The old man exhales, the palm of his hand is taken in series, and the child rolls directly on the spot, emitting blue light, and the dagger never leaves these people three roads and three inches away.
Whitewater looked at this situation and scooped wonton in his hand, but he kept putting it in his mouth. There was a pause. "What a drama! Assassination in this street? Is the daily life of Jicheng so wonderful? When the boss "whitewater said this, the young men had already reacted and fought back with their own martial arts.
Some people exhale like thunder and directly blow the metallic petals away. Some people pull out their waist. soft sword blinks and stabs out dozens of swords. Those spilled goods block the stab. Others roll like a top, but the edge is like a knife wheel.
And the people who walk seem to be well-trained, but they all shrink back and run away, avoiding the conflict very skillfully. The assassination center is unfortunately involved, and the guy shrinks back and tries to pull himself out of this ghost environment.
However, several breathing scenes have changed again. Those people who are lazy and snowballing outside suddenly whisked their hands and spilled a heavy hidden weapons white smoke. There are even some strange bugs. Those people who started to assassinate beggars and flower girls were directly hit by this round of sudden attacks and immediately fell to the ground.
Those people didn’t have these besieged young people. They looked like a bunch of whitewater or didn’t put wonton in their mouth. His nose moved slightly. "Boss, I always feel that there seems to be something in your wonton …"
The owner of the wonton stall is a middle-aged man. He is not tall and ordinary. "The guests are joking. I have been setting up a stall here for 20 years. Where does anyone say that I will put something in this wonton? Is there any meat stuffing?"
Chapter one hundred and forty-nine Jicheng one day (in)
"Really?" Bai Lang sighed, "But boss, isn’t it the secret of your business for twenty years that there is a sword hidden in the wonton stall?" Whitewater doesn’t have any scruples. Anyway, he feels that there is no innate master in this place. That’s where it is difficult to ask.
"Guests will be like this. It’s rare to be confused. Villains also need to defend themselves-times are not peaceful." The middle-aged man is good-tempered. White waves swept his one eye and stopped talking, but this bowl of wonton didn’t eat white waves after all. He pulled out a few big money and put it on the table and then left.
"Add the material? I think it’s very possible that Bai Langxin felt something but didn’t do it. He felt that the city seemed to be unfriendly to outsiders? Otherwise, why would he specially give him a bowl of wonton that may be seasoned? Whitewater doesn’t look at how eye-catching he is-a big man is deliberately convergent, but he still has a temperament, especially that face is absolutely eye-catching. This kind of person looks like a martial arts expert horizontally and vertically.
Then it’s possible to avoid accidents and knock down such a master, isn’t it?
Some of those "people" suddenly attacked again, and this time the goal was that those young people were just "companions" with themselves, and two of the assassins who were knocked down suddenly got up from the ground and launched an attack at the same time.
The boss of the wonton stall looked at the white waves and frowned because he felt that if he stepped out of the lane, the boss seemed to want to start work. This makes Whitewater very curious. Maybe this bowl of boss is really insurance? Commander in chief? Anyway, today’s play is really interesting.
But in the blink of an eye, half of the young people have fallen to the ground, but there are still two people fighting-I’m afraid this is the best martial arts among them, two with a sword and one with bare hands.
After being suddenly attacked, these two young people’s flying skills are also excellent. When they flash around, they will attack with one sword and one finger, which can already drive the phantom of vigorous qi. "Is it not far from birth?" Whitewater secretly thought.
The two young men quickly occupied the wind, and Whitewater finally shook his head and stepped out of the alley. Then he felt the sharp shock wave behind Whitewater, half turned around, and the shock wave in front of him was as cold as moonlight. The middle-aged swordsmanship didn’t match his appearance at all.
"Actually, the killer directly proved that this place is worthless!" Whitewater single-handed claw directly at the sword light is a grasp of the golden bell, and the force flow directly turns the arm into a copper cast iron, and when the fingers close, the sword is held in the palm.
Although this middle-aged man’s swordsmanship is very good, it is a natural transformation, but he is not a congenital master and Whitewater is-the Whitewater eyesight and Qi Qi machine directly lock his real sword and thrust him out with a firm but gentle shock wave, all of which Wan Chuan returned to the sea and pinched his palm.
"predecessors!" The middle-aged man really didn’t want to face it and just shouted it out, but his fist was getting bigger and bigger at the moment, and he didn’t know anything after he got dark at the moment.
Whitewater punched the middle-aged man’s head with blood and brains. "What generation before? Don’t beep when you start work. "Whitewater turned and walked in the street to fight. He didn’t get involved at all. It was nothing more than gang assassination and betrayal, and he did see a knife light like a waterfall and took the sword and a finger.
White waves and a cold hum played against each other. If the two sides were struck by lightning, they were directly impacted by the innate master’s momentum. Then they quickly chose a direction and ran away "anticlimactic!" Whitewater said 1, while he continued to give ShiRan ready to find a place to stay.
If you want to be a small landlord in Jicheng, you need money-is Whitewater rich? Yecheng has a little money for his class, and he really has a lot of bills of exchange in his hand-it’s really troublesome because many ticket offices are local and want to come to Jicheng with Yecheng money, so you can either carry it yourself or exchange it honestly.
It’s a foolish choice to exchange money at a discount and take the gold and silver road-Whitewater doesn’t want to walk with hundreds of pounds of gold, even by boat, and he gradually converts the Yecheng draft into the drafts of the big cities on the way and then into the drafts of the Jicheng bank-he has lost more than half of his money in the process …
"How can congenital masters lack money?" The idea of whitewater is normal. Even if he is put into the official position, there must be a home and the salary will never be less-the innate master is too little and too much. Whitewater really wanted to learn written martial arts to sell the imperial family, just to confirm that the world treats the innate master, and to control it.
"ooh Sure enough, there is a congenital master! " Going far away, Whitewater noticed that there were some new smells in the original place. "It’s worthy that Wang Du’s innate master will become Chinese cabbage sooner or later. You can’t get it without the roots of innate master."
Although I told Mu Ronghua and others early in the morning that he would go to the capital of the Great Swallow, when will he arrive? When he arrives, his teammates will still talk about a castle in the middle. Optimistically, it is estimated that he will stay here for at least a few months before he can get in touch with his teammates-his teammates are well-known and can’t just run out like him.
"Maybe you can get some martial arts here?" There is a room in Bailang Inn. "But it’s so expensive. It’s not easy to live in Chang ‘an." The price of an ordinary room is more expensive than that of Yecheng’s room. Bailang counted the money in his pocket and seemed to be able to afford a small room in the neighborhood.
"It’s not convenient to go to the dentist later. It’s always inconvenient to stay in an inn … but we have to leave money for dinner. Forget it. Go to the dentist." Whitewater decided
Now he’s going out for a walk. Maybe there will be some adventures. Will this Ji Cheng Bureau sell martial arts cheats? Will martial arts be taught in the martial arts school here-if you give money, you will have to see that.
Walking out of the door and wandering in the bustling city of Bailang, he walked until he came to the real city wall, where there were towering and huge gates, and people came and went. It seems that the gatekeepers and soldiers collected taxes from businessmen who brought goods and carriages into the door, and did not collect money from ordinary people at all
When whitewater walked over, those soldiers were still straight, and there was quite a respectful sample. "What is this? Is my innate master’s momentum revealed? " Whitewater touched his face, and he was more willing to believe that he was handsome. It wasn’t long before he entered the city that he saw a sea of people around Langfang. "What is it? What happened? " Whitewater also squeezed through to see.
Chapter one hundred and fifty Jicheng one day ()
White waves are tall and strong, and they are forced to squeeze in. Of course, everyone will curse. However, when I look at this person, I shrink my eggs and squeeze in. It turns out that it is a big house with lanterns, couplets and colored silk flowers. "Golden knife door?" Whitewater looked at the plaque of the mansion and questioned it.
"Today, the Golden Knife Gate Park Head’s 50th birthday banquet hosted all the folks." There will always be enthusiastic people in this world who immediately explained "Everyone is waiting in line?" Whitewater said, "rice, count me in!" Line up! Line up! Don’t cut in line! "
Many people glare, but they dare to be angry after seeing Bai Lang’s physique, but they dare not talk about Bai Lang’s ignorance. It’s a fart to have a meal.
Along the way, he also asked the enthusiastic people about this, and invited the enthusiastic people to come to him. "Oh, oh, oh, so the Golden Knife Gate is a card face, and there is a good name of’ once upon a time in america’? This Park Xiang Park Gate Master is really awesome! Is it really a congenital master or’ this’ in Jiyu City? "
Eating people and being soft-spoken, the warm-hearted man is going to blow the master of Piaoxiang Park to the sky. Give a thumbs up to indicate that the master of Piao Gate is "this". Of course, people behind him have heard of it, even if the master of Piao Gate is a congenital master, but if he is "this", he can’t recognize it himself. It’s hard to say whether he can rank among the top 20 masters in thistle city.
However, today, people celebrate their birthday and are born at the age of 50. Of course, it is the sedan chair that lifts people. Whitewater also gives a thumbs up. "It really is this!" He went on talking with enthusiastic people.
Then he touched the "details" of the Golden Knife Gate clearly.
The four masters of Golden Knife Gate are innate masters and have excellent feelings. once upon a time in america, the head of the elder brothers, Park Xiang, the second brother, Renyishuang, and Feng Chun, the third brother, are kind and righteous. Finally, there is a younger brother, Grandpa Four, who gives up his life for righteousness.
There are quite a few industries in the whole city, and this golden knife gate can be called daily progress-a golden knife a day is absolutely no problem. "Where does this golden knife gate make a fortune?" Whitewater also asked 1, and then got the information that it is definitely a township xian to pack prostitutes and gamble to calm down the ground disputes.
This water mat has covered the Golden Knife Gate tinker, and the neighboring courtyard has also been occupied, but the money is generous, so everyone has nothing to complain about. People can kowtow or shout "Happy birthday to Master Park!" You can go to a seat and have a set meal-you can still spare a bowl of wine when you are full of meat, vegetables, soup and rice.
This is all for the neighbors to sit in the Wulin colleagues, that is, to take another door to eat, and the noodles are also very different. However, Bai Lang would rather mix with the neighbors here and never thought of going to the other side, and soon he will be discharged to Bai Lang. He just stepped into the door-the neighbors gave Piaoxiang a birthday, which is the root of not seeing him. Just go to the front hall and shout and kowtow.
As soon as Whitewater stepped into the gate, a man flashed out and looked at Whitewater carefully. "This way, this strong man, please!" He said after watching the whitewater and made a leading gesture "Wow! See that I’m pregnant with martial arts? Moreover, I should take me to the back. "Whitewater also knows this situation. He touched his face again." Sure enough, being handsome means having a card face! "
Bai Lang is a congenital master, and the golden bell is not brilliant and famous, but he can still suppress his breath. Others didn’t recognize him as a congenital master when he walked all the way. After seeing a mature man sitting in a plush chair from a distance, Bai Lang also said with his fist, "I wish Park Gate a long life!"
He didn’t have any birthday present, and soon a real master came-there was a door at the door shouting, "Stop drinking for a hundred miles, Master Du!" So this Piaoxiang got up with a fuels, which was regarded as a gift to Whitewater, and he quickly went out to meet him. Whitewater was taken to the side of the fairy table, and all the young Wulin people were listening to them, which should be brought by the elders.
Those young Wulin sect Wulin people eat and drink here, and all of them are famous Wulin masters. White Wave doesn’t care about this. He doesn’t know that eating and drinking are very rich, and drinks are naturally casual. It’s much happier to chat with young people around than to sit with a group of middle-aged people inside.
After eating, drinking and drinking, it was almost west of the sky when a little girl rushed to the hall outside the door and shouted "Grandpa!" It seems that it is also a birthday Piaoxiang granddaughter. "This little girl is only a teenager. It is a little beauty embryo." Whitewater glanced at it and thought.
Outside his family, the guests can’t see it, but Bai Lang can’t see it, but Qi Qi can know how many masters Park Xiang-ren is a loyal man in his thirties, and his other disciples are also honest and worthy of their nicknames.