Countless people, they all want to immigrate to Datang from that overseas province of Datang.

As soon as Tang Zhangwei woke up, those who wanted to enter the Tang Dynasty, especially those who wanted to come to the Tang Dynasty Yingzhou City, their number began to be terrifying. In the past, that Tang Zhangwei had never felt that the household registration of this Yingzhou City was a very valuable resource, but now, the household registration of this Yingzhou City has become very precious.

In that Yingzhou City, the native of the Tang Dynasty, there are countless hateful people, they used to appear on the streets of that Yingzhou City, and people didn't even want to look at them more, but now these people are very good, they are even better than the people who work hard. These people stood in front of those who were willing to contribute to the local city of Yingzhou in the Tang Dynasty, and they were all very good.

When Yingzhou City became full because of the large number of immigrants from the overseas provinces of Datang, that Tang Zhangwei felt a little unaccustomed.

After all, in the depths of Tang Zhangwei's heart, he still hopes that he can make that Yingzhou City decent, instead of letting those who are immoral and incompetent ostracize those who eat Ahua like now.

In fact, those natives who stayed in Yingzhou City in the Tang Dynasty, although there are some people who are very talented, but there are also some fools, these people have no ability at all, these people just because they are from Yingzhou City, they have rejected people outside, and viciously speculated.

These people have never put the future of the Tang Dynasty's Yingzhou City in their eyes, in fact, the Tang Dynasty's Yingzhou City needs outside blood.

In the garden of the General's Mansion in Yingzhou City of the Tang Dynasty, Tang Zhangwei saw a gray magpie, but there were indeed many mosquitoes here.

After that Tang Zhangwei was bitten by mosquitoes, he had to return to his home, and he was much safer in the screen window. After all, here, those servants often burned those wormwoods, and they used them to drive away those mosquitoes.

There, that Tang Zhangwei felt depressed and nauseous, because although Tang Zhangwei liked the aroma of wormwood, those mosquitoes, and what was happening in Yingzhou City, were just the opposite of what Tang Zhangwei had imagined when he started the incident, so that Tang Zhangwei felt impatient and painful.

Fei Xuechun likes this situation, after all, when a large number of people flow into the city of Yingzhou, Fei Xuechun makes more money.

Fisher's hostel was full of tenants who had just moved in.

What a special posture, even with his hands behind his back, as if he was just looking at a chick without the slightest danger, looking at Bai Cunxiao.

But Bai Cunxiao felt that he was facing a desolate beast in an ancient secret realm. The momentum lurking under that easy-going posture was as sharp and dangerous as a sword, as if it could reveal the true face of great madness at any time, tearing all the enemies in front of him to pieces and swallowing them in one gulp.

Judging from the other party's actions just now, he has no chance of winning. The white film of light that covered him was not magic, but another force that was simpler, more direct, more violent, so more effective, and more indestructible. Even if he had that robe, a single blow to the body was still fatal. And this strength and the flesh become one, so that his every movement is beyond the extreme speed that the human body can reach.

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Bai Cunxiao slowly half-squatted down in a starting motion, his right foot was slightly outward, his left hand pressed the ground, and his right hand held the handle of the knife behind his back. Every muscle in his body was building up strength as he made this movement, and then tensed, exploding with a single trigger. His eyes were fixed on the ground, and all his mind and attention were focused on the opponent in front of him.

One hit. All the chances are only on one hit.

Indeed experiencing the threat of death, the primal fighting spirit and killing intent in the deepest part of Bai Cunxiao's heart began to permeate, as if there had always been a beast sleeping there, and once it was touched, it would be awakened, and then it began to gallop wildly in the body. The clarity of meditation still envelops the mind, and the primal desire that is awakened by this awakening becomes a cold, sharp, but still burning fighting spirit.

Looking at the opponent in front of him who was hunched down like a leopard, Hu Huangniu's original expression, which was as motionless as a sculpture, actually fluctuated a little. His thin lips stretched a little to the side, then curved up slightly, a little smile that made him look alive. White light began to shine through his entire body.

Neither of them moved in the slightest. The air inside seemed to freeze, leaching out the dreary dreary air of the sea before the storm. The city lord of Huo Zibo, who was standing by the door, slowly withdrew from the stone house. He didn't want to interfere, and he believed he didn't need to.

All that was left in the room was the sound of the two of them breathing, chasing each other in a strange rhythm.

When Bai Cunxiao's inhalation peak caught up with the trough of Hu Niu's exhalation, he suddenly burst out, and all the strength that had been accumulated for a long time burst out from this jumping action, and rushed forward like a leopard, the power of the muscles in his feet and waist was superimposed all the way to his wrist, and the knife on his back turned into a jet-black electric light and slashed towards Hu Huang Niu standing in front of him.

The flame in Hu Huangniu's eyes suddenly became smaller, weaker, as if he had lost enough fuel.

He could see that the power and speed of the knife were good, but he also felt that it was boring.

The strength and body movements of the knife striker are impeccable, but there is not the slightest spirit and fighting spirit in it, and it is just a simple use of strength. This is not the kind of attack that condenses life and soul in a life-and-death struggle, but it is just an action that is no different from chopping wood.

Hu was disappointed, and when he first saw his opponent's beast-like reactions and movements, he was still excited, thinking that this must be a very enjoyable fight. He reached out his right hand and grabbed the blade as easily as he walked by grabbing the fallen leaves in front of him, and his left hand clenched into a fist with a little contempt and disappointment rage.

But he immediately noticed that his right hand was light and his left hand was heavy.

The blade felt very light in the hand, not only did it lack spirit and fighting spirit, but it also seemed that it had completely lost its strength and speed.

The knife is light because the person holding the knife did not hold the knife at all, and had already let go of the knife when it was about to be caught. All the strength is reserved to withstand the punch that comes from the chest.

One hand was pressed against the fist, but even all the strength that had been prepared did not weaken the castration of the fist in the slightest, and the hand was struck to the chest with it, and the shape of the hand was concave along with the chest.

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