Tomie's Unlimited Journey

Although the sun was high in the sky, because it was winter, they could only feel the slightest chill. After saying goodbye to the old road, Lin Jiang and his party came to a small town called Anping Town, which is not far away from Linjiang Village.

According to the residents in the town, it can be reached in only two days' journey.

"We still have four days, so we have plenty of time... Hmm... I didn't expect the dishes cooked by ancient people to be quite delicious." Zhang Feng ate the side dishes and talked happily.

"Haha, this is indeed a bit unexpected." Lin Jiang said with a smile while playing with the chicken in the bowl.

"This dungeon mission is too strange. It hasn't given any branch lines yet. Is there something wrong with the main god?" Yu Jiasheng chatted while eating.

"I don't know... I've never encountered it before. At any rate, I've had it three times..." When talking about this, Zhang Feng frowned again.

Everyone was sitting at two tables, with five people on each table. Lin Jiang, Zhang Feng, Liu Jun, Yu Jiasheng, and Zhao Hu were at one table, and the others were at another table. While they were chatting, a loud shout came from downstairs.

"Waiter! Bring your best wine and food to grandpa!"

I saw a strong man with a bearded face and a rough look walking up. His chest was open and hairy in winter, and even thin clothes couldn't cover it. As soon as he came up, he sat down at Li Furong's table.

Next to him, he glanced at Lin Jiang and smacked his lips in boredom, then looked sideways at the young woman Bai Baijie beside him, and made squeaking sounds from time to time, as if he was making comments.

"..." Lin Jiang felt a little unhappy for some reason.

Bai Jie was about to have an attack when suddenly a group of people came up, led by an old man with white hair and white beard, rich and jade robes, with bulging temples on both sides, looking full of energy. There were more than a dozen people behind him in different costumes.

Some are armed with knives, swords, spears and axes. The only thing they have in common is their arrogant expressions.

At this time, there were not many seats in the hotel, and it could be seen at a glance that it was impossible to accommodate so many of them. This group of people walked straight towards Lin Jiang without looking around.

"Hey! You! Yes! There are a few of you! Make way for me!" A young man threw a piece of silver and threw it on the table with a clang, putting on a ferocious expression, "Take the silver

Just get out of here, otherwise don’t blame me, I’m not polite!”

"Haha" Zhang Feng sneered and stood up.

"You blind little brat! Who are you talking to?! Grandpa still lacks such a small amount of filial piety?!" The strong man cursed and put his hand into his crotch, frowned and grabbed a handful of hair, and threw it in the man's face.

"Grandpa, these few hairs are worth thousands of gold. Grandpa has given them to you, so you don't have to thank me."

"You, you, you are looking for death!!" The man's face turned red, he puffed up his sleeves and struck at the strong man with his palm.

Bang! There was a muffled sound. The strong man rubbed his chest and glanced at the man, "Well... there's still some energy."

"What!"

"How can it be!"

"What an amazing horizontal kung fu!"

"who is he?!"

The man took a few steps back with a livid face and looked at the old man questioningly.

"Haha, who am I? It turns out to be the famous Iron Palm Wushuang Zhang Heng. His internal strength is indeed extraordinary."

"You know it's grandpa, why don't you get out of here!" Zhang Heng spat the man in front of him in the face.

"you……"

"Okay, stand down! Let me come and learn from you today."

"Okay, then let's help!" Zhang Hengle clenched his fists cheerfully, looking confident.

When the shopkeeper saw this, he immediately shouted, "You heroes, please show your respect, this small shop cannot withstand the torment."

"Get out of here, I!" the old man glared at the shopkeeper beside him.

"Poof!" The shopkeeper spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and screamed.

"Hiss!" There was a sound of breathing all around.

Looking at the shopkeeper who was vomiting blood and falling to the ground, Zhang Heng put away his smile and looked at the old man with a solemn expression.

"Please, Iron Palm Wushuang." The old man's clothes made a hunting noise, his inner energy overflowed, his eyes flashed fiercely, he leaned forward and struck out with a palm, the palm wind was powerful and there was a faint heat wave hitting his face, Zhang Heng shouted in a low voice

, greeting the heat wave with one palm.

Bang! There was a loud noise! ​​Everyone onlookers couldn't help but step back, and even the unbearable ones sat down directly on the ground. Everyone seemed to be pushed by an invisible force.

The two of them had just finished one slap, and then used their internal strength to hit several more palms. The sound of the air exploding could not be heard. The person with less internal strength had his heart broken by the shock, and fell to the ground with blood on his mouth.

Boom! Another palm! Upon seeing this, Zhang Heng jumped out of the window and onto the street. He turned around and saw the old man behind him swooping down from the air like an eagle. Zhang Heng quickly put his palms together.

Bang!! Zhang Heng's feet sank into the soil, and the stone bricks under his feet were instantly shattered by the impact. The scattered aftermath injured many passers-by.

Seeing that the attack failed, the old man immediately stepped back and jumped ten meters in the blink of an eye. There were whistling sounds in his ears. Zhang Heng had already stepped forward and hit his chest with a palm. The old man turned his palm into a claw.

One claw clasped Zhang Heng's wrist, and the other claw tore towards Zhang Heng's face with the sound of breaking wind.

Ignoring the power of this claw, Zhang Heng raised his left palm and struck the old man on the head. It was a fatal blow, and the old man had to step back and hit Zhang Heng away with his palm.

During this flash and movement, there were dozens of palm strikes in succession. The two gasped, each retreated a few meters, and they faced off.

"Elder!"

"Elder!"

"Elder! Are you okay?"

The dozen or so masters came to the old man's side and all looked at Zhang Heng with eager eyes.

"Oh...this is really troublesome..." Zhang Heng slowly backed away.

"It doesn't matter..." The old man took a deep breath, opened his eyes and said, "As expected of Iron Palm Wushuang, I have seen it all, but today's matter has nothing to do with you. Do you still want to stand up for those ordinary people?

I'm afraid those people have already finished running away by now." The old man's eyes contained a hint of compromise.

"This... okay." Looking at the dozen or so people gathered around him, Zhang Heng looked embarrassed. He thought he could easily deal with this old man, but he turned out to be a great master...

"We don't need him to come forward in the first place!" At this time, Zhang Feng and others walked out of the crowd.

Bai Jie pulled out two exquisite daggers from her waist, and Zhao Hu stared at the old man with a fierce look on his face.

Lin Jiang took out the long or short gantz sword at the side, and several other people also walked up with weapons.

"Fuck! A bunch of idiots! Aboriginals! Primitive people! How dare you look down on us!" Yu Jiasheng cursed directly.

"You actually have the guts to come here and die!" The young man looked in disbelief. At this time, the group of people didn't even run away.

"I'm not sure who will die." Lin Jiang casually threw away the long knife in his hand, and there was a roar of wind. Only the light of the knife was visible, but not the shadow of the knife. The wind of the knife was so cold that the man could feel it several meters away.

He felt a cool breeze blowing, which made him narrow his eyes.

"..."

"..."

"I have a suggestion, how about we turn our hostility into friendship?" the old man said with a smile as he stood aside.