Chapter 179 When You Come Out to Hang Out, You Need to Talk About Your Background!

It turns out that this man in Tsing Yi is none other than Zeng Cang, whom Fang Chang has been searching so hard for!

"escape!"

Zeng Cang's identity was exposed, and without saying a word, his figure suddenly flew away from the hall.

However, there were a dozen Dragon Vein Realm warriors in the lobby, and they formed an encirclement in an instant, trapping Zeng Cang in the center.

Facing Zeng Cang who wanted to break through the encirclement and escape, several Dragon Vein Realm warriors immediately intervened to stop him.

"Damn it!"

Zeng Cang's palms flew, and the palm prints carried strong winds, roaring and raging with great power.

However, there were many people on the opposite side. Although most of them were third and fourth level Dragon Vein warriors, together they formed a blocking barrier that prevented him from breaking through in a short period of time.

But behind him, Fang Chang was already attacking again, blowing out strong winds from his palms, wrapped in terrifying power, and heading towards Zeng Cang!

Zeng Cang had no choice but to give up the breakout and turned around to fight Fang Chang fiercely.

"Fang Chang, you are so treacherous. You killed your master for the sake of money and martial arts. God is so blind that you allowed an unkind and unfilial person like you to prosper..."

Zeng Cang gritted his teeth and roared with the wind from his palm. The strong wind and the bloody dragon were wrapped together, creating a majestic power and fighting towards Fang Chang.

Fang Chang snorted coldly, and six qi-blood dragons also appeared around him. The moves were very similar to Zeng Cang's. The wind in his palms carried a powerful light, roaring through the air, as if it could tear apart the space and turn into turbulent waves, which was similar to Zeng Cang's palm strength. bombarded together.

Bang bang bang!

While the two were fighting, the tables and chairs in the lobby were struck by the force of their palms and exploded.

During the fierce fight, Fang Chang snorted coldly: "Zeng Cang, my good junior brother, the fault of Master's death is not mine, but yours!"

"That old guy is partial to you, and he puts all his resources on you. He even cares for you and guides you personally, but he ignores me..."

"unfair!"

"How unfair!!"

"This old thief, either don't accept me as your disciple, or treat everyone equally. Why do you favor you but treat me coldly?"

"Why should he???"

"I am also his disciple! Why should he treat me like this!!!"

"Since he cannot treat everyone equally, then I will let him understand the consequences of partiality!"

Fang Chang's eyes were red, as if he had a lot of resentment hidden deep inside him. The blood dragon roared even louder, his arms and muscles exploded, his palms wrapped with silver light, and the strong wind howled and raged.

Each palm was filled with anger and resentment, and the attack was as fierce as a tiger's, striking hard at Zeng Cang.

Zeng Cang sighed helplessly. He could naturally understand the resentment of his fellow disciples.

Having been together for many years, he could deeply feel his master's favoritism towards him, while fellow senior Fang Chang was unusually indifferent and frequently hit, scolded and punished.

Faced with pampering, he did not become arrogant and complacent. Instead, he sympathized with his senior brother and once advised his master.

But the master was still the master after all. He was stubborn in his own opinion. Not only did he not feel that he was wrong, but he even criticized him severely.

As the two grew up, Fang Chang's repressed life exploded one day. While his master was sleeping, he killed him with his own hands, and took his money and martial arts skills with him to a faraway place.

After years of hard work, he relied on ruthlessness and ruthlessness to get into the position of leader of the Hong Gang in Linjiang City.

When the two of them met Lin Bei, it was Zeng Cang who came to avenge his master, but was severely injured by Fang Chang.

Bang!

The two exchanged palms again. As the strong wind roared, Zeng Cang suddenly changed his palms. The wind of his palm suddenly bloomed with a dazzling red light, and the evil energy boiled inside, just like the reappearance of purgatory!

"Qi and blood become evil, blood evil condenses into the palm!"

Fang Chang's expression suddenly changed. He didn't have time to think too much, and struck out with a fierce palm, facing the bloody palm print.

Bang!

A figure flew out upside down.

Fang Chang's feet plowed two long scratches on the ground. He stopped and said with a solemn expression, "I didn't expect you to have mastered our master's unique skill. I'm looking down on you!"

"Senior brother, Master is unfair to you, but he is so kind to me. I have no choice but to avenge him!"

Zeng Cang sighed, looking helpless.

Is it wrong for Fang Chang to kill his master?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

He suffered injustice under the Master, but he did receive the Master's teachings.

Was Zeng Cang at fault?

Maybe.

Or maybe not.

The master was indeed unfair to his senior brother, but he took great care of him. He should avenge him both emotionally and rationally.

How easy it is to sort out the grievances and grievances in the world!

"Okay, I want to see how you avenge him!"

Fang Chang snorted coldly and waved his hand: "Come together, life or death!"

"yes!"

A group of men immediately gathered their energy and blood, surrounded by bloody dragons, and moved toward Zeng Cang to kill him.

Zeng Cang's expression changed, and he pushed his palms away behind him. The majestic force enveloped the blood evil energy, and the power was frightening.

However, Zeng Cang and his subordinates were very cunning. Although they tried to besiege them, they were not in a hurry to rush forward.

Zeng Cang clapped his palms out, the strong wind roared, but he found that the opponent who was charging had already stopped and refused to confront him head-on.

But at this time, Fang Chang came to attack again, his palms flew out and the air waves rolled and roared, and he fought fiercely with Zeng Cang.

Although he has never practiced the Blood Demon Palm, his master's secret skill, his strength is only slightly weaker, and it is not difficult to contain Zeng Cang.

Under his restraint, Zeng Cang could not free his hands and feet. As soon as Fang Chang got rid of his men, they immediately pounced on him like hunting dogs.

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang bang!

The fists, palms, and swords clashed and exploded continuously, and Zeng Cang was under siege. For a moment, the afterimages of his palms formed, and his palm skills were pushed to the extreme.

"We must kill a few people first!"

Zeng Cang knew that something was wrong and was trapped in a tight siege. Even though he had the sixth level of dragon veins and six qi-blood dragons protecting his body, he was still in danger like a boat in the storm.

After all, he was facing the siege of more than a dozen Dragon Pulse Realm warriors.

The strength of these people was only slightly inferior to his, and he could easily kill them with just a few moves in a single encounter, but when they were surrounded and restrained by Fang Chang, who was of the same level, he seemed to be in a terrible state.

However, Fang Chang and this group of men were like lions and hunting dogs. The former was very fierce and pestered Zeng Cang to bite him. The latter acted according to the opportunity and retreated with one strike, without giving him a chance.

Tried several times but failed.

On the contrary, he wasted a lot of energy and blood. The body-protecting dragon was even cut several times, leaving a few scars.

"Fang Chang, between the two of us, why don't we have a life-and-death duel!"

Zeng Cang gritted his teeth, and there were more scars on his body.

"Hahaha, you are so naive. I, Fang Chang, like to bully the many and bully the few. What matters when I come out to hang out is the power background. A duel? Go ahead and dream!"

Fang Chang laughed loudly and suddenly struck out with his palm. Zhang Yin, carried by the strong wind, struck hard on Zeng Cang who was unable to dodge.

The latter's figure stepped back, but was enveloped by a sword light from behind.

"Damn it, could it be that I am really going to die here this time..."

Zeng Cang looked desperate, and in the blink of an eye he suffered multiple wounds.

"Hahaha, my good junior brother, let me send you to hell!"

Fang Chang had a sinister smile on his face, and six qi-blood dragons roared out ferociously, gathered in his palms, suddenly bullied himself forward, and slapped Zeng Cang's chest hard with his palm.

"My life is at risk!"

Zeng Cang's mouth was bleeding, his figure was in a wretched state, his body had several fist and palm scars, and there were several sword scars on his body. He was covered in paint and couldn't dodge this palm at all.

At this moment, he seemed to see the God of Death swinging a sickle at him.

Sudden.

"Not good! Danger!"

Fang Chang, who was high-spirited and struck out with a palm, suddenly felt a chill rising up his back, and a strong crisis enveloped him.