In addition to complaining, Zhao Chen was also quite surprised by the strength shown by the two martial arts masters in the field.

You must know that whether it is the strange flexibility displayed by the "Yellow Shirt Gunner", or the cheap master's ability to cross a distance of more than ten meters in an instant, and the way to dodge bullets, it is not something that ordinary people can do......

Their performance is already comparable to the "wonder man" in the anti-Japanese war drama! While Zhao Chen sighed, a trace of doubt arose in his heart, that is: Isn't it a foul to use the revolver? Can I still use a firearm in a joust?

He thought for a while, looked at the burly Senior Brother Feng beside him, and considering the polite posture of the other party when he led him into the east wing just now, he asked tentatively: "Senior brother, you can use the revolver when you compete...... Wheel-firebolt? ”

Seeing the question, Feng Cang, who had been worried since Master Huang was shot, frowned, but perhaps because he knew that this junior disciple who had just started for two days did not know a lot of things, or maybe he wanted to relieve his nervousness, so he still replied:

"As a type of weapon, the firebolt can certainly be used in jousting. The powerful weapon itself is also part of the strength of the martial artist, if the firearm must be banned, then the rest of the hidden weapons, crossbow machines and the like should also be banned? Some sects are specialized in using these as their main means of attack......"

Speaking of this, he paused, as if he had regained some confidence, and continued, "Besides, junior brother, have you forgotten? Our master's specialty is a golden dart, which is also a hidden weapon! ”

I know this, Master Huang is the so-called "golden dart player" of "one dart shocking red gold"! This nickname sounds loud at first, but the so-called "Chijin" refers to the two towns and one township around Chijin Mountain, Bingquan Town, Chijin Town and Jinwan Township, as well as more than a dozen subordinate villages...... Speaking of which, he is a country master......

Zhao Chen complained in his heart while sorting out the information about Master Huang Xianjun that had just appeared in his mind.

At this moment, Huang and Jia, who had experienced a brief confrontation in the middle of the courtyard, also flew towards each other and began to fight in close quarters.

Huang Xianjun's palm is wide open and close, and every move and style is full of strength; And Jia Zhengming, who is slender and slender, is like a loach, slipping without leaving his hands, always avoiding the opponent's fist when he can't make a move, but he has no power to fight back under the pressure of the opponent's fist.

It's not that the "Yellow Shirt Gunner" doesn't want to use the Runner Fire Gun anymore, but after three shots at close range before, there are only two bullets left in his gun, and when he is not very sure of hitting, he would rather trigger it than fire, so as to draw some of Master Huang's attention.

What's more, Huang Xianjun is old after all, and his shoulder has been hit hard, so it is more beneficial for Jia Zhengming to consume it like this.

As for the live reload? That is an act of looking for death in a competition at the same level!

And Zhao Chen's cheap master obviously realized this, so after the strength of his right palm failed again, the experienced old hall owner took advantage of the moment of staggering with the other party, suddenly raised his left arm that could not move due to the injury, and let his fingertips point at the opponent's throat.

Seeing this, the eyes of the "Yellow Shirt Warrior" suddenly turned into pale golden vertical pupils, and then the slender neck unbelievably shifted a few centimeters.

The next moment, a golden light that could barely be caught by the naked eye grazed his neck, heading straight for the courtyard wall to the south of the courtyard, making a small pit in the wall.

At the same time, Jia Zhengming finally seized the opportunity to activate the fire gun again, aiming at Huang Xianjun's head and heart and shooting the remaining two bullets in the wheel.

"Master!"

"Pavilion Master Huang!"

"Huang Lao!"

Seeing such a critical situation, the disciples and friends of the Huang Pavilion Master in the east wing exclaimed in unison, and even a few disciples with good skills had already flown up, ready to take Master Huang back.

At this critical moment, Huang Xianjun's hall master's ears moved slightly, and then regardless of his identity, he fell backwards one by one, and dodged two bullets fired at close range with an iron plate bridge and a donkey.

Syllable! Syllable!

Looking at the smoke and dust raised by the bullets on the white sand, Huang Xianjun, the pavilion master, wanted to regain his strength and strike again, but his body suddenly felt empty, and the meridians of his body were also in severe pain.

He raised his head and looked at the "yellow-shirted man" who calmly opened the wheel not far away and pressed the bullet into it, knowing that his bottom had been completely seen through by his opponent, and if he continued to entangle, he would only lose even worse, or even die, so he had to raise his hand and say loudly to several witnesses in the north:

"I throw in the towel!"

As his words fell, the Sand Snake Gang in the West Wing immediately cheered like "ghosts crying wolves", only Ye Liwang, the leader of the gang, stared at the "Golden Dartman" Huang Xianjun tightly while smiling, his eyes were full of ferocity.

The martial arts disciples in the east wing couldn't believe that the master would really lose, and after a while, they hung their heads in frustration.

Only Senior Brother Feng was still calm, picked up the gold sore medicine and bandages and ran to the place where the master fell to the ground in the center of the courtyard.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Chen glanced at the surrounding brothers who had already begun to think about each other due to the defeat of the Huang Pavilion Master, and combined with the information about the cheap master that had just emerged in his mind, he roughly deduced the reason and subsequent impact of this competition:

"According to the relevant memories of the original owner, Master Huang Xianjun of the Golden Dart Martial Arts Pavilion was originally the head of the Jianghu forces in the two towns and one township of Chijin Mountain, and was the host of the underground rules in this area, enjoying a high reputation.

"The leader of the 'Sand Snake Gang' is a defeated subordinate of Master Huang and has to abide by the rules he set, so he has lost many benefits and has always held a grudge.

"Therefore, he didn't know how to invite this 'Yellow Shirt Warrior', intending to rely on this person's force to compete to seize Master Huang's current position and re-establish the underground order.

"I just don't know why my cheap master agreed to the competition...... Well, either there was an agreement a long time ago, or someone grabbed something and had to fight.

"And now that the 'Golden Dart Ke' has lost, in the future, the rivers and lakes of the so-called two towns and one township of Bingquan, Chijin, and Jinwan will be the 'Sand Snake Gang'...... It's no wonder that Master Huang's apprentices have their own thoughts......

"But it should all be with me...... Well, it doesn't have much to do with the original owner...... According to the information I got from the little guy on the way to the front yard just now, I, the second son of a wealthy merchant in this town, have not had much to do with the people in the rivers and lakes. ”

After thinking for a while, Zhao Chen still had no clue about the murderer who killed the original owner, so he had to give up.

At this time, the "Golden Dart Guest" Huang Xianjun had simply bandaged the wound on his shoulder with the help of Senior Brother Feng, and he had also recovered some strength, so he arched his hand to Jia Zhengming, the "Yellow Shirt Warrior" not far away:

"Your Excellency is so skilled, you deserve to be a master of the 'Desert Flying Eagle'......

"Your Excellency should have cultivated your true qi and even refined your eyes, otherwise you would definitely not be able to escape my 'golden dart'......

"I just don't know why your Excellency has come to this remote town to embarrass an ordinary martial artist since he has become a monk?"

"Yellow-shirted gunsmith" Jia Zhengming didn't answer in a hurry, but put the revolver back into the holster on his waist first, and then shook his head as if two bullets were buckled upside down and said: "I owe the 'sand snake' a favor, and I have to come to ,......."

After a brief explanation, he changed his words, stared at the finger of Huang Xianjun's left hand and said, "What's more, you are not an ordinary martial artist!"

"If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid you used to be a monk in the mana realm, and the so-called 'golden dart' is one of your natal spells.

"However, the decay of that 'Golden Dart' spell to this extent means that your mana true element has been completely abolished, and you can only rely on your own qi and blood spirit to forcibly urge it...... But even so, some of the supernatural powers that the Mana Realm once possessed have also been retained, and ordinary True Qi Realm cultivators may not be your opponents.

"There was some luck in the fact that I was able to avoid it just now."

The two blew each other for a while according to the usual business, completely ignoring the fact that they had almost killed each other just now, and the sound was so loud that everyone around them could hear it.

Supernatural power...... Refining ...... Monk...... The martial arts of this world are really not so simple! Although the golden dart fired by the cheap master's left hand just now was not as powerful as the revolver, the shooting speed was far beyond that of ordinary bullets...... Is that a spell?

Zhao Chen really wanted to listen to them blow a few more words to each other, but unfortunately, these two masters of the martial arts competition had already entered the main hall with the rest of the "big shots" in the town to discuss the distribution of benefits.

Just when he felt regretful, the little guy Fengqu suddenly ran over and said breathlessly:

"Second Young Master, the master sent someone to spread the word, asking you not to stay in the martial arts hall today and go home early."

Master? That is, the father of my body? He's also there? While his thoughts were spinning rapidly, Zhao Chen asked quietly, "Master?" The lord is here too? ”

Fengqu glanced at his young master, and said in a strange tone: "Didn't the master just sit there?" ”

As he spoke, he gestured to the row of chairs in front of the main hall on the north side of the courtyard.

It turns out that my father is also one of the "big guys" in the town! No wonder that Senior Brother Feng took such good care of me...... Then, there may be one more person behind the scenes who killed "me...... Let "my" dad and "my" master break up?

It can't be a conspiracy of the "Sand Snake Gang", right?

When Zhao Chen was thinking wildly, he didn't notice that there was a young man with oily hair and a powdery face at the entrance of the martial arts hall, looking at him several times in disbelief, as if he was confirming something.

After a few moments, the man turned and left the martial arts hall, and ran towards the street east of Ice Spring Town, carrying the corner of his robe.

After walking through several alleys, he came to a house with a single courtyard, pushed the door open and walked in.

There is a middle-aged Taoist priest in the courtyard who is drying herbs, his person looks good, quite a bit of fairy wind bones, but he is blind in one eye, which somewhat destroys some of the image of Taoism.

At this moment, when the Taoist priest saw the young man coming in, he stroked his long hair and asked with a smile, "But it's done?" ”

"No, then Zhao Chen is still alive and well! Daoist Fang Xuzi, is your curse reliable? The oily-haired young man shouted angrily, "You are like this, don't expect my sister to get the thing that the old man of the Zhao family hidden." ”

"How so? In order to be able to cast the spell successfully, we have used Feng Shui Evil Qi to eliminate his Qi for several months in a row, and the process of raising the Dharma altar before me was also very smooth......" The Taoist priest named Fang Xuzi frowned when he heard this, and asked, "Can you see clearly, is he really fine?" ”

"I see it very clearly! Moreover, Zhao Chen also watched the competition between the Golden Dart Martial Arts Hall and the Sand Snake Gang, and many people can testify. The young man said dissatisfiedly, "Could it be that your curse spell is not good?" ”

"The effect of my spells is unquestionable...... Well, I suspect that there is something wrong with the spell medium you gave me before, maybe it wasn't Zhao Chen's belongings...... So, go and fetch an item that is sure to belong to him, and I'll raise the altar again tonight and cast another spell." Fang Xuzi pondered and gave a new plan.

"That's all there is to it." The young man hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded.

After the young man left, the Taoist priest sighed and thought to himself, "If it weren't for the great calamity that I suffered and lost all my mana, how could I have fallen to this point......

"The star god came into the world, and fate is impermanent!"

……

"Second Young Master, I heard that the master of the 'Yellow Shirt Warrior', the 'Desert Flying Eagle', Yan San, once exterminated a group of horse thieves entrenched near Halle with a single hand, and he likes to let the enemy guess if he still has bullets in his firecracker......"

"Second Young Master, I heard that Yan Sanxia is ranked third in the 'Seven Heroes of Monan', and the two sworn brothers above him are both masters of the mana realm."

"Second Young Master, I heard that there is a noble woman in the county town, and she will be personally received by the Li family's steward in the county town."

"Second young master, go this way, recently several families in the east of the town have lost their roosters inexplicably, and it is rumored that there is a 'chicken thief' who is active in that area......"

On the way back to the original owner's house, in order to find out more information, Zhao Chen had to endure the broken mouth "attack" of the original owner's servant.

Fortunately, there is always a reward for paying, and through a series of broken thoughts under the deliberate guidance of Fengqu, Zhao Chen roughly understood some basic information about the original owner of the body and his family.

"The original owner of the body also happens to be called Zhao Chen...... Oh, let's think it's just right...... His father, Zhao Song, was a well-known wine merchant and local tyrant in Bingquan Town and even near Chijin Mountain, and monopolized all the winemaking business in the two towns and one township.

Zhao Chen is fourteen years old, the second in the family, with a crowned brother above, a younger sister under the age of 3 and a newborn brother below.

But the younger siblings were born to his father's stepwife, and Zhao Chen and the eldest brother's biological mother had died of illness......

"Zhao Chen's stepmother, the Li family, is the concubine of the town guard of Bingquan Town, and the town guard is the son of the side branch of the Li family of the county king...... It was also because of this relationship that the original owner's father, Zhao Song, was able to monopolize the trade routes near Chijin Mountain...... No wonder he can be a 'big man' to witness the competition.

"So, according to the routine of general novels, will it be this stepmother who secretly kills the original owner?

"But it doesn't make sense, even if it's important, it should be my cheap big brother first...... Could it be that the eldest brother has already been killed? ”

While Zhao Chen was thinking about the little folk music perfunctorily, the two of them had already come to a mansion that was many times more magnificent than the Golden Dart Martial Arts Pavilion.

Under the guidance of the little maid, the two did not go through the main gate, but entered through the corner gate, passed through the two courtyards, and walked into a small single-family building.

As soon as he entered the main hall, Zhao Chen's brows were furrowed, although the decoration here was gorgeous, and all kinds of precious furniture and utensils were complete, but how awkward was the layout......

"Even with my superficial knowledge of Feng Shui, I can see several things that are wrong, not to mention ......"

After his gaze followed his footsteps around the room, Zhao Chen's gaze locked on the mirror facing the door in the bedroom.

The layout here is the same as his room in the martial arts hall, with a full-length mirror placed in front of the bedroom door!

Could it be that the mastermind behind the scenes wants to use the Feng Shui Bureau to kill me? Well, in my original world, Feng Shui may not be that effective, but in this world it may not be ...... Thinking of this, Zhao Chen wanted to ask about Fengqu, but swallowed back when the words came out.

He is not sure that the original owner's little servant is trustworthy now, and if he asks this rashly, he is likely to startle the snake.

Next, after sending away the wind song and a few maids who wanted to come up to offer their courtesy, Zhao Chen finally got an environment to be alone, and he exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his mood relaxed a lot.

It's tiring to act like this when you don't know anything, but you still have to get the memory of the original owner as soon as possible!

What is now certain is that the murderer of the original owner did not dare to commit murder in public, and could only use assassination, but his method of killing is still unknown......

Heh, I'm so actively planning to replace the original owner, am I accepting the matter of "crossing" a little too quickly?

But I really didn't miss the original world much, and from the very beginning, I had the attitude of being at ease...... Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I've always had a global travel adventure before? After all, this time it only went a little further......

What's more, I don't have any relatives to tie into, and those buddies who have a good relationship can't live without me.

After laughing at himself for a few words, Zhao Chen, who was chewing on the word "crossing", suddenly remembered the golden light that brought him into this world in his dream, and hurriedly said to himself tentatively:

"Goldfinger? System? Grandpa?

"Are you there?"

However, there was silence all around, and there was no reaction.

Zhao Chen reluctantly muttered a few more words, but he still had any gains, and then muttered:

"No, how can you not have any 'benefits' as a traverser? It's not logical. ”

In his thinking, the successful traverser must be relied on, otherwise how can he be unscathed when he travels through the world?

Or there are treasures by your side, or you have great power and secret help, or you have amazing luck, you have to occupy one.

Just when he was frustrated and wanted to give up, a violent dizziness rushed to his head.

This dizziness came quickly and urgently, and it was extremely abrupt!

"This ...... It seems that the original owner had similar feelings before he died......"

As soon as this thought flashed through Zhao Chen's mind, he suddenly lost consciousness.

It was as if he had been swept into the boundless darkness, and when he woke up again, he was already in a palace that seemed to be resplendent but ethereal.

It is said to be resplendent because the floor, walls, seats, and bookcases are all made of gold leaf, and the lines on it seem to contain all kinds of mysteries, constantly intertwined and evolving, and you can see that it is extremely extraordinary at a glance.

And it is said that it is ethereal, because Zhao Chen can only see the scenery between the seat and the book case half a meter away, but the rest is covered by fog, and it is not real, and he can only roughly see the outline of a palace.

There is a gold seal, a jade book, and a red pen on the bookcase.

Zhao Chen, who was sitting on the seat, first fell on the golden seal, and felt something faintly in his heart, and subconsciously said:

"Nine Yao Gold Medal"

As soon as the words fell, the golden seal shone brightly, and a line of text was projected directly in front of Zhao Chen's eyes:

"Jiupin Position: Deputy Envoy of Galaxy Transfer"

Position ...... Is the rank of the Taoist receptive? Deputy Envoy of Galaxy Transport, what is this? Can you explain?

As this thought arose to him, the line of words condensed by golden light suddenly changed and reorganized, and soon changed to:

"Sequence 9: The Traveling Merchant"