Yang Jin said curiously: "Uncle Ze, Mr. Hu is also a master, right?"

Uncle Ze said lightly: "It should be!"

"Should be?"

Du Yong and Yang Jin were very surprised. Yes, no, no, no.

Uncle Ze smiled and said, "Is it strange? I have never seen him take action, and he doesn't look very imposing, but I don't doubt that he can take my life within ten moves."

Du Yong was shocked: "Is Mr. Tiger so powerful?"

Although Uncle Ze was injured, his strength should not be underestimated. At least he should be above Yang Jin. If Mr. Hu could take Uncle Ze's life within ten moves, he would have to be a master.

The master is hiding in this ravine?

Uncle Ze said again: "The judgment of Mr. Hu's martial arts may also be my illusion. But in front of Mr. Hu, I can't have any disrespectful thoughts, let alone attack him."

Du Yong said solemnly: "That is a noble and respectful person! Just stand or sit casually, and you can be convinced!"

Uncle Ze nodded with a smile.

Walking into the courtyard, Uncle Ze pointed to the big tree on his right and rushed to Yang Jin, "Just tie the horse to the tree."

Yang Jin did as he did, and after tied up the horse, he took out a golden sack from the carriage. Uncle Ze looked at the sack: "Is this what Wei Shan gave to Mr. Hu?"

"Yes!" Du Yong nodded.

"What's going on with the blood on the bag?" Uncle Ze frowned.

Du Yong quickly explained: "Just the night before yesterday, many people from the south suburbs formed an alliance to besiege Qu Shaoqing of Dali Temple under the intentional provocation. We are also here and fought with those people in the rivers and lakes for one night."

"Is this true?" Uncle Ze obviously hadn't received the news yet. It's no wonder. After all, it's not long and the location of Zhangjiazhuang is quite erratic.

Yang Jin threw the sack on his shoulder and said hatefully: "Although the fire wolf gang and other evil forces contributed to the fire, most gangs in Pingzhou are not good birds. For some benefit, they dare to do anything, and some just want to make trouble, fearing that the world will not be in chaos."

Uncle Ze knew a little about the situation of the major gangs in Pingzhou, so he didn't feel inappropriate about Yang Jin's evaluation, but just asked curiously: "What's the result of the battle that night?"

Du Yong answered truthfully: "Two hundred to one thousand four, the result is barely powerful."

After hearing this proportion, Uncle Ze's face changed slightly: "Will you send thousands of people out?"

Yang Jin nodded: "The government is about 240, and the people in the martial arts world are about 2,000, and most of them are small fish in the Qi training realm. Pingzhou General Administration has suffered heavy losses this time, and those elites must have been trained for a long time."

Uncle Ze was deeply moved. He asked himself that he had seen big scenes, but he never participated in such a battle of thousands of people.

Du Yong sighed: "The pension is another large sum. I wonder if Dali Temple will open a stall."

Yang Jin shook his head: "Just wait and see. There will definitely be many censors in Pingzhou, and it is good to not step on Dali Temple, so how can they spread any pensions?"

Come to the moon gate in the backyard.

Uncle Ze stopped, Du Yong and Yang Jin stopped.

"Uncle Hu, there are guests asking for a visit!" Uncle Ze shouted slightly.

No answer.

"Will you be sleeping?" Du Yong asked in a low voice, "Old man, you can get up early and get up early, and you can easily get sleepy."

"It's still morning, what's the sleep?" Yang Jin replied in a low voice.

"Shh!" Uncle Ze raised his index finger and asked Du Yong and Yang Jin to be quiet.

Du Yong and Yang Jin quickly closed their voices.

"Come in!" A low and hoarse voice sounded like a little old and had no power.
Chapter completed!