Starting from the Greyhound, seventy-two changes

Feng Guang is a ghostwriter. To put it bluntly, the profession of ghostwriters is devoid of any morality.

Not only do they ghostwriter for the government, but sometimes they also ghostwriter for private individuals.

They are after the same thing.

Money!

They ghostwriter for the government, and kill some criminals and fugitives wanted by the government, and get rewards.

But sometimes it is not only the government that will offer rewards, but also many big and powerful families that are not open to the public will offer rewards in private for someone's life.

For example, not long ago, Huang Gun was offered a reward on the black market, but before he was found by the ghostwriter or the government, he fell into the hands of Chen Ku.

In short, the profession of ghostwriter is not glorious, and their whereabouts are very secretive, and not many people know their true identities.

They only want money.

They have never had the habit of sharing rewards with others or forming a team to ghostwriter.

Feng Guang was stunned and horrified when he was knocked back by Chen Ku's stick. He looked at the knife in his hand, and the blade had a gap as big as a baby's fist...

His arm was shaking wildly from the blow.

He thought that this young ghostwriter didn't have much strength at all, so he had evil intentions and was about to trick Chen Ku into using a knife to cut off Lin Jiu's head...

In this way, Lin Jiu's reward would be his alone.

He was tempted by money, killed people and robbed goods, and took advantage of other ghostwriters. He did this a lot, which was easy and labor-saving...

Generally, the other party was killed by him without any defense.

Unexpectedly...

"Want to kill me?!"

Chen Ku's eyes were full of murderous intent. After swinging Feng Guang's weapon with a stick, he stepped on his feet and swung the iron and gilded stick in his hand at Feng Guang with a sweeping momentum!

He was already alert and careful. Even if there was no change map to remind him, he would still be cautious...

Based on this, the change map directly reminded him of the other party's malicious intentions. He didn't hesitate at all and swung his stick to hit!

"Little brother... Wrong..."

Feng Guang was shocked. As soon as he took over, he felt Chen Ku's true strength. He had at least tens of thousands of pounds of strength, not including some strange strength...

Tens of thousands of pounds of strength? !

At this age...

What kind of monster is this.

Let alone Baojiao County, even in the entire Qiulong Mansion, I'm afraid that only the Golden Hammer Grandmaster had such a root when he was young.

A small Baojiao County can actually produce such a person, and he was accidentally bumped into.

Dang!

The internal energy vibrated the precious sword in his hand, and he used a sharp sword technique to block Chen Ku's stick, but he was shocked again, bleeding from the tiger's mouth, and his arm was almost broken, and he was thrown out!

"Brother, this is a mistake..."

"Your mother's head is a mistake!!"

Chen Ku got the upper hand with his stick, and he didn't show mercy. He raised the iron stick and used the stick to hit Feng Guang on the head.

Feng Guang was shocked. He knew he was no match for him, so he didn't dare to take it head-on. He dodged the powerful stick with his feet...

But after dodging one stick, another one came.

Wu La Wu La~~

The air was hit by the force of Chen Ku's stick, making a sonic boom like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Feng Guang was terrified.

At this moment, he just wanted to escape, and he didn't want the sword in his hand. He immediately pulled away a few steps and threw the sword in his hand at Chen Ku's face with the flying knife technique.

He didn't expect to hurt Chen Ku this time, but just wanted to disrupt Chen Ku's rhythm, get a chance to breathe, and turn around and escape.

The moment he threw the knife, he turned around and retreated, and with a few steps, he was about to fly over the wall.

Chen Ku was indeed disturbed by the flying knife. He turned his head and took a step back.

"Monster, I will avoid him next time I see him..."

Feng Guang felt the stick force behind him disappear, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was horrified by Chen Ku and planned not to meet him in the future. But before he finished thinking...

Although Chen Ku took a step back, a white gas shot out from his brows and suddenly turned into a beast the size of an elephant in mid-air.

Swallowed Feng Guang in one gulp.

Feng Guang only felt a dark cloud-like shadow covering his head. When he looked up, he saw a bloody mouth:

"What is this...monster..."

Crack!

Half of the body was bitten off by the flower marten in one bite, and the whole person was swallowed into the stomach in another bite.

[The owner of the picture killed Feng Guang and got a murderous spirit]

Chen Ku took back the flower marten with a cold face, walked forward, and looked at the pool of blood.

"Ghostwriters..."

Whenever I meet someone in this profession in the future, I must treat them with a bit of malice.

He lowered his head, turned around, cut off Lin Jiu's head, and brought it back to the courtyard.

His nose twitched.

Chen Ku said to himself: "It's really quick. I only killed two of the eight death row prisoners. The other six were dead."

It seems that the number and quality of ghostwriters in this city are extremely amazing.

But if Chen Ku heard what the Ma County Lieutenant said, he would know that the ghostwriters were all prepared near Caishikou.

"Two rewards are two rewards, at least more than a thousand taels in the pocket..."

When Chen Ku was about to stop.

Suddenly, he smelled a familiar smell.

"It's Master Yang's scent, as well as Master Chai Bao from Medicine King Hall, and many masters..."

...

After a while, when Chen Ku followed the scent, he saw that on this street in the outer city, masters from Medicine King Hall, led by Master Yang Luchan, were fighting fiercely with seven masters from Ping An Dao and a middle-aged man in a purple robe.

"Yang Luchan, the injury I caused you last time didn't make you feel the pain yet?"

Yan Hongwen, the master of Ping'an Taoist incense, held a peach wood sword with yellow paper and fought against Yang Luchan with the middle-aged man in purple robe.

"Monster, if it weren't for your contribution last time, I wouldn't be able to break through the inner strength."

Yang Luchan held his 12,000-pound water-fire faucet stick and expanded his body to more than two meters high. It was like a god descending on a demon, forcing the two people to retreat.

Yan Hongwen was shocked by the stick and spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face twitched. Although he was blessed with talismans, he had no choice but to meet the fierce man Yang Luchan.

Not to mention, before the breakthrough, he was already the second in Baojiao County. Now that he has entered the inner strength, in terms of strength, he can be called the first in Baojiao County.

"Master Xu, the most powerful thing about Old Man Yang is his stick skills. I have a magic talisman at the bottom of the box. After a while, I will use the talisman sword to hit him with a stick. You see the opportunity and use the Mountain Palm to hit the talisman. It would be best if we can hit him. If we can't, we can also knock his weapon away. Then...he will be like a tiger without its claws...but we can't help him."

Yan Hongwen used the talisman paper to transmit the message, found the right opportunity, and handed a magic talisman to the purple-robed middle-aged man. At the same time, he used the talisman sword to step forward and catch Yang Luchan's stick.

Xu Ao, the head of the Xu family, who was dressed in purple robes, did not delay. Although he was only a fourth-level Tongmai, his inheritance was profound, especially the Tuoshan Palm, which had an astonishing origin. With the cooperation of Yan Hongwen...

With one palm strike, the magic talisman turned into a mountain-shaped palm force, occupying the ten-meter-wide long street, and crashed towards Yang Luchan!

For the first time, Yang Luchan's face showed solemnity. He felt that the talisman at least amplified the power of Xu Ao's palm several times. At the same time, there was an extremely dangerous aura that made him feel very dangerous. It was very similar to the day when his monk Yunfang was injured. when...

Immediately sweep the stick away and sweep it towards the palm force.

Unexpectedly, this played into the two men's plans.

boom! !

On the street, including Chai Bao who was fighting with other Ping'an Taoists, and Nong Baosen, the master of Baicao Academy, all looked back in shock and saw...

In the middle of the fight between the three people, a small mountain the size of a house exploded with palm force, causing the three of them to retreat at the same time. It also sent Yang Luchan's 12,000-jin famous soldier "Water and Fire Dragon Head Staff" flying high into the air. It went up to the sky more than ten feet, and then hit the ground hard, creating a large crater on the ground that was ten feet wide.

boom!

Dusty.

"Master Yang's dragon-headed stick! Without the weapon, Master Yang's violent ape Qianjun stick will have no room to use..."

At the same time, other Ping'an Dao demons were fighting each other on this street, including masters like Ke Yansheng and Yang Luchan's disciple Yang Shaoqi.

After Yang Luchan lost his stick, he was immediately bullied by the two men.

When Ke Yansheng saw this, he immediately gave up and retreated: "You guys stop these monsters, and I'll go pick up sticks for Master Yang."

Then he went forward to pick up Mr. Yang's stick and waited for an opportunity to send it over.

In fact, he didn't have much confidence in his heart. After all, even he had a hard time holding the stick weighing more than 10,000 kilograms.

Yang Luchan was besieged by two men with swords and palms. Although he could still deal with it with fists and kicks, without much disadvantage, without the weapons, he could not fully display his powerful strength and martial arts skills.

But at this time.

"That's..."

Ke Yansheng suddenly saw a familiar figure appearing in the big pit at the corner of the long street. He picked up the water and fire faucet stick with one hand. It was Chen Ku.

Chen Ku picked up the faucet stick and murmured:

"As soon as I came here, Master Yang's stick fell down. Did God not want me to see his perfect stick in the sky?"

…

"It's almost time. Find an opportunity to withdraw. Otherwise, Shangguan Yun will come in person and you won't be able to leave."

Seeing that he and the head of the Xu family had a chance to breathe, Yan Hongwen immediately found another opportunity and threw out a talisman.

Bang! !

Yang Luchan faced the talisman that could explode his inner energy and hurt him. After losing his weapon, he stepped on his feet to avoid the explosion of the talisman in mid-air.

But his retreat also allowed the two opponents to seize the opportunity and quickly retreat into the distance.

Yang Luchan was furious and looked at his hand. If the dragon-headed stick was still in his hand, how could the two of them have a chance to breathe and evacuate.

But at this time.

The water and fire faucet stick appeared beside him.

"Master Yang, your stick."

Yang Luchan turned around and saw a young man who seemed to be more anxious than himself, as if he was afraid that if he couldn't catch up with the two people, they wouldn't be able to fight.

"Thank you little brother."

Without reacting subconsciously, I reached out and took it.

Suddenly, he came back to his senses...

Watching Chen Ku holding a water and fire faucet stick weighing more than 10,000 kilograms in one hand, he handed it to him.

His eyes became increasingly unbelievable.