There's an old saying that says well.

Crazy boy doesn't use brains, and he has been a crazy boy all his life.

Many Jianghu sects are not very different from the underworld that fights and fights in essence.

Especially Yijianglou, a sect that started from a few masters at the beginning, and then played out little by little to occupy a territory.

Although it is also a sect.

But the rules and regulations and sect style inside are basically close to the underworld forces.

To put it bluntly, all positions are competitive, whoever is ruthless, who has a big backing, and who dares to fight, will be able to get more martial arts training resources.

The sect accepts both disciples and thugs.

And this Young Master Xu is a well-known figure among the younger generation in Yijiang Tower.

Now, Yijianglou wants to choose the master brother of the new young generation.

His competitors are two people who are stronger than him.

If you want to win the contest in a few days, you have to find a way to deal with the other two candidates.

And Fang Xing, as a person who came to worship the mountain, was the best person to be impeccable.

During the critical period of selecting the senior brother, the two candidates naturally took the initiative to stand up and increase the prestige of the sect in the face of the people who came to worship the mountain.

With the strength of Fang Xing, victory is easy.

The two of them are injured, and in two days Nabi will naturally lose.

If he wasn't injured, he would have lost face, and some people disobeyed them when choosing a senior brother.

Xu Gongzi is now lying on the ground and rolling, intermittently explaining the truth of the matter while rolling.

"That's it...... That's it! ”

"I just wanted to borrow your hand to hurt them!"

"Fang Shaoxia!"

"Spare me!"

"Please spare me!"

Looking at Xu Gongzi, who was tormented by the internal force of the Phaseless Divine Skill, Fang Xing nodded.

This kid has an eye, but his martial arts are really bad, and now he has seven grades.

His internal strength only slightly supported the meridians in his body, and he had an expression of wanting to die or live.

Seriously.

Fang Xing didn't want to do it directly.

But this Xu Gongzi actually pretended to be forced in front of his eyes, saying that this was an opportunity for Fang Xing to befriend him, and he must seize it.

So Fang Xing grasped him.

"If you want me to go, you can."

Fang Xing took a sip of tea unhurriedly:

"I want to see all the martial arts you can get in Yijianglou!"

Xu Gongzi nodded frantically, his expression already distorted to drooling.

As the son of the elder in charge of money and food in the door, it was very easy for him to touch anything.

For example, the rewards that some low-level disciples have earned for months have always been readily available to him.

Even martial arts are the same.

Because the sect's internal Gong elders are addicted to gambling, all the money owed is paid by Xu Gongzi and his father.

So Xu Gongzi wants to watch martial arts, but he is just selling his face.

Fang Xing withdrew part of the internal force of the Phaseless Divine Skill in Xu Gongzi's body, and continued to sit at the table to eat.

Before getting all the rewards, half of Xu Gongzi's life was in his own hands.

Xu Gongzi was lying on the ground.

It took a long time before I got up.

He bowed to Fang Xing before leaving silently.

Xu Gongzi, who was rarely hit, seemed to finally understand.

Why did his father repeatedly educate him that people without strength can't afford to play scheming.

Even if you have the ability to dial thousands of pounds in four taels, those four taels must be a scale made of fine iron.

Now.

This sentence, even if Xu Gongzi is going to die, he will not forget it.

Because of this failure, it almost killed him forever.

Other than that.

Regarding Yijianglou's martial arts, Fang Xing actually didn't have much hope.

A low-end Jianghu sect, the highest is only a few four-grade masters, how many good martial arts can be kept? .

Fang Xing's purpose was just to understand the gap between here and the Three Peerless Sects, and by the way, to know the movement moves and fighting methods of different martial arts.

"It's also a sleepy pillow."

"Just go for a walk and try what the process is like to worship the mountain."

An hour passed quickly.

The guy from the inn came over to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

The big guy came over with more than a dozen beautiful girls and began to bathe the horses with a brush and a bucket.

This horse is broken!

Take a left lick and a right lick!

The clothes on the girls who lick are wet!

Fang Xing looked at it, casually said, "Don't make trouble for too long", and left the small courtyard and walked onto the street of Chaojiang City.

I don't know how many people there are in this city.

The shops on the street are one by one, and you can meet the sellers who pick up the goods after walking a few steps, and there are many people setting up stalls at the mouth of the alley, and all shoes, socks, vegetables, and fruits are sold.

Some clothing stores have signs in front of them, only women are allowed to enter, and even the guys at the door are women.

Horse-drawn carts came and went through the streets, and in addition to pickled seafood, there were also deerskin and fox skins bought from other places.

The more expensive the goods, the greater the demand here.

There are also people selling artemisia water on the side of the road, saying that it is sprinkled on the body and fragrant, and it can also repel mosquitoes.

There were also food delivery people in the taverns on both sides, carrying boxes and shouting and going out.

There is also quite a bit of liquor here.

Fang Xing looked at the past, what bayberry wine, green plum wine, apricot blossom wine, lotus brew, everything, from the variety point of view, there are no less than thirty or fifty kinds.

There are still auctions in the city, but they all open in January, and it's not yet time.

As for the martial arts hall, it is blooming everywhere, and many fifteen or sixteen children can be seen practicing martial arts together in the wide open door.

Further on, there are various teahouses, chess, storytellers, and music listeners.

When passing by the book teahouse, Fang Xing also deliberately went in to sit for a while.

[The law-abiding dynasty is depressed, and the strong beam sings every night. Riding horses and mules at the expense of others and benefiting oneself, starving with integrity and fairness. 】

[Repair bridges and repair roads, blind eyes, murder and arson. I went to the West Heaven and asked me about the Buddha, and the Buddha said——— I have no problem! 】

I drank a bowl of tea and listened to a book.

Fang Xing turned around and returned to the inn.

When he returned, he sat in the courtyard and said nothing.

Wait until it gets dark.

The ghost boss then moved the car to Fang Xing's side and came out to chat with Fang Xing.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"What are you doing when you go out and come back?"

"Are you out of the house?"

Fang Xing: ............

"I-"

"I'm thinking about it seriously, you ask me if I have kidney deficiency?"

The ghost boss shook his head very seriously:

"Boss."

"Virtuality is not a problem."

"I want to ask, did you go out to Park?"

"Can you find a way to take me next time?"

"Of course, you also know that I am a serious ghost, I am just curious about how bad the remnants of the ancient feudal system are, and I will understand it with a critical eye."

Fang Xing glanced at the ghost boss.

"What do you think?"

"Can you get away from this car?"

The ghost boss suddenly laughed obscenely:

"We can't do without, but boss, you can bring someone up."

"Sports cars can shake, horse-drawn carriages can shake ......"

Fang Xing:

“……”

"Fuck off!!"

"You're treating me as an actor, aren't you!!"

(End of chapter)