After more than half a month of traveling, Zhang Jing and the three finally arrived at the lively Jinmen.

Coming to Jinmen, Zhang Jingcai can be regarded as truly seeing the most prosperous side of today's era, whether it is Lingnan or Chang'an City, it is far from being comparable.

At this time, there were already many modern buildings in Jinmen.

Moreover, many of the houses are biased towards Western style, which is quite classic, and even if it is placed in a hundred years, it will have a unique taste. Modern factories, railways, and so on are everywhere.

The streets are wide and clean, and in addition to rickshaws, there will be honking horns from time to time, and a car full of retro flavor will roar by.

On the contrary, people like Zhang Jing and others who rode horses became the exception.

After entering the city, they were embarrassed to ride horses again, so they had to dismount and lead them.

Zhang Jing is a little better, after all, he has seen the world, and he is more curious than surprised about the so-called prosperity of Jinmen. But Bai Rourou was stunned to see such a city for the first time.

Not only had she never been to a big city like Jinmen before this, but the most important thing was that in the past ten years, she has lived in Beibi Mountain, guarding the ancient tombs of the pre-Qin Dynasty.

During this time, the world has changed dramatically!

Even if he came to Jinmen many years ago, if he came again after more than ten years, she would be surprised and completely unrecognizable.

Only Zhuge Kongping did not show any surprise, after all, he had only come to Tianjin three years ago to participate in the Daomen Exchange Conference, and he also shined in that exchange meeting, becoming the first master of Daomen in the Central Plains.

Zhuge Kongping held up his big belly, looked at the hawker shouting next to him and asked, "Zhang Daoyou, Jinmen Three Uniques, have you heard of it?"

"What kind of powerful characters are the three uniques of Jinmen?" asked Zhang Jing.

"It's not. Zhuge Kongping smiled and said: "The three uniques of Tianjin refer to the three flavors of snacks with the local characteristics of Tianjin, just like the spicy soup and fried buns in our Central Plains. ”

"That's right. Zhang Jing smiled and said, "I know that a dog ignores buns." ”

Zhuge Kongping nodded and said: "Goubuli buns are indeed delicious, thin skin, big filling, eighteen pleats! Especially the steaming buns that have just come out of the cage, they are fresh but not greasy, fragrant and delicious, and make people have endless aftertaste." However, in addition to the goubuli buns, there are also eighteenth street twist flowers, ear and eye fried cakes, and called 'Tianjin Gate Three Uniques'!

Speaking of food, Zhuge Kongping's fat man's stomach began to growl.

I didn't look for an inn to settle down in, saying that there was a restaurant not far in front of him that had very good dishes and tastes, and he missed it very much after eating it back then. So he pulled Zhang Jing and Bai Rourou and went to eat first to fill his stomach.

Of course, for delicious food, whether it is Bai Rourou or Zhang Jing, they are also very interested and have no objections.

When you arrive in a new city, try the local specialties first, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Because it was the time to eat, there were more guests in the restaurant at this time, and the three of them queued up for half a pillar of incense after entering the store, so that there was a place for the three people to sit down.

Zhuge Kongping is an old driver, and he is very familiar with the delicious food in Jinmen, and he ordered seven or eight kinds of treasures.

There are special gourmet snacks like Goubuli, and there are also some hard dishes. After waiting for a while, after the shopkeeper brought the dishes one by one, the three of them stopped talking, focused on the food in front of them, and feasted on it.

It's just that halfway through the meal, suddenly there was a loud and loud fight, which became stronger and stronger, interrupting the good mood of the three of them to taste the food.

The two sides of the fight seem to be people who practice martial arts, and they have hatred and dislike for each other.

Those who practice martial arts are strong and impulsive.

I won't just talk and not use my hands, after three or two sentences, I will start fighting directly.

Hitting from the second floor to the first floor, many guests who were shocked could only get up and avoid it. As for the owner of the restaurant and the shopkeeper, this kind of battle between people who practice martial arts in the rivers and lakes, where do they dare to interfere, they can only hide to the side and let people hurry up to report to the official.

"Jinmen has been like this since ancient times, and the spirit of martial arts is very strong. There are many generous people in the land of Yan Zhao, so there are martial arts halls everywhere when you enter the door, and the number of people practicing martial arts is countless. Almost every day, people sign life and death certificates and go to the ring to face each other. ”

Zhuge Kongping explained to Zhang Jing and Bai Rourou.

This world, although there are demons and monsters, there are powerful spells.

But compared to the vast majority of people, they don't actually have access to these. In addition, cultivating the Dao requires extremely high talent, and even if a master teaches him from a young age, it is difficult to get started.

For example, Qiusheng and Wencai, who have been practicing by Uncle Jiu's side for many years, can only use some superficial spells, and what is more practical for them is fist and foot kung fu.

Zhang Jing looked at the two groups of people who were fighting for a while, and found that they were indeed skilled, and their fists and feet were very good.

These people who fight and brawl casually should not be considered martial arts masters, and they are probably not famous minions in the rivers and lakes. But looking at their strength, there will be no problem if one person casually deals with three or five big men.

The martial arts of both sides of the fight seem to be about the same, half a catty and eight taels, and the tables, chairs and benches are broken a lot, but the winner is not distinguished.

Just when Zhang Jing was thinking about whether to help the restaurant owner end this farce, he didn't expect that out of nowhere, a young Oriental samurai wearing a samurai uniform and a katana hanging from his waist suddenly appeared.

This guy didn't stand up to persuade him, he stood up specifically to make a mockery skill!

"The kung fu of the three-legged cat, and dare to come out and be embarrassed, disturbing my interest in eating. ”

"Get out of here! If you don't get out, you're all going to die!"

This person is not aimed at any party, he just feels that both sides are cured chickens, and his speech is very simple and direct.

After two sentences, the two sides of the action were angry enough.

It's so arrogant!

How can a person who practices martial arts be able to stand this nest of gas?

So the two sides really stopped for the time being, ready to start with the guns and talk about it!

After cleaning up the Oriental little devils, his own people will slowly settle the accounts and compete with each other.

After all, there are contradictions in their Jinmen Jianghu circle, and how to say it is also their own business. When facing foreigners, you have to let go of your grievances.

People who practice martial arts are impulsive and irritable, and they are competitive, but most people can still carry it clearly in the face of major issues of right and wrong.

At least, there are fewer people who practice martial arts to be traitors than literati.

Pity.

Since the Oriental samurai in the restaurant dared to stand up and pretend to be forced, he was very confident in his own strength.

Although he was young and looked to be in his early twenties, a katana was like an arm and a finger in his hand, quite agile and sharp.

The two sides combined with a full eight martial arts practitioners, besieging together, but failed to gain the upper hand, but were wounded by the Oriental samurai one by one, from the inside of the restaurant to the street outside the restaurant, half of the people have already fallen, and there is no strength to fight again.

Winning or losing is basically clear.

At this moment, however, in the midst of the growing crowd, there was a commotion, and an unkempt, ragged beggar jumped and jumped in front, causing everyone to get out of the way.

Zhang Jing, who was about to make a move, saw this scene and couldn't help but stop again, as if something had changed.

Beggar?

Could it be that this person is a master of the beggar gang?

Zhang Jing's guess was clearly wrong.

This beggar is not a master, just an ordinary beggar who is a little crazy, and after he came over, he shouted with a smile: "Huo Yuanjia is here! Huo Yuanjia is here!"

After the shouting, a middle-aged man wearing a felt hat and a sturdy figure walked over.

As soon as he appeared, many onlookers around him burst into applause and shouts, as if they were very excited. The remaining few warriors who were still struggling to support themselves under the Oriental samurai suddenly showed joy when they saw the comer, breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly stepped aside.

Even this Oriental samurai, who had obviously heard of Huo Yuanjia's name, held the katana in both hands, stared at the comer with a piercing look in his eyes, and asked, "You are Huo Yuanjia." ”

The middle-aged man arched his hand and said, "It's exactly below." ”

"Very good! I've heard of your Huo Yuanjia's name for a long time, I heard that you first scared off a Russian Hercules some time ago, and later, you defeated several Western masters in a row. I was thinking to meet you, to see how good you are!"

After the Oriental samurai finished speaking, the hands holding the katana suddenly turned slightly, and at the same time, his hips moved, and his body rushed towards Huo Yuanjia like a gust of wind, and the katana in his hand was even more tricky, slashing towards the enemy's neck like a poisonous snake.

Huo Yuanjia's hands were empty, and he didn't have any weapons.

In the face of such a sharp and vicious slash, he only opened his feet slightly, and at the moment when the katana slashed over, his waist moved down, and his upper body fell backwards, and he dodged the katana.

The Oriental samurai reacted very quickly, and his sword skills had been perfected, and after seeing the move being dodged, he immediately retracted his sword momentum and changed his horizontal slash to a vertical slash.

But when he changed his moves, Huo Yuanjia's figure was already like an ape, and he came to his side, and at the same time, his right hand was on his wrist and twisted it hard.

The Oriental samurai immediately showed pain on his face, and snorted, the katana in his hand could no longer be held, and was snatched away by Huo Yuanjia.

After snatching the sword, Huo Yuanjia did not take the opportunity to attack, but turned the blade, put the long knife in his hand, smiled at the Oriental samurai, and said, "Accept it." ”

The Oriental samurai clutched his wrists, his face flushed, and he didn't know if it was pain or humiliation.

He was still majestic just now, and he still had the upper hand in single-handedly fighting eight martial artists, and he couldn't even make a move in front of Huo Yuanjia. There was murder in his eyes, and hatred was strong, but he finally had some points in his heart, and he could see that there was a huge gap between the two through the move just now, so he finally gave up and left angrily.

The Oriental samurai left, and this twists and turns of the farce naturally ended, and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

Zhuge Kongping and Bai Rourou also shook their heads amusefully when they saw this, probably thinking that the competition of these ordinary martial arts practitioners was boring and meaningless in their eyes.

But Zhang Jing was a little stunned and couldn't come back to his senses.

What the heck?

Why did Huo Yuanjia come out?

The style of painting is suddenly wrong!

How did the world of zombies and ghosts become a national art?

Especially the beggar who led the way just now, suddenly asked with a smile: "Huo Yuanjia, when did you become the number one in Tianjin?"

Zhang Jing was even more messy when he heard this......