The Baihua Building itself is divided into four floors.

This is quite difficult in this era when the construction process is extremely underdeveloped.

In addition to the four floors above ground, there is one layer below the ground.

Those who are disobedient, those who are still tuning and teaching, are shut under the ground.

And the first layer is some general beauties.

The second layer is quite a beautiful woman.

The third layer is the ultimate beauty.

The fourth floor is the place where Fan Helin, the second son of Fan, is used to feast heavyweight guests, and the place where Fan Ergongzi usually lives.

The whole Baihualou, the pillars are carved with dragons and phoenixes, a thick carpet is laid on the ground, and the candles at night are never stopped from morning to night, and they are extremely luxurious.

At this time, in front of the Baihua Building, there were three people standing.

The one on the left is a large man dressed in coarse cloth, who looks to be in his twenties, and carries a steel knife on his back.

The man on the right, who appeared to be in his thirties, was dressed in black and had a steel knife hanging from his waist.

The most peculiar thing was the man in the middle, who looked to be only in his twenties, dressed in a cyan power suit, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes. But the strange thing is that on the right side of this person's waist, there are two long swords that are surprisingly long, only five feet long. Who can use this kind of long sword? The most peculiar thing is that this person also has four long swords hanging from his back. It is equivalent to a person carrying four long swords, such an outfit is simply strange.

"This is Baihualou. Zhang Zhu'er, the coarsely clothed man on the left, said.

"What a fucking luxury, this floor. Zhang Heizi raised his head and looked at it, and he was also dazzled.

"Luxury indeed. It's the first time I've seen such a luxurious building in my long time in this world. He Xuan raised his head, and was also shocked by the luxury of this building.

Zhang Heizi stood aside with a heart, and then heard a mouthful. secretly calculated in his heart, He Touer said that he had been in this world for so long, there was a problem with this sentence, sure enough, is He Touer the reincarnation of God and Buddha?

At this time, the two heroic men standing in front of Baihualou looked at He Xuan, Zhang Heizi, and Zhang Zhu'er, and they looked up and down. Zhang Zhu'er on the left looks like a small farmer, and the people on the right and right look like soldiers and can carry weapons with them. But looking at their appearance, the clothes are quite cheap, and they are not middle- and high-ranking officers.

This is the two big men guarding the door to judge people by their appearance, Zhang Heizi usually spends as much as he wants, and he has only been a hundred households, so naturally he has no money to wear high-grade fabrics. He Xuan himself does not require expensive dressing, only requires comfort, and is easy to use when fighting, so he wears ordinary fabrics all year round, so he is underestimated.

After the two big men guarding the door looked up and down, they defined these three people as ordinary people, and raised their hands directly: "This is Baihualou, only the powerful can come in, where are the three of you going to be cool." ”

Zhang Heizi and Zhang Zhu'er were originally here to make trouble, Zhang Heizi laughed fiercely, and all of a sudden, the scabbard smashed directly on a big man guarding the door, smashing the big man to a pain in his shoulder, and involuntarily squatted down in pain, and then the others rushed forward suddenly, and directly hit the big man's face, directly beating the big man with blood, and then slammed the scabbard directly down, slamming him unconscious.

Zhang Zhu'er over there is obviously not as good and ruthless as Zhang Heizi. But after many years of being an Orion, he also had a bit of ruthlessness, directly pressing this big man, and his fists kept beckoning to his face. The big man also screamed: "Help, someone is making trouble." ”

The voice he shouted was loud, and it was directly transmitted to the entire Baihua Building.

......

A moment later, a tall middle-aged man with a scar on his face, leading more than 30 bodyguards in the nursing home, each holding a stick, rushed over.

The middle-aged man led by him is the black whirlwind Li Mu, who is still well-known in Luliang, this person has killed people and will be sentenced heavily. But because he was able to fight and received the attention of Fan Ergongzi, the Fan family used money, which made him sentenced lightly. After he was released from prison, he has been following Fan Ergongzi to do things.

Black Whirlwind Li Mu first looked He Xuan, Zhang Heizi, and Zhang Zhu'er up and down. His eyes quickly swept over Zhang Heizi and Zhang Zhu'er, but fell directly on He Xuan's body. Years of experience in seeing people told him that this person wearing six swords on his body was the main one this time.

He looked at He Xuan left and right, guessing He Xuan's identity in his heart, but he was still a little confused, and then he smiled: "Dare to ask which line of friends is on the road? Register your name. If it is a place where our Baihualou is not well entertained, our Baihualou will naturally change. ”

"Which road?" He Xuan smiled: "You don't care which road I am, I'm very dissatisfied with Baihualou." ”

Black Whirlwind Li Mu repeatedly estimated, this person is still a little unpredictable, so he restrained his temper: "I don't know where my friend is dissatisfied with our Baihualou." ”

"I'm very dissatisfied with the owner of Baihua Building, your second son Fan Helin. There is only one way for me to be satisfied, and that is to cut off Fan Helin's dog head and send me to kick it as a ball. He Xuan said lightly.

Black Whirlwind Li Mu heard this, and his face couldn't help but change: "Damn, Lao Tzu gave you some face, and gave in repeatedly, you still don't know what to do like this, then it's no wonder Lao Tzu." Lao Tzu will send you back to the West. Brothers, you can beat me or kill me, count me in. It's not the first time they've killed someone, their Fan family is here, covering the sky with one hand.

Even if the boss really blames it, this is killed during the group beating, and just beating a subordinate is guilty.

There were more than thirty people under him, and when he heard this, he rushed straight over.

Zhang Zhu'er has a naïve temperament, and he still wants to rush when he sees more than 30 people. But Zhang Heizi grabbed him: "You are stupid, you think you are a god? ”

Then, he said with a hippie smile: "Boss, we are all mortal fetuses, it is impossible to be more than two to thirty, it depends on you, Boss." ”

He Xuan scolded with a smile: "You bastard." ”

The thirty or so stick-clinging people had already rushed forward. Zhang Heizi and Zhang Zhu'er had already stepped back, and the sticks in their hands were brushing towards He Xuan.

If you are a normal person and are surrounded by so many people, you are afraid that you will panic early, and if you can fight again, you will have to scream now that you are finished.

However, what kind of person is He Xuan, when he has a pair of 300 Qing soldiers, he can still kill more than 100 people on the opposite side and collapse on the other side.

These thirty people are simply pediatrics.

I could have dealt with these people easily, but I wanted to try my 4.15 defense, so I didn't dodge or dodge, and let the sticks of these big men hit my body hard.

The feeling that came was very light.

There was a faint feeling of pain.

The corners of He Xuan's lips showed, revealing his sharp teeth, and he sneered: "Oh, is this your attack? Your stick technique is not something you learned from your teacher. Give it a little more effort. Don't be so light. ”

Everyone was directly stunned.

There were about thirty people just now, and there were nearly ten people's sticks, which swept on He Xuan's body.

Normal people are swept away, but they are afraid that they will already cry out in pain and even lie down.

However, He Xuan was swept away, but he didn't react at all, and he didn't look like he was in pain.

Is this still human?

Among the thirty or so nursing homes, more than a dozen people picked up sticks and slammed them on He Xuan's body.

But!

He Xuan still didn't feel pain, but a few sticks were broken.

How is this possible! Beat him quite thickly, and the stick was broken!

Is this still human?

He Xuan showed his sharp teeth and smirked: "Is this your attack? It doesn't hurt or itch!"