Chapter 74: Ding Dian's Strength

  As for the horse, the two of them discussed it repeatedly. Luo Qiushui agreed, but refused to accept Zhao Ji's money no matter what.

  Matters of gold and silver are indispensable, however, Zhao Ji would not look at them as being overly important. He always believed that a thousand pieces of gold spent will return once more.

  "Alright then, I know you don't need this little money either. Since you're unwilling to accept it, I'll just take the ten horses."

  Luo Qiushui refused twice, and Zhao Ji stopped asking. He said lightly.

  The two of them had just discussed and had already reached a preliminary consensus. Next time the Luo family's merchant group comes over, they will bring ten horses.

  "Haha, what luck! I didn't expect that there would be a merchant caravan here. This time, I'll make a small profit."

  Just as the transaction in the village had reached a small climax, a horseshoe sound came from outside the village, getting closer and closer, accompanied by a burst of wild laughter.

  A fine horse, with an arrow-like speed, galloped into the Zeng Family Village, carrying a robust man who was eight feet tall, with a sturdy body and a strong waist. One hand held the reins to control the horse, while the other grasped a mixed yuan hammer.

  Look at that Mysterious Yuan Hammer, its size is not small. Zhao Ji initially estimated that the weight of the Mysterious Yuan Hammer should not be light, it's probably around 70 or 80 kilograms.

  Riding a fine horse, wielding heavy armor, a robust Han man gives people an awe-inspiring and exceptionally fierce feeling. On the battlefield, such a person is definitely a peerless and powerful general.

  "Who are you and why did you trespass into Zeng's village?"

  Frowning, Zhao Ji stepped forward two steps and shouted loudly.

  From the way this man appeared, Zhao Ji saw that he must be a bad guy, so naturally he didn't have an attitude towards him.

  "Hey kid, was it you who beat up my Green Gang brothers a few days ago and wouldn't let them collect protection money here?"

  Pointing at Zhao Ji, the burly man said in a loud and clear voice.

  "So you're a member of the Green Camp now. You've come this time for those shrimp soldiers and crab generals who are about to make their move, right?"

  His face fell, and Zhao said coldly.

  "Kid, what did you say?"

  The fierce Hanzi was furious, his face turned ferocious and he scolded Zhao Ji loudly: "Those two little bastards are indeed not very impressive, their martial arts skills are not good, but they spend all day showing off. However, they are after all my brothers in the Green Camp. You little bastard, you dare to scold them, it's like you're not giving me face. I think you're tired of living and want to relax your muscles."

  "Clang!"

  A clear and melodious sword hum suddenly rang out, Zhao Ji's figure was like a ray of light, rapidly rushing towards the robust young man, the autumn water sword in his hand, under the illumination of the midday sun, flashed out dazzling rays.

  Zhao Ji had never been a good-tempered person, and he couldn't bear to be scolded by others. As soon as someone disagreed with him, he would start a big fight. How could he tolerate the Green Camp soldiers who bullied and oppressed the poor people?

  As soon as it was drawn, it was swift and rapid like a thunderbolt. The Autumn Water Sword did not disappoint as a treasured sword, and with a slight tremble, it reflected a fluctuating light that shone on the face of a robust young man, causing him to involuntarily close his eyes slightly.

  In the blink of an eye, the sword tip was already in front of him. The robust man opened his eyes and saw it, his face changed instantly, and a thread of fear and killing intent flashed in his pupils, touching the tip of his nose.

  At this critical moment, the robust young man's reaction was quite swift. The mixed yuan hammer in his hand turned lightly and happened to hit the tip of the autumn water sword.

  Looking at the robust appearance of a middle-aged Han man, he is also using a mixed yuan hammer. Others will think that he is practicing open and closed kung fu, but unexpectedly, he can still make such small and clever movements.

  The Hunyuan hammer smashed onto the sword tip, and instantly, Zhao Ji felt a surging, unstoppable force transmitted from the treasured sword, causing his body to pause in mid-air, unable to catch his breath, and he fell down.

  "Older brother Zhao!"

  Seeing Zhao Ji in a precarious situation, Luo Qiushui was shocked and lost color, letting out a startled cry.

  "Zhao Ji, be careful."

  Another cry of surprise came from Ding Dian's mouth.

  The green camp's ruffians are here to stir up trouble again. At the first moment, Ding Dian paid close attention, and when Zhao Ji fought with the robust Han man, he was even more closely attentive.

  A loud cry escaped his lips, and Ding Dian didn't hesitate. His body flashed, transforming into a series of illusory shadows that charged towards the robust man.

  Taking advantage of his physical strength, the robust Han man repelled Zhao Ji and was about to pursue him when Ding Dian killed him.

  With a sudden burst of energy, Ding Tian stretched out his right hand and slapped down with the palm of his hand, striking the Hunyuan Hammer in the nick of time and saving Zhao Ji from danger.

  In mid-air, with no support to rely on, Zhao Ji's body was falling downwards. Just as he was about to hit the ground, he finally mustered up a bit of strength and used his Autumn Water Sword to prop himself up on the ground, barely avoiding a humiliating tumble.

  Both feet touched the ground, but his body was still unstable. Zhao Ji retreated four or five steps before finally standing firm. At this time, Luo Qiushui rushed up to support him and asked with concern: "Brother Zhao, are you okay?"

  "It's nothing, this barbarian may have great strength, but he can't hurt me."

  Shaking his head, Zhao Ji said nonchalantly.

  After exchanging one move with the robust and vigorous Han man, Zhao roughly estimated that his internal strength cultivation should be similar to his own, but his power was boundless, gaining some advantage.

  Zhao Ji estimated that if he were to engage in a one-on-one battle with this person on the ground, it would likely be a stalemate. However, if the other person were to ride a horse, he feared he might not be able to hold his own.

  "Oh."

  Lu Qiushui nodded vaguely and said, "This barbarian's kung fu doesn't seem bad. Zhao Ge, why don't I get Lu Qingyun to help? We don't have to fight alone against bad people."

  As for martial arts, Luo Qiushui didn't understand much and was afraid that even Ding Dian wouldn't be a match for the robust young man, so he thought of asking Luo Qingyun for help.

  "No need, Brother Ding's skills are exceptional, his kung fu is very strong, far surpassing mine, no need to worry."

  Zhao seemed very calm and leisurely, without a care in the world.

  As expected, as soon as Zhao Ji's words fell, the outcome of the fight on that side had already been decided. It was seen that when Ding Dian's palm struck the Hunyuan Hammer, it only took a moment for the opponent to fall over.

  At that moment, the majestic feeling of a robust young man made him feel lingering fear for a long time. A nearly irresistible force was transmitted to his body through the Hunyuan Hammer, causing him and his horse to roll over together.

  "More than half a month ago, when I got married, you people from the Green Camp came to make trouble and disrupted my wedding ceremony. I was thinking that Heaven has a good life-giving virtue, so I didn't kill them. Unexpectedly, you have become even more ruthless and dared to come back for revenge, truly seeking death."

  Frowning and staring coldly at the robust man, Ding Dian said angrily.

  In the previous segment, Ling Shuanghua fell ill, leaving Ding Dian with a burning fire in his heart that he couldn't vent. Now that she's recovered, but seeing the people from the Green Camp again makes Ding Dian wonder if Ling Shuanghua's illness was caused by the disruption of their wedding ceremony.

  Of course, this is just Ding Dian's subjective imagination. Hu Qingniu has already diagnosed that Ling Shuanghua's serious illness is due to excessive thinking and worry, which has accumulated over the years and is difficult to cure.