Liang with the iron tongs he used to hold the sesame cakes.  They became a pair of fine iron judge's pens. The two of them were going back and forth with each other in an extremely intense manner. The handsome men outside also joined in. For a time, the sounds of clashing weapons, miserable grunts, and wailings could be heard.  "This, this is really Old Man Wang. He, how can he be so powerful?" A local person in Houjianji was stunned when he saw the big fight below. He never expected that Old Wang could not beat a fart with a stick before.  It is beyond imagination that he will turn into a fierce man who travels all over the world.  Of course, he is not the only one who thinks like this. He feels that his world view and outlook on life are about to be overturned.There were people around, especially a few scoundrels who had eaten sesame seed cakes for free without paying. At this time, their legs were trembling, and they felt regretful and sad.  Putting aside the strange thoughts of these people, Zhou Chen is also paying attention to the fight below. From his perspective, Wu Daotong, whose pseudonym is Old Man Wang, is now at the end of his strength and was captured and killed under the siege of Jindao Village.  A moment.  Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, someone upstairs exclaimed: "It's dead, it's dead" Zhou Chen's eyes narrowed, and he saw Wu Daotong fighting with a short and thin old man outside, and was slapped by him.  It hit the chest and rolled down the room. Seeing an opportunity, the tall man below the room flew up and stabbed Wu Daotong's abdomen with two double hooks.  Wu Daotong fought back before dying and ran into the tall man's arms. A pair of judge pens pierced the opponent's chest and out his back. Four bloody holes were made of flesh and blood. The tall man staggered a few steps and was killed on the spot. Wu Daotong was also seriously injured.  Heavy, he fell to the ground and made no sound.  In the end, the two people ended up losing both sides and exchanging lives for lives.  "Hiss!!!" Such a tragic scene made everyone in the building take a breath, and everyone looked a little pale and panicked.  Everyone in Jindaozhai searched the dead Wu Daotong carefully. When they found nothing, they went into the sesame cake shop and rummaged around. More than a dozen people crowded inside, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging.  Dishes, bed boards, tables, chairs, and clothes were thrown out one by one. With a loud bang, a clay vat fell into the middle of the street and broke into pieces. The flour in the vat was scattered all over the floor.
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