In vain, it was fat and fat, and it became Yan Liuhe's target. He could only parry with a Mongolian scimitar, and he didn't have the slightest power to fight back.

It's only thirty or fifty rounds, and Fei San begins to scramble.

Yan Liuhe's sword weapon shook falsely, and he kicked Fei San's lower yin and forced Fei San to retreat.

Fei San was kicked by Yan Liuhe, but before he could attack, he already had a sword weapon on his fat neck.

Of course, it was Yan Liuhe's sword weapon.

The little minions looked at Yan Liuhe, who was holding Fei San hostage, neither advancing nor retreating.

"Phew, I've been putting up with you for a long time, let your dog crumbs pay back everyone's money, and then go to the ravioli. ”

Yan Liuhe's sword weapon shook, and the fat tiger's neck began to foam with blood.

"Oops, hey~ Listen to him, hurry!!" Fei San was really scared.

Huang Hai Boli walked on the tip of the knife, he had killed many people, but this was the first time he faced death, he finally knew why so many people were greedy for life and afraid of death.

The minions threw down the money they had just extorted and jumped off the boat.

"Master, master, you see that they are all making wontons, you can spare your life. "Fat San begged.

"I'm saying, what a ruthless strongman haunt here, it turns out that the Northern Regions rudder in the Salt Gang is just a coward!" Yan Liuhe shook his head.

"In that later life, you can't say that. After all, the forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds, even in the palace of Zhao Guanren, it is difficult to protect a few mouse droppings, right?" The middle-aged man got up and took off Fan Yangli.

Seeing the middle-aged man's black and vertical hair, the slanted and heroic sword eyebrows, the slender and sharp black eyes, the thin and lightly pursed lips, the angular outline, the slender and tall and rugged figure, like an eagle in the night, cold and arrogant but full of grandeur, and the strength that exudes arrogance and arrogance is independent and independent.

This middle-aged man is Chen Wuregret, the helmsman of the Northern Regions of the Salt Gang, who made the Chen family hook sickle in one hand, known as a shot to hook the soul, and it was a well-known man in the desert.

Fei San looked at the middle-aged man's face, and his face changed.

"Senior, what do you mean?" Yan Liuhe was puzzled.

"Housheng, let him go, although this guy is disdainful, he is still a member of the Salt Gang. Chen Wuregret smiled and gave Yan Liuhe a reassuring expression.

Yan Liuhe put away his sword, but gave Fat San a hard kick in the knee, tripping him to the ground.

"Master Chen Helm, help!!" Fat San turned pale and knelt down to Chen Wuregret.

"Shut up and stand behind me. Chen Wuregret's face was indifferent.

Then, he looked at Yan Liuhe.

"Hou Sheng, I want to ask you, who is your sword mage inherited?" Chen Wuregret asked.

"This, Lord Chen Helm, right, the teacher has words first, it is inconvenient to say. Yan Liuhe prevaricated.

"Hahaha, I can guess if you don't say it, your Liuhe Fist has betrayed you. Except for my fifth brother, there is no such sharp swordsmanship in this world. If I'm not mistaken, you're still going to crack the Golden Liuhe Marksmanship, right??" Chen Wuregret said, lightly raising his toes, picking up the hook and sickle on the ground, and then throwing it to Yan Liuhe.

Yan Liuyi took it, but did not move.

"The hook and sickle is not quite the same as a regular gun. Come on, play a trick. Chen Wuregret looked at Yan Liuhe with a smile behind his hands.

The hook hammer gun is a kind of cold war weapon in ancient times, also known as the "hemp knife", which is a long spear with a barb on the blade of the gun. The length of the gun is generally 7 feet 2 inches, of which the head of the gun is 8 inches. The head of the spear is sharp, and its lower part has a sideways protruding barb, and the tip of the hook is curved inward (if it is not curved, it is the same as the ancient divination halberd). The barrel of the spear was six feet long, four inches in diameter, made of wood, and had an iron hammer at the end of the shaft, which was four inches long. The head of the Hook Gun is the same as that of a normal spear, which serves as an assassin, and the barbs on the side can be used to slash and slash enemies, effectively preventing them from escaping. Although the hook has the effect of helping to kill enemies, it also has the effect of preventing the tip of the gun from penetrating too deeply.

This kind of weapon and war horse are simply on the battlefield, making the enemy fearful. A few years later, the famous Iron Harrier in the Qin State was the one who used this hook sickle.

Yan Liuhe nodded and began to swing the hook and sickle.

Chen Wuregret looked at Yan Liuhe's movements, and he was also very approving, and he was even more sure of Yan Liuhe's identity in his heart.

"I really didn't guess wrong, you can call me Uncle Ten. Chen Wuregret said.

"Uncle Chen. Yan Liuhe returned the hook and sickle to Chen Wuregret, and bowed respectfully to Chen Wuregret.

"Could it be that Uncle Chen is the thirteen divine spear Taibao mentioned by the master? Ji Xin also stood up and bowed to Chen Wuregret.

"You two are very good, you didn't embarrass the fifth brother. But Chen Wuregret owes you a face, if you are in trouble in Haote, just come to the first gambling house in Yancheng and report my name to Chen Wuregret, there will be a period later. Chen Wuregret said goodbye to Yan Liuhe with a fist.

Yan Liuhe also clenched his fists, but didn't say anything.

"Come with me, the face of the Salt Gang has been lost by you, go and prepare the boat, and when you return to Yancheng, I will enforce the gang rules on you." Chen Wuregret was as cold as ice.

"Yes, yes, the little ones are going to prepare. Fat San was submissive, but the moment he turned around, there was a murderous look in his eyes.

Kong Liang, who was observing the form, saw it clearly.

Around the Lake Center Pavilion, three or five small boats were parked there, needless to say, they were the ships of the Salt Gang.

Chen Wuregret took Fei San and his minions off the boat and got on the boat.

"It seems that our operation this time will not go well!!" Kong Liang shook his head.

Of course, he didn't forget Fei San's eyes, and he also knew that if they entered Yancheng, Fei San, who would repay them, would not let them go.

But Yancheng, they have to go.

Only in Yancheng can there be the best salt, and they can sell it at a good price.

"Jianghu, it's very dangerous! Yan Liuhe smiled.

Ji Xin glanced at Urina and then held Urina's little hand tightly.

Well, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, let him be dangerous, with her by his side, what else!

At this moment, the boat has arrived at the dock, and everyone has begun to pack their luggage. Ahead, is Yancheng, the destination of these people on the ship.

But they didn't know that the destination of these people, Yancheng, which seemed so calm, was already turbulent at this moment.

At the moment when Chen Wuregret entered the gate of Yancheng, this place was already destined to change.

Because salt, for people, is too a good thing. Salt provides large amounts of sodium, which plays a number of vital roles in the body, such as protein and carbohydrate metabolism and nerve impulse transmission and muscle contraction, as well as regulating hormone and cellular oxygen consumption, controlling urine output, thirst, and producing fluids (blood, saliva, tears, sweat, gastric juice, and bile). In addition, salt is also very important for the formation of stomach acid.

People can live without coins, but they can't do without salt. And in this city named after salt, an infighting caused by salt also kicked off.