After almost a month of sailing, Bai Lang finally saw the capital of Dayan, Jicheng. "Sure enough, with the world of martial arts and land immortals, this city can also be built like a wonder. Bai Lang sighed.

What appeared in front of him was the cyan lines that almost filled his line of sight, and the passenger ship where Bai Lang was floating on the surface of the Huai River, which was more than six miles wide, and on such a wide river, there was actually a city wall. That's right, the capital of the convergence of the three rivers, and the three rivers have walls on the river surface.

There are five huge water gates on the Huaijiang city wall, one large and four small, and the surging river water flows in this water city gate. The six-zhang high city wall is connected with the city wall on land to form a scene like a mountain - this is the center of the territory of Dayan, Jicheng.

Of course, foreign ships should not think of entering the water gate casually, this is the rule—unless it is allowed by edict. Therefore, outside the water gate of Sanjiang, there are endless wharves, so outside the tall and majestic city wall, there is a market that stretches for dozens of miles.

The city outside the city did not have decent walls, and it was not like the city was divided by horizontal and vertical avenues, but the city outside the city only grew spontaneously and savagely after building a road of a certain width according to the laws of Dayan..... It is also a headache for the county commanders of the three neighboring counties outside Dayan City.

Dayan's Jicheng is a government and six counties, with millions of people, and no one knows how many. This is the most prosperous place in Dayan, and it is also a mixed place, with the strongest masters in Dayan, and the most powerful and worst gangs in Dayan...... Everyone is making a fortune here, and of course, half of the fast arresting officials in the world of Dayan are also here—all kinds of murders and other cases that occur here in a year are half of Dayan......

Bai Lang got off the boat at the pier, the boat boss made a lot of money this trip, and soon if he was lucky, he could continue to earn a lot of money, three times a year, and two or three years of hard work could earn back the money on the boat. Bai Lang waved goodbye to the boss of the ship quite politely, regardless of the guy's sincere fear that he almost knelt down.

The young innate master is restrained, and he walks in the bustling wharf - here are all bluestone paving, which is considered a rich man's wharf, and there are ordinary people's wharves with gravel paving next door, and even muddy boat people's wharves and slums. On both sides of the Dock Avenue are inns and freight inns, the North and South Department Stores, and behind the houses on the street are a heavy number of residential buildings—a place where there are probably at least hundreds of thousands of people.

This place is making money every day, and it is undoubtedly the main point of contention between various gangs. There are dozens of wharves in Jicheng and Sanjiang together, among which there are many gangs begging for a living, people are on fire every day, and corpses are thrown into the water every day. For example, now Bai Lang is walking on the road and feels a little hungry, so he turns to the wonton stall in the alley and prepares to eat a bowl of small wontons.

And it was such a move that allowed him to enjoy a good show up close.

"Boss, put more lard, yes, yes, put more green onions! Bai Lang sat on the bench very naturally and told the boss to hurry up and serve the wontons. Such a big man sat here to eat, but let a few guests run away silently.

Before the wontons came up, Bai Lang saw a few people walking on the alleyway a few steps away - they were a little special, Bai Lang knew that this was on the mixed road as soon as he saw his temperament. These people are all young men, and their martial arts are not bad, their eyes are full of light, their temples are slightly raised, and their hands and feet are thick joints.

Bai Lang also praised, "Martial arts are not bad." These young people are all martial artists who have at least opened up Xiao Zhoutian, and they can also be called "martial arts people". Bai Lang seems to be not very far from being able to try to break through the innate, and his martial arts are still above Bai Shaobao back then.

This is normal, this is Jicheng, the capital of Dayan Wang, where all kinds of martial arts young heroes want to become famous, and everyone wants to go to the royal capital to spend a lot of money.

The men were swaggering down the street, and the people next to them were subconsciously avoiding the front of their walk. "Beggars, hawkers, flower sellers, if you look closely, there are really a lot of people doing business on the street. The elderly, children, men and women, this is indeed a prosperous place. Bai Lang's wontons had already been delivered, and he looked at the bustling crowd outside and sighed casually.

The men were talking and laughing as they walked, and at the same time looked left and right at the people doing business on the street. Just as they walked to the entrance of the alley near Bai Lang, a change occurred.

In the basket of flowers carried by the flower seller, the flowers flew out directly, and the petals turned into weapons that reflected a metallic luster, spinning and flying towards these people. And the hawker also directly brandished the flat pole and splashed the goods carried at both ends to these people, and then the flat pole was like a spear, directly stabbing it.

The old man exhaled and slapped out his palms in a row, while the child rolled directly on the spot, and the dagger emitting blue light was from the bottom up, not three inches away from these people.

Bai Lang looked at this situation, but the action of scooping the wontons in his hand did not stop at all, but he paused when he was about to put it in his mouth. "It's really a good show, assassination on the street? It turns out that the daily life of Jicheng is so exciting? boss. When Bai Lang said this, those young people had already reacted, and they all used their martial arts to start fighting back.

Someone exhaled like thunder, and directly blew the metallic petals away, and someone pulled out the soft sword at his waist, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of swords stabbed out to knock away the goods that were spilled over, blocking the stab. Others also rolled on the ground, spinning like a spinning top, but the edges were like a knife wheel.

And the people walking on the road also seemed to be well-trained, and they all shrank and ran, very skillfully avoiding the center of the conflict and assassination, even the guy who happened to be unfortunate enough to be involved, also shrunk his body and rolled in a continuous lazy donkey to try to pull himself out of this ghost environment.

But in a few breaths, the scene changed again, and the few people who were rolling outside on lazy donkeys suddenly raised their hands and spilled out a heavy layer of hidden weapons and white smoke, and even some strange insects. The beggars and flower sellers who had been assassinated were directly hit by this round of sudden attacks, and they fell to the ground.

The people didn't do anything with the young men who were being besieged, and they looked like they were in a group. Bai Lang still didn't put the wonton in his mouth, his nose moved slightly, "Boss, I always feel like there's something in your wonton......"

The owner of the wonton stall is a middle-aged man, not tall, and has an ordinary face. "The guest laughed, I've been setting up a stall here for 20 years, where did anyone say that I would put something in this wonton, isn't it just minced meat?"