In the extraordinary world, I can only travel to the world of women

Chapter 252: What kind of beating and killing?
There is an old saying that goes well.

Young and Dangerous don't need brains, they will be Young and Dangerous all their lives.

Many Jianghu sects are not very different from the fighting gangs in nature.

Especially for a Jianghu sect like Yijianglou, which started with a few masters and then gradually conquered the territory.

Although it is also a sect.

However, the rules, regulations and sect style inside are basically close to the underworld forces.

To put it bluntly, all positions are determined by competition. Whoever is ruthless, has a strong backing, and dares to fight will get more resources for martial arts training.

The sect accepts both disciples and thugs.

And this Young Master Xu is a well-known figure among the younger generation in Yijiang Tower.

Now, Yijianglou wants to choose a new generation of senior masters.

His competitors are two people who are stronger than him.

If you want to win the competition in a few days, you can only find a way to deal with the other two candidates.

And Fang Xing, as a person who comes to worship the mountain, is the perfect candidate.

During the critical period of selecting the senior brother, the two candidates naturally had to take the initiative to stand up and increase the prestige of the sect when facing people who came to pay homage to the mountain.

With Fang Xing's strength, victory would be easy.

The two of them are injured, and Neibi will naturally lose in two days.

If he wasn't injured, he would have lost face. There were many people who dissatisfied with them when choosing the senior brother.

Mr. Xu is now lying on the ground rolling around, telling the whole story intermittently while rolling.

"That's it...that's it!"

"I just want to use your hand to hurt them!"

"Fang Shaoxia!"

"Forgive me!"

"Please spare me!"

Looking at Mr. Xu who was tortured by the internal power of the Wuxiang Divine Art, Fang Xing nodded.

This kid has a good mind, but his martial arts is really bad, and he is only at level seven now.

His internal strength only slightly supported the meridians in his body, but he looked like he was dying.

seriously.

Fang Xing didn't want to take action directly.

But Mr. Xu actually pretended to be cool in front of him, saying that this was an opportunity for Fang Xing to make friends with him, and he must seize it.

So Fang Xing caught him.

"You can let me go if you want."

Fang Xing took a sip of tea leisurely:
"I want to see all the martial arts you can get in Yijiang Tower!"

Mr. Xu nodded wildly, his expression twisted to the point where he was drooling.

As the son of the elder who is in charge of money and food in the sect, it is very easy for him to touch anything.

For example, the rewards that some low-level disciples earned after months of hard work have always been readily available to him.

Even martial arts are the same.

Because the elder in the sect was addicted to gambling, Mr. Xu’s father helped settle the money he owed.

Therefore, Mr. Xu wants to see martial arts, but he is just trying to show his face.

Fang Xing took back part of Mr. Xu's internal power of the Wuxiang Divine Skill and continued to sit at the table and eat.

Before getting all the rewards, half of Mr. Xu's life is in his own hands.

Mr. Xu was lying on the ground.

After a while, he got up.

He bowed to Fang and then left silently.

Mr. Xu, who was rarely hit, seemed to finally understand.

Why did his father repeatedly teach him that people without strength cannot play tricks.

Even if you have the ability to lift a thousand catties with four taels, those four taels must be weights made of fine iron.

now.

This sentence will never be forgotten even if Mr. Xu is about to die.

Because of this failure, he almost died forever.

Also.

Regarding Yijianglou's martial arts, Fang Xing actually didn't have high hopes.

A low-end Jianghu sect can only have a few fourth-grade officers in charge. How many good martial arts skills can it retain? .Fang Xing's purpose was just to understand the difference between this place and the Sanjue Sect, and by the way, know the moves and fighting methods of different martial arts.

"This counts as giving me a pillow if I feel sleepy."

"Just go for a walk and try out the process of worshiping a mountain."

An hour passed quickly.

The waiter from the inn came to clear away the dishes.

The waiter came with more than a dozen beautiful girls and started bathing the horse with a brush and a bucket.

This horse is so happy!
Take a lick on the left, take a lick on the right!
The clothes of the girls who were licked were all wet!
Fang Xing looked at it and said casually, "Don't make trouble for too long." Then he left the small courtyard and walked onto the streets of Chaojiang City.

I don’t know how many people there are in this city.

The shops on the street are one after another. If you walk a few steps, you can meet the sellers who are picking the goods. There are many people setting up stalls at the entrance of the alley, selling all kinds of shoes, socks, vegetables and fruits.

Some clothing stores have signs at the door that only women are allowed to enter, and even the waiters at the door are women.

Carriages were coming and going one after another on the street. In addition to some pickled seafood, there were also deer and fox skins bought from other places.

The more expensive goods there are, the more demand there is.

There are also sellers of fragrant wormwood water on the roadside. They say that when sprinkled on the body, it will be fragrant and repel mosquitoes.

There were also food delivery people in the pubs on both sides, carrying boxes and shouting before going out.

There's also a lot of wine here.

Fang Xing glanced over and saw that there were all kinds of bayberry wine, green plum wine, apricot blossom wine and lotus flower wine. There were no less than thirty or fifty varieties.

There are still places in the city that are responsible for auctions, but they only open in January, so it’s not the time yet.

As for martial arts schools, they are blooming everywhere. Through the wide open doors, you can see many children in their fifteenth and sixteenth years practicing martial arts together.

Further on, there are various teahouses where people can play chess, storytellers, and listen to music.

When passing by the Book Teahouse, Fang Xing went in and sat down.

[The law-abiding people are melancholy in the morning, but the strong beams sing joyfully every night.Riding a mule to benefit oneself at the expense of others, being upright and fair and starving. 】

[Building bridges and repairing roads is blind, and there are many murders and arson.I went to the West and asked the Buddha, and the Buddha said - I have no idea! 】

I drank a cup of tea and listened to a book.

Fang Xing turned around and returned to the inn.

After returning home, he sat in the yard and said nothing.

Wait until dark.

The ghost boss then moved the car to Fang Xing and came out to chat with Fang Xing.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"What are you doing when you go out and then come back like this?"

"Are you going out, Puxu?"

Fang Xing: ...

"I--"

"I'm really thinking about something seriously, you ask me if I have kidney deficiency?"

The ghost boss shook his head seriously:

"boss."

"Void is not a problem."

"I want to ask, have you gone out?"

"Can you think of a way to take me with you next time?"

"Of course, you also know that I am a serious person. I am just curious about how bad the remnants of the ancient feudal system are. I want to understand it with a critical eye."

Fang Xing glanced at the ghost boss.

"What do you think?"

"Can you live without this car?"

The ghost boss suddenly laughed obscenely:

"We can't live without you, but boss, you can bring people up."

"Sports cars can shake, carriages can also shake..."

Fang Xing:

"..."

"Fuck off!!!"

"You think of me as an actor, right?!"

(End of this chapter)