Chapter 8 Fighting

Seeing that Zhang Yuan did not have these two conditions, the middle-aged woman continued: "Of course, some children of rich and powerful families are willing to spend huge money to honor the sect. There is no reason for us to refuse such children. Although monks don't care about money, they also need money.

stewer Wang said hurriedly, "My beauty Zheng, Zhang Yuan was brought by the palace owner."

The middle-aged woman said, "The rules are unbreakable, but since it is the person brought by the palace owner, it can still be accommodated. Well, in order to convince everyone, you can clean the courtyard for the sect in the future. What do you think about it after proving that you are a genius?

Zhang Yuan nodded and said, "I do." Of course, he can agree to any conditions to enter the Nine Sword Palace. This opportunity is not available to many people in their lifetimes.

Wang Yun said, "Now we will send you daily necessities and arrange your accommodation." After receiving the supplies, Zhang Yuan followed Wang Yun's instructions to find his room. After searching for a while, I finally found my room. The door was closed, and Zhang Yuan pushed the door open and walked in. There was no one in it. There were four bunks in the room, three of which were already sleeping. Zhang Yuan put his things on the empty bunks. Because there were a lot of supplies, he had to go again.

After walking out of the door, Zhang Yuan continued to get supplies. After walking once, he was familiar with the road for the second time, so he quickly returned to his residence. As soon as Zhang Yuan walked to the door, he saw a pile of supplies in front of the door.

It seems to be his own thing, Zhang Yuan thought to himself, "Is it the wrong room?" Thrown out by others?" Opening the door, there were three teenagers in the room, all about 16 years old. When the three men saw Zhang Yuan coming in, they all showed hostile eyes.

Seeing that things on his bunk disappeared, Zhang Yuan knew that they must have thrown it out. Originally, Zhang Yuan still suppressed his anger and said with a smile, "Brother Zhang Yuan just came to the sect, and Wang Yun arranged for me to live here. I don't know why the brothers didn't let me live?"

The teenager with a horse face said, "Why don't you live there? That's because this room belongs to the three of us. If you know each other, get out of here, or don't blame us for being rude."

Another handsome teenager said, "It's okay if you want to live here, but you have to express your heart."

A somewhat domineering teenager said impatiently, "It's just a local bun. Why do you talk nonsense with him?" After saying that, the teenager went straight to Zhang Yuan and took the items from Zhang Yuan's hand and threw them out.

I didn't expect the other party to do it. Zhang Yuan said angrily, "Why did you do this? This room belongs to the sect, not your own. You have no right to do so.

The domineering teenager said disdainfully, "We have the right to say that you don't count. If you have the ability, you can sue us. What qualifications do you, a bastard, live with us?"

Although Zhang Yuan's clothes are okay, compared with the children of the fairy family, they also seem a little rustic. That's why the domineering teenager said that Zhang Yuan was a local bun. Zhang Yuan said angrily, "You said I was a local steamed bun, so what are you? You just came a few years earlier than me. What's the big deal?

The domineering teenager said contemptuously, "Really? How about we have passed? I'll let you have one hand. If you win, let you live. If you lose, get out of here.

Knowing that he had no choice, Zhang Yuan gritted his teeth and answered, "Okay, it's a deal. If I lose, I'll leave."

The horse-faced teenager smiled and said, "Brother Moro, you have to teach him a good lesson so that he can know how powerful we are."

Morrow smiled and said, "Don't worry, Brother Qianhua, I will definitely beat him so that his parents can't recognize who he is."

A handsome teenager said, "Brother Moro wants to teach him a lesson. Why let him have one hand?"

Morrow said arrogantly, "Brother Feng Yang, this local steamed bun is not worth my all-out work. It's a brother and foot."

Hearing that the other party despised him so much, Zhang Yuan said angrily, "If you want to fight, fight. Why talk nonsense."

"Baobao, let's go outside; I want everyone to see how you begged for mercy." Morrow said with a bad smile: The four people walked out of the room and came to the courtyard. After knowing about them, many men ran out of the room to see the fun.

Looking at the many onlookers, Morrow said with a proud smile, "Tubaozi, I took action." Moro took the palm with one hand and patted Zhang Yuan on the top of his head. Zhang Yuan quickly took half a step and avoided the other party's slap. Moro's attack failed, and instead of being angry, he showed a strange smile.

As soon as the first palm was cut in half, it quickly changed its orientation and split towards Zhang Yuan's chest. Because the other party was empty first and then real, Zhang Yuan had no time to retreat, so he had to hurriedly meet the enemy and resist with his palm.

After the palm collided, Zhang Yuan felt the burning pain in the palm of his hand, his body was numb, and he couldn't even squeeze his fists. He couldn't withstand such a collision force, and his body retreated several steps.

Morrow had been premeditated for a long time, and the first blow was just a bluff. Only the second blow is the key. As he expected, the second blow caught Zhang Yuan off guard.

"Good"

After seeing Moro's victory, Qianhua and Feng raised their arms and shouted for Moro. Several people were overjoyed, as if they saw Zhang Yuan kneeling and begging for mercy.

There were more and more viewers around, and everyone was angry about what Moro had done, but none of them stood up for Zhang Yuan.

After seeing Zhang Yuan's defeat, Moro did not give Zhang Yuan a chance to breathe. Close to the palm as the knife, split Zhang Yuan's shoulder and neck. Zhang Yuan quickly moved his body sideways, and his right foot swept along the trend, sweeping Morrow's three roads. Moro shook his body and almost fell to the ground. Zhang Yuan took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, and for a while, the other party retreated repeatedly.

"This newcomer is quite powerful. He actually beat Morrow so awkwardly." One bystander said; another bystander said, "Didn't you see Molo give him a hand?"

The onlookers were talking to each other, and everyone talked very vigorously. Some onlookers who had a quarrel with Moro one after another spoke out for Zhang Yuan.

Seeing someone supporting him, Zhang Yuan became more and more brave, and suddenly showed his power.

Seeing the increasing number of viewers, Morrow couldn't help but be a little anxious. I thought it could solve the opponent easily, but I didn't expect the other party to have some skills. Thinking of this, Moro regretted his atrodity. When Moro was distracted, he revealed a flaw. Zhang Yuan punched the other party in the face when he grabbed it.

"Ah"

"Damn it, how dare you hit me in the face." Moro covered his injured face and roared.

"Hahaha"

Seeing Morrow's red and swollen face, everyone laughed. Only Qianhua's faces were gloomy, and Moro was furious and no longer fulfilled his previous promise. The palms kept patting and playing countless palms. Under such dense fists, Zhang Yuan's original advantages immediately disappeared.