Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Watching Zhou Tie's back, Fang Zheng felt a sudden lack of confidence.

After all, Zhou Tie was half of Zhang Biao's master.

No one is born strong, Zhang Biao is the same, although he has a strange power, but he is not necessarily invincible.

Even this strange power is the result of top-level talent plus Fang Zheng's unlimited nutritional supplements, plus daily crazy hard training.

But hitting sandbags and wooden stakes every day, only doing strength training without participating in actual combat is absolutely impossible, after all, this is ancient times, and there is no TV station to help you verbally perform.

Without something real, you can't survive!

Although Fang Zheng had looked for many martial arts masters to teach Zhang Biao, that strange power simply didn't need any martial arts, it directly broke the skill with strength.

Moreover, Zhang Biao had been with Fang Zheng for a long time, and his hands were particularly dirty. He didn't talk about routines when fighting. He went up and threw a handful of sand on his face first.

The people who taught him were so upset that they shouted that they would not do it! In this regard, Fang Zheng was also very helpless.

Zhang Biao's martial arts improved by leaps and bounds after he met Zhou Tie.

At the beginning, Zhou Tie ran from the mountain to Taoyuan County, and Fang Zheng and Zhang Biao found him trying to steal something to eat on the street.

The two of them started fighting on the spot.

Although Zhou Tie was swollen all over and fainted, Zhang Biao was not much better, and he was also bruised all over.

When Zhou Tie woke up, Fang Zheng knew that this guy hadn't eaten for several days!

He could produce this kind of effect even if he hadn't eaten for a few days. Wouldn't he go to heaven if he was full!

Fang Zheng immediately decided to keep people with heavy money and leave them to Zhang Biao as sparring partners.

Since then, Zhang Biao's martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds. A month later, Zhou Tie no longer had a chance to win against Zhang Biao.

But since this guy was beaten by Zhang Biao, he started eating, drinking, and whoring every day, and he didn't know how much his martial arts had degenerated...

Fang Zheng was still drumming in his heart, turned his head and asked Zhang Biao: "What do you think of the strength of the kid on the opposite side? Can Zhou Tie win?"

Zhang Biao smiled, his smile was very disdainful: "If that Chen Dasheng is only invulnerable to swords and guns, then he is doomed to lose!"

"I competed with Zhou Tie last time, his martial arts have not declined, my combat power is 100, and Zhou Tie has at least 70!"

"Huh?" Fang Zheng looked at Zhang Biao with a puzzled face.

"How do you calculate this?"

"I took a look, and it dinged in my head and calculated it."

"........"

Chao! Fang Zheng's eyes turned red!

Shouldn't it ding in my head? Why the hell did it ding in yours!!

"Quick! Tell me how it dinged!"

Zhang Biao was speechless, turned his head to look at Fang Zheng: "Young master, this is just a metaphor, it means I calculated it very quickly!"

Fang Zheng suddenly suffocated, and then curiously said: "What do you think my combat power is?"

Zhang Biao glanced at him: "Only five."

"........"

Fang Zheng didn't want to talk, turned his head and looked at the formation.

Zhang Biao hugged his arms, his face full of impatience: "It's really ink! If I were to go up, the poisonous dart would have been stuck in his eyes!"

Zhou Tie and Chen Dasheng were still facing each other on the field, and the atmosphere was a little anxious for a while.

Although Chen Dasheng was staring at Zhou Tie, he was disdainful in his heart. The broken knife in the opponent's hand was worse than the practice knife he usually used, and his energy and spirit were not very good.

At first glance, he is a wimp, why hasn't this kid come over yet?

Zhou Tie was also flustered. He choked a lot of seawater when he fell into the water last time. In fact, he hasn't recovered yet, and then Zhang Biao broke a few ribs, and the ribs are still broken.

Take a step and hurt three times! If it wasn't for the sake of face, I wouldn't want to go up even if I died...

Fang Zheng also looked impatient, and urged loudly: "Are you fighting! Everyone is waiting here! It will delay eating in a while!"

Zhou Tie heard the words, gritted his teeth and walked slowly towards Chen Dasheng with a knife.

Seeing this, Chen Dasheng tore open the coat on his body, revealing his muscular upper body, and walked towards Zhou Tie with a grin.

The speed at which the two approached each other became faster and faster.

Suddenly! A burst of earth-shattering sound rang out!

Everyone was in a panic and immediately looked around.

Fang Zheng also looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a large number of officers and soldiers not far away, about two thousand, rushing in on horseback!

This momentum severely suppressed the more than 10,000 people present!

It seems that the general soldier got the news and led his troops over. It is impossible for him not to have news about such a large-scale gathering of people. Fortunately, he was prepared.

The cavalry arrived in an instant, and the leader, wearing a silver armor, was majestic and shouted at the "refugees": "Everyone, stop me!"

"Those who dare to resist will be killed on the spot!"

Fang Zheng rode his horse towards the man, and only when he got closer could he see his face clearly.

He was middle-aged, with slightly white temples, sword eyebrows, and a face full of fortitude. If this appearance and this outfit were correct, it should be Nie Zheng, the general soldier of Jianjiang.

When the officers and soldiers saw Fang Zheng coming forward, the first row of archers immediately drew their bows and arrows, pointing directly at Fang Zheng.

"Stop! Who is coming! ?"

Fang Zheng was startled, and immediately clasped his fists and said loudly: "The subordinate official, Fang Zheng. May I ask if you are Nie Zheng, Lord Nie?"

"Oh? You are Fang Zheng? Do you have proof! ? Why don't you wear official uniform and mix with the heretics?" A hint of surprise flashed in Nie Zheng's eyes.

"The subordinate official is inconvenient today, so I did not wear official uniform. These people are not members of heretics, but just ordinary people."

Speaking, Fang Zheng took out the official seal from his arms and held it high.

"The subordinate official also has something to show the adults."

Fang Zheng's tone was neither humble nor arrogant. After speaking, he continued to ride his horse towards Nie Zheng.

The officers and soldiers on both sides wanted to shoot arrows, but Nie Zheng raised his hand, and everyone put down the movements in their hands.

Fang Zheng stood side by side with him, and Nie Zheng said lightly: "Where is Liu Xun? Where did he go with such a big battle?"

"I have already taken it!" After saying that, Fang Zheng took out a piece of paper from his arms.

Inside was Liu Xun's confession, and Fang Zheng helped him press his handprint in a coma.

Nie Zheng was startled, took the confession and read it, then his eyes showed surprise, and he said anxiously: "Is this true or false!"

"Fang Zheng! This matter is of great importance. If there is any adulteration, be careful that your head will fall to the ground!"

"Of course it is true. The subordinate official is entrusted with the imperial order, and the Shangfang sword and the imperial edict are in hand. If the adults don't believe it, you can send someone to explore the granary now. The subordinate official has already sent someone to guard the granary in advance."

After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he patted the Shangfang sword on his waist.

Nie Zheng's eyes narrowed, and he made a decisive decision, sending his men to the granary to investigate.

Then he looked at Fang Zheng, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Sure enough, you are promising when you are young. No wonder His Majesty specially sent someone to inform me that you are coming!"

Fang Zheng smiled: "What did His Majesty say about me?"

"Said that this person steals chickens and dogs, swindles and deceives, and does all kinds of evil! If there is a big trouble, remind me not to kill you by mistake, but to escort you back to Beijing."

"........"

Fang Zheng looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and the sky was gray at this time.

So that's the image I have in His Majesty's heart........