Will he be resented because of this, Bai Lang doesn't care at all, he just killed a scholar who was a thief, and his identity as the prince of the Ming Dynasty can definitely afford this little resentment. "Slave chieftain and send the skull, and one day you have time to pick it up!" said Bai Lang as he went downstream. After all, this is just a world where Jade Fish takes him through, and a world with no tasks is more suitable for him to practice.

The speed of the downstream was very fast, but Bai Lang could not avoid the pursuit of the Eagle Talon Sun. On this day, his boat sailed on the river, and several small boats approached him quickly, and the boats of the Yangtze River sailors were gradually approaching. Bai Lang's boat boss was so frightened that he didn't know that his boat passenger was actually a big thief, and he was still thinking about where to ask this single boat passenger to eat bandao noodles or wonton noodles.

Single, showing wealth, such guests are indeed very dangerous, and there are not many good people who go on boats, especially in this kind of small boats. The captain of this ship is more than three feet, and the captain of the ship is also four boatmen, so he is still sure of dealing with a boatman. The problem is that the passengers make them unpredictable, and they are tall and fierce and difficult to mess with, so they have not dared to attack until now. Fortunately, the ships of the Yangtze River Sailors are starting to get closer.

The first to approach the small boat came a shout, "Anti-thief! Where to go!" Someone took it lightly, and jumped up from the boat after a while. This person is full of energy, he looks like a master of Ouchi, and the whole person spreads his arms like an eagle vulture, and he is about to fall directly into the small boat where Bai Lang is. Bai Lang burst into laughter, "So anxious to be reincarnated?" After finishing speaking, the canopy of the ship was directly broken, and Bai Lang kicked it with a flying kick, "Nandou has gnawed all the bones!"

This kick was good, and he directly kicked the opponent's eagle-like kung fu completely away, and that person fell into the water like a blooming firework. Bai Lang's flying legs of the Southern Dou Prison Slaughter Fist were still rising in an arc, and when he finally closed the momentum, he naturally fell into the opponent's boat. As soon as the white waves fell, it was almost as if a 10,000-pound copper bell was falling, and the boat was directly pierced.

In the midst of the screams of the people inside, the white waves directly pulled up, turning in the air and rushing towards the second ship with a strong wind. The man turned into a horizontal tornado, leading directly from the bow to the stern, and the whole ship was completely crushed, and the people inside were also reduced to flesh and blood scattered on the river. If there is a master of Ouchi, then he is already spread on the river now. And Bai Lang's toes were a little broken, and he took advantage of the situation to perform the light power lifting technique of walking alone, and directly crossed the space of three or four zhang and jumped onto the sailor's boat.

This kind of light skill has long been shocking to the world, and this kind of martial arts has long been passed on in this world. Bai Lang jumped onto the sailor's boat and directly began to kill. Many of the sailors on the deck were thrown directly into the river by him, and when they were caught, their bodies had been torn apart by the internal force that penetrated their bodies, and their heads were either broken or their chests and abdomen were turned open. The speed of Bai Lang's killing was too fast, so fast that the other party didn't even have time to cowardly disperse.

With the respect of an innate master, Bai Lang felt very happy to do this kind of mundane who killed Xiao Zhou Tian with his own hands. The opponent's knives and guns are ineffective against him, and if he doesn't have time to aim at this distance, he will avoid and kill the gunner. It didn't take a minute to kill all the people on this boat, and the armaments were slackened during the Qianlong period, and the border army was okay to say, this Yangtze River sailor is basically rotten. Bai Lang killed the unlucky ghosts on a boat, and they didn't even have time to jump into the river. Then he just lowered the sampan on the ship, and just tore off the canopy from the sampan and left.

Due to the barrier of the ship's hull, the other sailor ships and the small boat didn't know what was going on, but they just grabbed the ship hired by Bai Lang.

Bai Lang ran away, and no one dared to chase him. However, afterwards, the ship's boss and three boatmen were beheaded...... It can be regarded as being affected by the white waves. Three of the masters of Ouchi died, all of them were dead and dead, and Bai Lang's name was quite loud on the road - because he killed officials along the way, and he was ranked first in the world. Whether it's the Heaven and Earth Society or the Red Flower Society, who is so brutal?

They also have rules for rebelling against the Qing Dynasty, they must take their time and be gentle, and it is best to make their brothers rich - Chen Jinnan said it well back then, but Bai Lang didn't want to repeat his words. Because he used a small boat and Bai Lang's innate master's need for food, drink and rest could be minimized, his speed of movement was very fast, and he avoided the round-up without a sound and arrived near the mouth of the Yangtze River. He settled here and began to practice his martial arts.

"This is actually the hometown of Nandou and Beidou. When Bai Lang said this, he tried to hold back his laughter, and when he was relaxed, the progress of this martial arts cultivation seemed to be faster. The Golden Bell Jar Divine Skill may be able to try to hit the fifth level in this world - it was originally supposed to have rushed to the fifth level before achieving the innate level, but Bai Lang had an adventure and turned it upside down. Now there is an advantage that he has the sharp internal power of the Southern Dou Holy Fist.

Let's just say that this is the Southern Dou Holy Fist, anyway, whatever the big guy says is what it is. The sharp internal power of this Southern Dipper Holy Fist combined very well with the sharp killing intent that he cultivated from the White Tiger Phantom Tiger Shape Fist, and the level used to impact the Golden Bell Jar may also have a miraculous effect. It is difficult for the Golden Bell Jar Divine Skill to manifest a phantom now, but when Bai Lang is lucky, there will also be a bulge on this skin and flesh that rotates with the air, which looks quite magical and terrifying.

And the speed at which the Southern Dipper Holy Fist devoured the Arhat Niwang Fist was relatively fast, and the internal force of the Arhat Nioh Fist exercised the skin and flesh, so that the body could grow, but what Bai Lang practiced was not like this, but strengthened his ability to control the wind in the true intent of the tiger form. And after this fist is swallowed by the Southern Dipper Holy Fist, this Southern Dipper Holy Fist can bring a sharp vacuum wind blade in the palm power of the fist - in a sense, isn't this the Southern Dipper Water Bird Fist?

Bai Lang's practice is not a water bird fist, his vacuum wind blade is an axe, a spear, a siege cone, a war hammer, but it cannot be regarded as a thin and sharp blade. Moreover, Bai Lang's inspiring attack is not only his hands and feet, he can attack all over his body, and of course he can also use the winding wind blade. Elbows and knees are battering cones.

Bai Lang practiced this island and had almost no contact with outsiders. If you want rice, grain, oil, and salt? This is too simple, just go and rob the cao transport boat in the river, and the clothes don't matter, Bai Lang is not afraid of cold and heat, his body is like gold and iron, and he is naturally not afraid of insects, ants, and poisons, even if he is naked, it doesn't matter if he practices bare-anyway, there is no one in the place where he is for a few miles.

On this day, Bai Lang carried the internal force of the Nandou, and the result of his practice this time was that the Nandou Holy Fist gradually assimilated the internal force of the Golden Bell Jar, and the martial arts he is practicing now are afraid that he can't simply say that this is the Golden Bell Jar. Bai Lang's internal force is like a long river full of blades flowing in his meridians, "This painful and refreshing feeling...... I love to practice!"