Purple Green Town. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Jiang Wangyue came down from Ziyang Mountain and entered this town, he changed into an ancient costume and used hair enhancement potions to make his hair grow rapidly.

Everything is no different from the ancients.

Ziyang Mountain is the companion mountain of Ziqing Mountain, which is only separated by less than ten miles.

In the town, Jiang Wangyue listened to the dialects of various accents, and his face was confused, it turned out that the language he got from the old man turned out to be one of the dialects of this world.

No wonder the old man looked happy.

He spoke the dialect of the old man's hometown.

When he was a teenager, he fled from the other side of the mountain to Ziqing Town, and since then, he has never been out of Ziqing Town in his life, and Ziqing Town is a small place with a back to the mountains and isolated from the world, and few outsiders come here.

This time, because of a secret treasure of martial arts.

It attracted a large number of warriors to come here.

Warriors from all over the world gathered together and said their own words.

Jiang Wangyue casually grabbed a teenage beggar and reproduced his language with an untraced ball.

"What are you doing, I'm a disciple of the Beggar Gang, believe it or not, I let my senior brother beat you and cry"

The little beggar's body was weak and his whole body was weak.

The strength of his whole body was blocked by Jiang Wangyue, and he couldn't stand steadily.

"Cut, little brat, what is it called a beggar to be rich"

Jiang Wangyue found that under the beggar suit of this little beggar was a gold openwork robe, which was an inner armor made of a strong metal substance made of wire drawing.

Exceptional value.

Even if Jiang Wangyue used a fireworks knife, he couldn't smash it with a knife, although he just touched it, but Jiang Wangyue already knew the details of this thing, not to mention anything else, this bit of insight was still there.

"Let go of me!"

The little beggar shouted at the top of his voice, his body writhing, his eyes rolling in the hope that someone would spot them.

Syllable!

Jiang Wangyue slapped him unconscious, stripped him of the gold shirt on his body, and put it on himself.

"It's a waste to wear this with your little strength!"

Jiang Wangyue patted her clothes and was very satisfied.

The body suddenly blurred and disappeared in place.

"Who is he?"

Just as Jiang Wangyue disappeared, an old beggar appeared in the alley and looked at Jiang Wangyue's disappearing back with a shocked expression.

The old beggar is one of the three major gangs of the Xia Dynasty, and the elder of the beggar gang, Li Shixing, is a martial artist in the Yuanshui Realm, and his strength ranks among the top martial artists in the rivers and lakes.

Ranked 203 on the land list!

"Without any cultivation, I can't feel a trace of true qi, but there is such a terrifying speed, could it be that his cultivation has surpassed mine, which old monster has rejuvenated?"

Li Shixing pondered.

He was very cautious, he just watched from a distance just now, and did not come forward, firstly, for fear that the little beggar would be injured, and secondly, he could not see through Jiang Wangyue.

……

Ziqing Town Inn.

It is full of people from the rivers and lakes, and the big and small tables are put together, talking loudly and drinking a lot.

"What? monks are eunuchs?"

A loud voice echoed in the inn, and in an instant, the entire inn was silent, so he looked at the shouting boy with horrified eyes.

Suddenly, there was an uproar at the inn.

Everyone grabbed their weapons and rushed out of the gate without looking back, their faces pale.

"Crazy, you're such a madman!"

A handsome boy dressed in a fancy costume and shaking a fan trembled and pointed at Jiang Wangyue with a fan, and as soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the long sword on the table and ran away.

"Hey, you're not done yet, why are they eunuchs?"

Jiang Wangyue asked from behind.

"Bang!"

Without waiting for the young man in the costume to answer, he flew back upside down, and his mouth opened to reveal a large mouthful of blood.

Without saying a word, the young man in the costume knelt down directly, stretched out his hand, and slammed it into his mouth.

"Master spare his life, the villain deserves to die, the villain deserves to die! It's him, it's all his fault, the words are what he shouted, it's none of my business......"

Brother Childe kept explaining.

Yikes!

A cold light flashed, and a head with a frightened face and swollen cheeks flew up and landed at Jiang Wangyue's feet, looking at him with a hateful and resentful expression.

"I don't like the look in your eyes!"

Jiang Wangyue smiled slightly.

Kick the head next to your foot into a pulp.

"What you just shouted?"

A bald fat man with a meaty face asked, holding a blood-dripping ring knife in his hand, in a word, full of the smell of blood.

looks like a masculine image, but the voice is like a tactful mezzo-soprano, full of a sense of disobedience.

When Jiang Wangyue stepped on his head, his pupils also contracted.

In my heart, I was afraid of the young man in front of me, who didn't look very old.

In today's Xia Dynasty, no one knows that the monks of Futu Temple are all rootless people.

He dared to shout in front of the public.

Except that the madman is something to rely on.

Pity the son who died tragically, he thought that Jiang Wangyue was just an ordinary person who was curious about the martial arts rivers and lakes, and blew at Jiang Wangyue.

Unexpectedly, it was okay not to blow it, but as soon as it was blown, something happened and he died.

"Why don't you save him?"

The monk asked.

He was testing what Jiang Wangyue's origin was.

"Save him, why save him"

Jiang Wangyue asked with a smile.

"He died because of you!"

The monk sneered.

"I know, so, I will avenge him, revenge!"

The last three words.

Jiang Wangyue had already appeared outside the door.

On the spot, the fat monk knelt on the ground, his head rolled to the ground, just like the boy he killed, and at the same time, his ring knife penetrated his body, supporting him, kneeling on the ground and not falling to the ground.

The martial arts in the world are unbreakable, only fast and unbreakable!

When the speed is fast to the limit, the reaction cannot keep up.

There is only one dead end!

Sometimes, you have to be more direct.