Chapter 792: Victory

The young woman next to Zong Yuan glanced at him with a surprised look: "Your eyesight is indeed extraordinary. It is amazing that this person can confront the demon god until now. But this does not mean anything. You don't know the background and identity of the 'demon god', nor do you know his glorious achievements in the past."

"I don't need to know." Zong Yuan said confidently, "I only believe in my own judgment. They have started, just watch."

"Boom!"

The demon god and Zhang Xiaoqiang moved at the same time. Their movements were simple and concise. No one dodged or retreated. They just punched straight and hit each other. For the first strike, they had to determine the strength of the other party so as to formulate a strategy for the next battle. With a loud bang, the strong wind splashed, and the thunder exploded. The two took two steps back, and both felt numbness in their arms and pain in their fists.

"Okay! Come again!" The demon god's battle was surging, and he roared, rubbing his body again, and used the strongest killing move to fight with Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang practiced Zhenwu Xuan Gong, which has a set of Zhenwu fist furnace cultivation methods. There is no fixed moves, but it is extremely powerful. He stood on his feet, punching or palming, and always resolved the opponent's fierce attack. His figure was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes avoiding the heavy and sometimes fighting head-on. But no matter what, the demon god was a master of Bu Gang Realm, and he had not yet embraced the elixir, and was fighting with him purely with a strong body.

Seeing the methods of the two, the young woman who was watching beside Zong Yuan finally looked solemn. She believed that when she was Bu Gang, she definitely did not have such a strong fighting power. If she went down to fight with these two people, she would be defeated within three moves.

"It's so strong, who is this person? Didn't you say that his Tao heart has been broken?" The expression on her face was uncertain.

On the other side, the general manager and Wang Ling also looked unhappy. The steward said anxiously: "Wang Ling, are you sure you have hit him?"

Wang Ling was sweating and looked worried. She hurriedly said: "Yes, steward, this man's girlfriend and father died because of him, and his mother and sister abandoned him. This will definitely hit him and break his Tao heart, and he will never be able to pass the heavenly gate again."

"It seems that he has survived." The steward's face was uncertain, "I hope Ming Shao can defeat him."

Although saying so, neither the steward nor Wang Ling had much confidence. Objectively speaking, Ming Shao's winning rate was only 50%. They couldn't figure out why Zhang Xiaoqiang was not affected and why his combat power was still so strong.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the enemy, and his mind entered a state of emptiness. He had just experienced a severe emotional blow and was almost defeated, but after all, he had opened the gene lock and his mind was extremely strong, so that kind of blow was not fatal to him. Coupled with his strong physique, he gradually gained the upper hand at this moment.

"Die for me!"

At this point in the battle, the demon god was already impatient. He moved to Zhang Xiaoqiang's right side with a strange shake of his feet, and then punched out. Zhang Xiaoqiang moved sideways, moved, and punched. At this moment, the two sides formed a situation of attacking each other. If the demon hit Zhang Xiaoqiang, he would also be hit by Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"I am Bu Gang, and you are not even Bao Dan. I don't believe I can't beat you!" The demon was ruthless and decided to exchange punches with him.

"Boom!"

Two muffled sounds, the demon and Zhang Xiaoqiang flew back. The demon's face flushed, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth and nose. He was punched in the right chest. When he was punched, he felt countless hair-like forces blasting into his body, destroying his internal organs, and even his ribs were punched with countless fine holes.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was not feeling well either. His right rib position was sunken, his internal organs were injured, and he almost lost his combat effectiveness. However, the punch he just made used the "ox hair force" in Zhenwu Xuan Gong. When he punched, the force was like ox hair, densely piercing into the enemy's body, causing huge damage. At this time, if the demon's skin was cut open, countless small holes like honeycombs would be found, which were all the consequences of the ox hair force.

But he was not feeling well either. Six ribs were broken, his liver was ruptured, and his small intestine was partially broken. It was really not suitable for him to fight again at this time. But compared with the demon god, his condition was better.

The demon god was shocked and angry. He stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang and approached him with a shaky gait. The latter said calmly, "You are seriously injured. If you surrender now, you may survive."

"I must kill you!" The demon god gritted his teeth and continued to approach. His subconscious told him that he must kill the enemy in front of him. There was no reason. This was his intuition.

Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed softly and said, "I also want to kill you in my heart, but I can control my killing intent, but you can't."

"Kill!"

The demon god suddenly jumped up and was in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang in an instant. There was a dagger in his palm, which stabbed fiercely at his heart. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not dodge. His left elbow was erected, causing the dagger to pierce into it. At the same time, his right fist blasted out fiercely, still hitting the part of the last hit.

"Puff!"

The dagger remained on his arm, and the demon god soared into the sky like a cannonball. After landing, his whole body twitched, and his eyes turned blood red due to the explosion of capillaries.

The butler, Wang Ling and the young woman could no longer sit still. They flashed to the stage one after another to check the demon god's injuries. At this moment, the demon god was almost dead, and his skin and muscles were all relaxed. The air in his lungs only went out, not in. The butler's face was pale, and he murmured: "It's over, Young Master Ming is over!"

The young woman's lips trembled, she turned around, stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang with resentment, and said word by word: "I want you to die!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang was seriously injured. He glanced at the three managers calmly, said nothing, and turned around to leave.

Zong Yuan also left the audience. He raised his wrist and whispered: "Xiao Qiang, send someone to pick up dad immediately. Now that the devil is dead, the other party will no longer be afraid and will definitely take action."

"Don't worry, the boss will be fine." Xiao Qiang said.

As soon as Zhang Xiaoqiang came out, he met a young man. The young man looked very smart. He said: "Brother Qiang, let me take you away with your head. The devil's people may want to harm you."

Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded. His current condition was very bad. He was seriously injured and had to find a place to rest and recover. He followed the young man into the car. The car drove quickly and changed three more cars on the way. It was not until an hour later that he entered an ordinary-looking private house. After sending Zhang Xiaoqiang to a private house, the young man left and was replaced by a young woman in her twenties to take care of him.

The young woman is very beautiful, has good skin, and her accent sounds like she grew up in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. She seldom spoke, and only spoke when Zhang Xiaoqiang asked. Most of the time, she just stayed aside.

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat cross-legged on the wooden floor. He put his hand on his right rib and quickly connected the broken bone. Even the wounds on his small intestine and liver were slowly closed. At this time, the young woman handed over a stone and said, "Brother Qiang, put it in your mouth. It can help you recover from your injuries."

This inconspicuous stone is naturally the gem of life, but Zhang Jun, who transformed into Zhang Xiaoqiang, has lost his memory and cannot recognize it. He was stunned, nodded, and kept the stone in his mouth. Suddenly, a strange energy seeped out of the stone and entered his body. His injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was almost healed in about an hour.

While Zhang Xiaoqiang was recovering from his injuries, many forces in the entire Qingyuan District were looking for his whereabouts. However, compared to the energy of the Fugui Gang, they were only a small witch and could not find any clues at all.

Zongyuan left the Shura Field in a very good mood. Although his father was injured, he won after all. Half an hour later, he appeared on the famous shopping street in Qingyuan District. It was very lively with people coming and going. Zongyuan is a little glutton, so he found out that there was a food street across from the shopping street, with two excellent restaurants in it. Of course he can't miss a good restaurant and try it out. After all, one of his ideals is to "eat all over the world".

When he walked to the middle of the shopping street, he saw an old Taoist priest setting up a stall in the middle of the rest pavilion to tell fortunes. The old Taoist priest wore sunglasses, held a folding fan in his thin hands, and looked like a Taoist master. Next to him, squatting was a big black dog. It was very vicious. The dog's eyes looked sideways at people, as if there was a kind of contempt in it.

"Eh? Xiaohei?"

He immediately recognized that this big black dog was the one he met earlier, the one his father had raised when he was a child, named Xiao Hei. He heard his father say that Xiao Hei has been following the crazy Taoist, so this old Taoist must be the crazy Taoist, right? Thinking of this, he immediately walked over, whistled in his mouth, and shouted: "Xiao Hei!"

The big black dog had seen Zong Yuan a long time ago. The dog's tail was wagging, and it came towards him happily. The dog's head was rubbing against him. The crazy Taoist glanced here and said, "Little baby, why are you running here to play? Do your parents know?"

Zongyuan came to the fortune-telling stall and said, "Crazy Taoist Grandpa, my dad has been looking for you, why don't you return his calls?"

The crazy Taoist said bitterly: "I get angry when I mention this. This damn dog threw my phone into the water, and I don't have money to buy a new one."

Zong Yuan was speechless for a while. Is this a reason?

What else was he going to say? The crazy Taoist smiled and said: "Little baby, you and I are destined, and your father and I are also destined. Now that we have met, I will give you some advice."

Although Zong Yuan is young, he is very thoughtful. He knows that this crazy Taoist is very great, so he respectfully said: "Yes, I am all ears, junior."

"There are three things in your father's hands. One is Zhang Sanfeng's 'Empty Mountain Picture', the other is the ancient magic weapon 'Taixu Tower', and the other is the Qi-Wang Technique secret book that I passed on to him. These three things are currently absent. Find it next to him and give it to him," the crazy Taoist said.

Zong Yuan asked: "Crazy Taoist Grandpa, what are these three things used for?"

"It will be of great use." The mad Taoist smiled mysteriously, "Just give these three items to him. If he is lucky, he should be able to break through the heavenly barrier."

Zongyuan was surprised and happy, and asked hurriedly: "Crazy Taoist Grandpa, how long will it take for my dad to pass the Heavenly Pass?"

The mad Taoist smiled slightly and said, "The secret must not be leaked, but this is not a secret, but I can tell you." Then he stretched out his hand and said, "But first, get the money."

Zong Yuan was speechless for a while, but he still obediently took out a thousand yuan and handed it over with both hands.

After receiving the cash, the mad Taoist smiled happily and said, "When he achieves half a step of magical power, he will pass the end of the world."

Zong Yuan's little face suddenly darkened, and he had the urge to flatter people. Isn't this nonsense!