Chapter 976: Foreign Guests

Chapter 976: Foreign Guests

"Commander, we received a tip that there was a conflict between the Mud Dragon Gang and people outside the city."

The round-faced young man hurriedly walked into the county government office and saluted with his hands in hand.

The dark-skinned warrior who was sitting in the main hall and writing a piece of paper frowned and raised his head: "It is very common for local gangs to fight. They know the rules."

Shou He was still worried about how to report the last document.

It was the thief he captured.

This man committed adultery, robbery, and all kinds of evil, and he was beheaded with a halberd.

But at the same time as the arrest, the official roads of the eastern suburbs were also destroyed.

"It's not a local gang, it's from out of town."

"Say what's the 'Qing Yi Building'."

The round-headed little tiger hurriedly said.

This was all thanks to the rice seedlings planted in the Mud Dragon Gang, otherwise he would not have known the movements of the Mud Dragon Gang so quickly.

As for how many rice seedlings there are, I am afraid only Shou He, who is the king of catchers, really knows.

When talking about Shou He, Xiao Huzi looked in reverence.

In the past, Wanning County could only be considered stable until the arrival of this adult.

His ruthless and cunning methods suddenly brought real peace to Wanning County. In particular, this adult himself possesses great strength.

His legend is still circulating in the world.

"coming?!"

Shou He suddenly stood up.

It turned out that Qingyilou arrived in Wanning County.

No wonder.

He has already restrained local gangs and forces.

He didn't care about the firefight, and even asked the county government to clean up the floor.

But if he hurts the people in the county, don't blame him for being ruthless.

Shou He put on the big cloak, took away the bloody halberd hanging on the suspension, and strode out to the door: "Call Bian Tou and follow me."

"Bring me my linjiao horse."

The fast horse starts from Wanning County Government Office.

You can often see small traders pushing their stalls to the official road, making the official road that should be smooth become a bit more crowded.

Shou He, who was riding on the tall horse, had no choice but to hold on to the reins to slow down the Linjiao horse.

"that person……"

Shou He looked at the young man who was leading a little baby not far away.

The young man wore a pure white monk's robe.

His bare head seemed to be glowing.

The young novice he led was not restrained, but full of curiosity. He looked around and pointed at Shou He and said, "Brother, that person is looking at you."

"Amitabha."

The young Buddha lowered his eyebrows and chanted, "Don't show off when you go out."

"But senior brother, he is really looking at you."

"That donor has great potential, but it's a pity that he is not destined to be my Buddha."

"Let's go."

Taking one step forward, the young Buddha disappeared into the alley with the little novice monk.

"What's wrong, Marshal?"

"nothing."

Shou He tightened his grip on the bloody halberd in his sleeves and mused in his heart: "Is this a foreigner?"

"Better not mess with them."

The light mist evaporated and turned into a little ghost squatting on Shou He's shoulder.

"Can the old immortal see where they are?"

Shou He was not as startled as he was at first. He knew that the old god had cast a 'magic' on him, so his two followers could not see it.

Tu Shanjun said calmly: "The older one is a Buddhist saint, and the younger one has the potential to be like the reincarnation of the Buddha."

"I'm not sure which side of the world they are from, but the Buddhist sect in the Eastern Wilderness is relatively weak, and such Buddhist disciples rarely appear. They should come from the Middle Earth."

Shou He hesitated to speak, but did not continue to ask. The top priority was to stop the fight between the Nilong Gang and Qingyi House.

…

"Boss Wang, what does this mean?"

Zhao Qingyi raised his hands and spoke kindly.

Qingyilou borrowed the money, he had already taken out the money to take care of everything.

Wang Yiwen also said it well.

The rules of the rivers and lakes are to use people's money to eliminate disasters for others. How can you take money and not do things?

It's fine if you don't do anything, and you still have to come to add trouble.

Zhao Qingyi looked at the carriage team that was surrounded by him and Boss Wang who was sitting on the sliding pole. The smile on his face was stiff and his eyes became more and more gloomy.

Wang Yiwen, who was sitting on the sliding pole, was very tall. Wherever he sat, he looked like a curled-up bear.

There was a long scar on Fang Yuan's face. He squinted over with sharp eyes and said in a loud voice, "Boss Zhao, you only said you wanted to take advantage of the road, but you didn't say you wanted to establish a foothold in Wanning County."

"Borrowing the Tao is borrowing the Tao's money. You have to gain a foothold, not eat from our brothers' bowls."

"You don't have enough money for such a big thing."

Zhao Qingyi sneered: "Joke!"

"I, Zhao Qingyi, came to Wanning County to buy property. Do I need to pay you a debt?"

"Can't you represent the imperial court?"

The bear-like Wang Yiwen tilted his chin and said, "You want to take food from our rice bowls. I can't explain it to my brothers. Destroying people's wealth is like killing their parents. Any little bastard will come to Wanning County to share a piece of it." Soup, I asked where to put my face."

"I only give you two choices."

"One, withdraw from Wanning County."

"Two, hand over your family martial arts scripture."

Zhao Qingyi held down the weapon on his waist.

His eyes were downcast and his palms were cold.

It's not that his blood is cold, it's that the sword at his waist is cold enough.

Although this ancient sword is not a magic weapon, it has accompanied him in many battles, so it is no longer an ordinary weapon.

The moment he held it down, murderous intent burst out.

"I can't choose either one." Zhao Qingyi said coldly.

A mere Mulong Gang asked him to withdraw from Wanning County. Could it be that he was out of his mind.

Cutting off the path to wealth is like killing my parents, but blocking someone else's path is like destroying my entire family.

The opportunity presented itself, and he did not think of conflict.

Once you get up, you have to compete.

Otherwise, if a Mud Dragon Gang and other forces come to extort money, why not settle it once and for all today!

"I know how powerful you are, but you can't afford to offend the noble people behind me."

The bear-like Wang Yiwen jumped down from the sliding pole, landed heavily on the ground, looked at Zhao Qingyi and the Thirteen Taibao behind him and said: "Noble people don't like to fight. If you want to fight, then fight fiercely."

"How can we fight?"

"Best of three."

"If you are cruel enough, I will make way for you."

Wang Yiwen clapped his hands, and two shirtless strong men came up and carried a huge oil pan.

The steaming hot oil makes a crackling sound.

"The oil pan is hot and needs something to put into it."

Wang Yiwen asked: "What do you think, Mr. Zhao?"

"Please go first." Zhao Qingyi said in a deep voice.

"Someone's coming."

Wang Yiwen turned around to say hello.

A white-faced boy stepped forward, took a long knife and slashed his wrist, and his palm immediately fell into the oil pan.

The young man's lips were pale, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his right hand was tightly holding his severed wrist.

The thirteen Taibao behind Zhao Qingyi had different expressions.

It wouldn't be a disgrace to let them fight each other, but the gains outweighed the losses in fighting others like this. Moreover, the young man's wrist was at fault, and if anyone came forward, he would definitely have to surpass him, which would require at least his whole arm.

"I come!"

A Taibao stepped forward in a deep voice.

"slow."

Zhao Qingyi held down the Taibao, looked at Wang Yiwen, and smiled disdainfully: "What's the point of gambling with other people's lives? You win this game, since Qingyi House and the Mud Dragon Gang are irreconcilable It’s a conflict. In the next game, you and I will fight each other. If you lose, you will die, and if I lose, I will die!”

"Noble people don't like fighting."

"Since you are a dog, you are not worthy of gambling with me. Call the people behind you." Zhao Qingyi suddenly stopped being angry. He seemed to be on a higher level of detachment and glanced at Wang Yiwen indifferently.

Wang Yiwen was furious and about to explode.

"Hahaha!"

Hearty laughter came from afar.

A young master with a bodyguard came slowly.

The young master was wearing a loose robe with no visible material.

A purple-gold crown tied up her black hair.

Feng Shen is as handsome as the stars in the sky walking around the world. He talks and laughs like a gentle and wealthy young man. I am afraid that even the most famous noble man in the capital is not one-tenth as good as him.

"broken!"

Zhao Qingyi had this idea in his mind when he saw the other party for the first time.

This rich young man has no energy or energy, but there is something special about him, as if he has seen it somewhere...

Where is it?

Zhao Qingyi suddenly remembered.

It was when I met the old immortal at the noodle shop.

‘Monk? ! ’ Zhao Qingyi’s heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

He thought that the nobleman behind the Mudlong Gang was a nobleman from the capital, or maybe even a relative of the emperor. Unexpectedly, it was a monk who came over.

A veritable stranger from outside the forbidden land of God.

Zhao Qingyi bowed his hands and asked, "I don't know the name of the young master."

"Tianmen Holy Land, Wen Zhaowu."

Wen Zhaowu raised his folding fan in return and said with a faint smile: "You are Zhao Qingyi."

Zhao Qingyi nodded helplessly: "Young Master and I have no enmity. Why did Young Master send Mr. Wang to block my way?"

Wen Zhaowu said with a smile: "I sent him, but he was the one who made the decision. My original intention was to find him as a middleman and spend some money to buy something from Xiongtai. I didn't want him to be greedy and go behind my back." It is really my fault to come here to take advantage of others.”

Boss Wang was so frightened that he knelt on the ground on the spot and did not dare to say anything.

"What do you want to buy, Master?"

Seeing that he could not escape, Zhao Qingyi had no choice but to ask.

"I heard that Xiongtai's family has a 'bronze mask' with martial arts scriptures carved on it. I wonder how much it will cost?" Wen Zhaowu looked gentle.

Zhao Qingyi forced a smile and said: "It's really a family heirloom that I dare not give to others."

His heart felt a little heavier.

The bronze mask was passed down from ancestors, and even the Thirteen Taibao didn't know it so clearly. How did this outsider know, and how did he find him and ask about the whereabouts of the bronze mask as soon as he came up.

Wen Zhaowu's expression was slightly serious, and he looked at Zhao Qingyi as if he were seeing an ordinary person who did not know the true immortal. He shook his head and said: "Brother, I have never seen the truly splendid world. As long as brother can sell me the bronze mask, I, Tianmen Holy Land, will give you a place as an inner disciple.”

"You can also transform your martial arts training into profound magic power, embark on the path to immortality, and become immortal."

Zhao Qingyi's throat rolled.

He couldn't understand what the other person was saying at all.

However, just hearing the name of 'Holy Land' and the look of aloofness and indifference in the other person's eyes made him feel a little moved.

It's always a big gamble.

Won and rose to prominence.

The price you pay for losing is just the bronze mask passed down from your ancestors.

Zhao Qingyi thought for a long time.

He solemnly said: "I'm sorry, sir, I won't sell the bronze mask."

Wen Zhaowu still said with a gentle smile: "Ant."

"Do you know what you rejected?"