When he crossed over for the first time, Song Mingjing was in his sleep, and he was confused from the real world to the world of Fang Mu's detectives, and he didn't have time to have extra feelings.

Strictly speaking, from the world of Fang Mu's detective to the world of the Adventure King, it was his first time in the true sense.

But even after having had an experience and crossed again, Song Mingjing still felt a shock from the depths of his soul, this kind of transcendence of time and space, from the finite step to the infinite, the magnificence is incomparable, by no means any language in the world can describe.

Song Mingjing felt as if he was in the middle of time and space, and his ears seemed to be flowing in the long river of time and space, covering the past and the future.

The mysterious little square box appeared again, and the words on the box jumped sharply, and Song Mingjing only saw the young man Bao Qingtian, the first in the world, the secret of Xuanxin, and the transformation of the silkworm...... One name flashed away quickly, and finally it was suddenly fixed as the young hero Fang Shiyu.

Immediately, the small square box shook slightly, turning into a small video, playing back one clip after another, and a singing voice sounded in Song Mingjing's ears: "On a sunny day, young people should cherish ......." ”

"I see, is this the version of Fang Shiyu?"

Song Mingjing nodded secretly.

Just talking about Fang Shiyu's words, he had no way of determining the world he was about to arrive, after all, there were many versions of Fang Shiyu.

Immediately, he frowned, because no matter which version of Fang Shiyu is, there is no doubt that its background is the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

Except for the late Qing Dynasty, the implementation of the shaving order was strictly supervised, such as Song Mingjing, once discovered, it would be wanted by the government to encircle and suppress it.

Without thinking too much, the cloth tore with a "snort", and Song Mingjing tore off a piece of clothing to cover his head.

Two or three minutes later, the singing suddenly stopped, the small video disappeared instantly, and with a muffled sound of "bang", Song Mingjing had a down-to-earth feeling, and immediately his eyes lit up, and bursts of noisy and lively sounds came into his ears.

Song Mingjing looked around for the first time, fortunately, his foothold was a remote alley, and at this time, the shouts of "rumbling" outside one after another seemed to be staging a wonderful show, hundreds of people shouted and cheered together, and no one would pay attention to him.

Song Mingjing didn't stop, jumped onto the wall, swept around, looked at a courtyard not far ahead, and flew away.

In the stone pavilion in the courtyard, there is a relatively rich middle-aged man pouring himself a drink, so comfortable, there are two maids standing on the left and right.

Song Mingjing fell into the courtyard, turned around and pounced into the stone pavilion, "poof" two soft sounds, knocked the two maids unconscious with a wave of his hand, and then reached out and pressed on the shoulders of the middle-aged man, and immediately made a crisp sound of "click".

The rich middle-aged man only felt that there was a huge force on his shoulder, and his bones were broken in pain, and he couldn't help but scream, but he heard a cold voice behind him: "Don't scream, dare to make a noise or die!" ”

The rich middle-aged soul was scattered, but he had seen some of the world, so he held back the sound in his throat, his body trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "Okay...... A good man spares his life, a good man spares his life! How much gold and silver do you want, just ask the good man not to hurt the ...... of his life. ”

"Shut up, I'll ask you a few questions, and you can just answer them!"

"Yes, yes, hero, excuse me!" The rich middle-aged man hurriedly said.

Song Mingjing asked, "What year is this?" Where is this again? ”

After a while, Song Mingjing slapped his backhand on the back of the rich middle-aged man's head, slapping him to death.

He's got the answer he wants.

Now it is the twenty-fifth year of Qianlong, which can be called the peak of the strength of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but this time he crossed directly to Hangzhou City.

Then Song Mingjing stole a piece of clothes from this mansion and changed them, rubbed the previous clothes casually, and shattered them into countless pieces.

Soon, he knew what was going on in the alley before, but he saw that the crowd of people gathered in the open area dozens of feet away, and the noise was extremely lively.

In the center of the crowd, there is a ring nearly two feet high, a big man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist stands on the stage with his arms crossed, arrogantly looking down at the people in the audience, and there is a couplet hanging on his left and right, which reads: Punch Guangdong Province, kick Suzhou and Hangzhou Prefecture.

There are also many martial arts practitioners in the crowd under the ring, and they are all angry when they see such an arrogant couplet, but they seem to be afraid of the strong men on the stage and dare not go up to fight.

The strong man's eyes rolled, and he laughed arrogantly: "A group of rats, they only dare to chew their tongues below, and those who have the ability will come to the stage to fight with Lei Mou." ”

The crowd below was silent, and then I saw a man in red coming out of the crowd, and said sharply: "Thunder Tiger, don't be too rampant, whether it is Guangdong or Suzhou and Hangzhou, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers, masters are like clouds, you Thunder Tiger is so unsightly, be careful to provoke those martial arts celebrities, and your life is not guaranteed!" ”

"Hahaha!" Lei Laohu laughed again and said disdainfully: "Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger? I think it's all a group of soft little loaches, who dare to come forward and sign a life and death certificate, come to the stage to compete with Lei, and if they don't dare, get out! ”

"Good!" The man in red was furious, pointed his thumb at himself, and shouted: "Lei Laohu, let me Guangdong Li Fengxian teach you a lesson." ”

As soon as the words fell, he let out a loud roar in his throat, clenched his fists with both hands, and took a few steps to climb the stairs, jumped into the ring, and slammed into the thunder tiger.

It's just that although he has courage, his skills are far from Lei Laohu, and after only a few rounds of fighting, he was hit by Lei Laohu's heavy handprint in his heart, and he fell out of the ring on the spot, coughing up a mouthful of blood, staring at Lei Laohu with his eyes, and his neck was crooked.

"Dead again!"

"Alas! Li Fengxian is still too impulsive! Is Thunder Tiger easy to deal with? ”

"It's been three days since Lei Laohu put down the ring, and Li Fengxian has already had five lives planted in his hands, can we just watch him show off his might?"

There was a commotion in the crowd watching the battle below, and shouts of surprise rang out from all directions.

"The dead are the ones they brought on themselves!" Lei Laohu snorted coldly, a puff of white gas erupted from his nostrils, and he said hesitantly: "I, Lei Laohu, set up the ring here, the purpose is to challenge Fang Shiyu's kid, but that kid made a shrunken turtle, but you voluntarily came up to die, if you want to complain, complain about Fang Shiyu!" ”

As he spoke, Lei Laohu let out another burst of unbridled laughter, and at this moment, a loud voice came: "Who said that my Shiyu didn't dare to come?" ”

Hearing this voice, the crowd "boomed" into an uproar, and when I looked back, I saw three young men about 20 years old striding forward, one of them dressed in white, with a handsome face, carrying a coffin in one hand.

"Punch the tiger's cheap bones, kick the sick cat's stinky ass!" The young man in white raised his voice and strode forward, and the crowd retreated one after another to open a road for them to pass.

"Lei Laohu, this coffin is a gift from our Shiyu to you, take it!"

When he walked to the ring, the young man in white threw it upward, and the coffin flew into the ring with a "whoosh", and then his figure jumped up, and the two young men on the left and right also pushed under the soles of his two feet, Fang Shiyu didn't take the stairs, and directly swept onto the ring nearly two feet high.

The crowd below suddenly erupted in applause and cheers!

At this time, Song Mingjing was sitting by the window on the second floor of a nearby restaurant, asking for a table of wine and food, and watched this scene with great interest.