Travel through the heavens

Yan Kong became more and more frightened as the battle went on. The contempt in his heart had long since disappeared, and was replaced by a deep fear. He was at a loss when he started fighting.

After He Xiaolan eliminated the three sword monks and joined the battle, he became even more exhausted and had no chance to catch his breath.

He was confident of his martial arts skills and came here to plot against Iron Monkey, so he only brought the scarred monk and four sword monks with him, and the rest of his followers stayed in the prefectural government office. Now all the five people he brought were killed, and he began to regret that he had been too arrogant.

In addition, he had been fighting with the people on the opposite side for such a long time, but there was no sign of night patrol officers or night watchmen. It was obvious that someone had made arrangements.

He thought it was a trap set up for Iron Monkey, but he didn't expect that the other party had already planned it and was waiting for him to fall into the trap.

No, we must not fail here!

Where there is life, there is hope!

Thinking of this, Yan Kong became ruthless and endured a kick from Huang Qiying and a punch from He Xiaolan. He used his palms to make the sound of wind and thunder, and used the power of his chaotic cloak to force everyone back. At the same time, he used the recoil force to fly backwards.

Yan Kong bent his knees and jumped up, stepped on the wall, and was about to leap onto the roof, but he didn't expect that his ankle would tighten in mid-air, and a huge force came, and he fell back to the ground involuntarily.

It turned out that Yang Tianchun discovered that Yan Kong was about to escape, and at the critical moment, he swung out the nine-section whip, wrapped it around his ankle, and pulled him back.

Yan Kong failed to escape and became furious. He shouted and kicked back with force, breaking the nine-section whip wrapped around his foot. Just as he was about to attack, Huang Qiying's shadowless kick hit his chest with great force, kicking him out and hitting the ground.

Huang Qiying shouted, "Attack his lower body!" Then he leaned down to the ground and attacked with a shadowless kick.

Yan Kong had just turned over from the ground when Huang Qiying's shadowless kicks continuously attacked his lower body. He kept retreating and dodging, while also having to pay attention to parrying Fang Muye, Yang Tianchun and He Xiaolan. He was unknowingly confused.

Seeing that Huang Qiying was about to kick his calf, judging from the whistling wind from his leg, if he was kicked, his calf would probably be broken on the spot. Yan Kong had no choice but to leap into the air to avoid the kick.

You must know that people have no ground to rely on in the air, so they have the most weaknesses, and there is nothing to leverage on in the air. Once they run out of energy, they can only be slaughtered by others.

Yang Tianchun shouted "Flying Kick" and jumped into the air. His legs turned sharply in the air, and with two muffled "bangs", he kicked Yan Kong and sent him flying towards Fang Muye.

There was a gleam of light in Fang Muye's eyes, and his figure shot towards the falling Yan Kong like an arrow. The eight-sided Han sword in his hand turned, shining with a cold and clear light. In an instant, a ray of white light cut through the long night.

Yan Kong was extremely horrified, with warning signs ringing loudly, and he wanted to do something, but...

"Puch!"

Blood gushed out like a fountain, Yan Kong's head flew into the sky, and the headless corpse fell heavily to the ground.

After a fierce battle, Yan Kong finally died, and the four of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Huang Qiying saluted in the direction of Southern Shaolin and said, "I am Huang Qiying, the unworthy disciple. Today I have finally avenged my great hatred and comforted the spirits of my teachers. May all the teachers rest in peace!"

After he stood up, Fang Muye said, "We must eradicate all the evil. Yan Kong still has many minions in the government office. Please follow me for another round."

At this time, there was not a single bailiff in the prefectural yamen. Only Yan Kong's followers were drinking and having fun, waiting for Master Yan Kong to return triumphantly.

Fang Muye and his four companions suddenly attacked, and in just a cup of tea, they wiped them out like slaughtering chickens and ducks.

The sun rises in the east and the sky gradually becomes clearer.

Outside Fengyi Railway Station in Jiaxing Prefecture, Fang Muye, Yang Tianchun and He Xiaolan came to see Huang Qiying and his son off.

Yang Tianchun clasped his fists and said, "Brother Huang, after today's farewell, I really don't know when we will meet again."

Huang Qiying smiled and said, "Brother Yang, sister-in-law, why don't you just come to the south to find us? Then your Baicaotang and my Baozhilin will live next to each other, which will definitely benefit the people."

Fang Muye ignored their conversation, pulled Huang Feihong aside, patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously: "Feihong, you learned the Flying Kick from Doctor Yang, and you also have the Shadowless Kick inherited from your family. One day, you will combine the two sets of leg techniques and be able to perform a Shadowless Kick while flying in the air. At that time, your Shadowless Kick will be a real Shadowless Kick."

Huang Feihong stretched out his hand and scratched his forehead, glanced at Huang Qiying, and said puzzledly: "God, my current shadowless kick is the real shadowless kick."

"No! Not yet! You have to believe me!" Fang Muye said seriously.

Seeing Fang Muye's serious face, Huang Feihong could only nod helplessly and said, "Okay, Master Shen, I will try it as you said."

Fang Muye stroked Huang Feihong's head with his palm and smiled with satisfaction: "Well, this is a good boy!"

Huang Feihong suddenly showed an embarrassed and shy expression on his face.

"Feihong, we're leaving!" Huang Qiying's voice came.

Everyone said goodbye reluctantly, and Huang Qiying and Huang Feihong turned into the station and boarded the train back to Foshan.

Foshan, which belongs to Nanhai County, Guangzhou Prefecture, GD Province, is one of the "Four Famous Towns".

There are many martial arts halls of all sizes in Foshan Town, and the development of martial arts has been unprecedentedly prosperous. It has gathered dozens of boxing styles from the north and the south, and there are many martial artists, so the people of Foshan are tough.

In addition to being martial, Foshan people also pay attention to food culture, among which tea culture is very popular. As the saying goes, "If you have money, you go upstairs, and if you don't have money, you squat downstairs", this is exactly what it means.

Early in the morning, the Deyue Teahouse on Yongding Street was already crowded with people, with all seats taken, and the sound of people shouting and talking was deafening.

In the private room on the second floor, a group of wealthy country gentlemen were playing with birds, chatting and making friends.

"Have you heard that a new Governor-General of Guangdong and Guangxi will be here soon?"

"If you want to talk about this, I do know a thing or two. The day before yesterday, I went to visit a relative who works in the provincial capital, and learned from him that the new Governor-General of Guangdong and Guangxi will take office in the next two days. By the way, the Governor-General of Guangdong and Guangxi has the surname Sun, and he is a relative of ours. Hahaha." At this point, the old man surnamed Sun couldn't help laughing, as if having the same surname as the Governor-General of Guangdong and Guangxi was a great benefit.

Someone expressed his feelings: "Now that foreigners are in power, the status of Chinese people is low. I just hope that after Mr. Sun takes office, the situation in Guangdong will be better."

Someone immediately echoed, "Yes, there are more and more foreigners, and life is getting harder and harder!"

"Mr. Zhang, you are so impressive that you can do business with foreign devils."

Wearing a pair of glasses and holding a gold-threaded pipe, Mr. Zhang, who was about 60 years old, smiled and said in a very Versailles way: "Alas, I can't make a living in my hometown, so I have to go to England to work like a slave."

"This time, Lao Zhao brought a royal sparrow to take pictures with you, and this bird stole the show."

Mr. Zhang immediately laughed happily and said to Lao Zhao, "It's no big deal to take a photo. You can take one later."

Old Zhao grinned and bowed: "Thanks to you for your care."

At this time, there was a greeting from outside the door.

"Master Huang."

"Master Huang."

……

"Hello, fellow villagers!"

A handsome young man, about 25 years old, wearing a ochre yellow long gown and holding a black umbrella in his left hand, walked in calmly while greeting people around him enthusiastically.