Ye Cheng's internal injuries were not serious. Although they were not fatal, they could not be recovered in an instant. Bai Baidao's injuries were quite serious. Fortunately, his internal strength was deep and the toxicity gradually subsided. Bai Chenlu was the first to recover his skills, and still had
With Lu'er not knowing martial arts, the team of three didn't move very fast.
It was almost noon when Ye Cheng and others entered the border of Jiazhou on foot and went to Mabian, the nearest town, for a short rest.
At this moment, in the streets and alleys, as long as people with weapons on their bodies are talking about the affairs of Wushuang City, each one of them speaks vividly, as if they have witnessed it with their own eyes.
Ye Cheng, who was sitting in a restaurant, looked at Bai Chenlu and Lu'er who were devouring a table of delicacies. Suddenly, his heart moved. It seemed that this was the world that should be. The real thing was to eat for survival. There was no need to eat like them.
Just for fun, just a habit.
After drinking and eating, everyone's spirits finally improved a lot, and Bai Baidao's injury also improved a lot. Although he has not yet returned to his prime, self-protection is no longer a problem.
At this moment, there was a commotion downstairs, and soon a group of people hurried up. Judging by their clothes, they were probably members of the Sichuan Gang.
These people glanced at the second floor. When they saw Ye Cheng, they immediately came over, opened a paper roll in their hands, glanced at Ye Cheng and said coldly: "Are you the watcher?"
Those who are not kind will not come. Ye Cheng nodded lightly and said: "However, I am just wondering if this friend from the Sichuan Gang has any advice?"
The man waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Lock it up and take it away!"
Bai Chenlu was startled, stood up and shouted: "What happened to the Sichuan Gang? Can the Sichuan Gang arrest people at will?"
The leading man snorted: "Yellow-haired girl, if you dare to talk too much about someone the Sichuan Gang wants to arrest, if you say anything again, I will handcuff you too!"
After that, two people rushed out from behind him, holding iron shackles in their hands, about to lock Yecheng.
Bai Chenlu frowned and was about to speak when Bai Baidao stretched out his hand to hold her down, shook his head, and then turned to the man and said: "The Sichuan Gang is one of the maintainers of order in Bashu. They are naturally fair and strict, but they cannot say that
Just arrest people, and at least give them a name, otherwise people who don’t know will think that the Sichuan Gang is relying on its strength and strength to bully the weak, and if word spreads about it, it will not be good for your gang’s reputation!”
The man glanced at Bai Baidao and said with a smile: "The old man is really good at talking. You don't have to force me with those words. The higher-ups have given orders to arrest people when they see them. If there are any problems, go to the main forum to report them. We are also following orders.
Do it!"
The two men carrying the iron mail stretched out their hands to hold Ye Cheng's shoulders. Before he could take the next step, his eyes opened angrily, a streak of blood spilled from his mouth and nose, and his face turned pale. They turned toward the Sichuan Gang people.
Fall.
Looking at this posture, everyone knew that it was Ye Cheng's hands and feet. With the sound of "choking", everyone pulled out the long knife from their waist and surrounded Ye Cheng and others.
The man stared at Ye Cheng, fearing that he would take action immediately. He secretly sighed that this errand would be difficult to handle, and he might even lose his life, and Ye Cheng could make these two people suffer without making a move.
He was seriously injured, and his martial arts skills were definitely not comparable to his, so he had to say in a deep voice: "If you hurt my disciple of the Sichuan Gang, you won't be able to escape even if you run away to the ends of the earth. Follow me back quickly, maybe we can discuss it!"
Ye Cheng smiled at Bai Baidao and said: "You go back first and discuss it with us. If the Sichuan Gang invites you, you have to give me this face. I will go with them!"
Bai Baidao nodded and said in a deep voice: "Then let's go ahead and handle the things here by yourself. If there are any problems, I will send someone to contact you!"
Picking up the bamboo hat on the side and putting it on, Bai Baidao turned around and went down the stairs. These Sichuan gang members obviously came for Ye Cheng and did not embarrass them. Moreover, although Bai Baidao was injured, he was still injured.
He still has the power of having been in a high position for a long time, and his calm and thick aura makes people understand that he is also a powerful master, so naturally he does not dare to talk too much.
Although Bai Chenlu was reluctant, she thought that there were still big things to do, and she couldn't be too affectionate, so she could only care and said: "Be careful in everything!"
Ye Cheng smiled and nodded, and after everyone left, he said to the Sichuan Gang who were standing aside: "Who is looking for me?"
"This is our gang leader Fan. Please don't embarrass us, young master. We are just following the orders from above!"
Ye Cheng's reputation is quite good in Bashu, and the skills he showed just now have already shown enough strength. These people are naturally not ignorant people, so they immediately changed their tone.
Ye Cheng nodded and said: "Gang Gang Fan is summoning me. Of course I want to give you face, so let's ask some of you to lead the way!"
The leading man secretly let out a sigh of relief. He finally completed his mission and hurriedly went down the stairs. After leaving the restaurant, he led the way for Ye Cheng and galloped towards the west.
After another half day's journey, Ye Cheng chatted with the man all the way, and finally realized that the power of the Sichuan Gang was so great. The lifeblood of the entire Bashu was in their hands, and they had been letting him
The Duzun Castle, which is deeply troubled, does not care about worldly affairs, and the Arikawa Gang is responsible for all expenses.
The Sichuan Gang is not like the Bameng League. They are all composed of Han people. The Bameng League is composed of some local tribes, among which the Qiang, Yao, Miao and Yi ethnic groups are the main ones. Their purpose is to counter the power of the Han people. However, over the years,
Well, under the coordination of Duzun Castle, we can still live in peace and coexist peacefully.
After arriving at Ganluo City in Lizhou, Ye Cheng, led by everyone, went straight to a large house in the west city.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw a martial arts field on the right. A shirtless Fan Zhuo was practicing kung fu. His muscles were well-defined and sweat was flowing down his muscles.
Fan Zhuo used an iron spear that was ten feet long. The shadows of the spear filled the sky and set off a gust of wind. The most astonishing thing was the strength of the spear, which caused an astonishing sound of breaking through the air.
When the last shot was fired, the gun shadows all over the sky suddenly disappeared, condensed into the slender gun body, and shot towards a rockery several feet away.
"Bang!"
A corner of the huge rockery was blown away, but the iron gun was not damaged at all. It plunged into a big tree and the gun tip emerged from the other side.
"Bang bang! Gang Leader Fan's deep inner strength really opened the boy's eyes!"
Ye Cheng walked over with a smile, the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, and he even wanted to fight Fan Zhuo.
A gun flew out, Fan Zhuo swung his backhand towards the weapons rack on the side, and a pair of maces fell into his hand across a distance of about ten feet.
Ye Cheng, who had a smile on his face, was suddenly startled. The giant slash suddenly appeared. He tapped the ground lightly and quickly retreated behind him. With a backhand, the giant slash fell into his hand and he slashed in front of him.
"bite!"
A precise hit hit the mace body that swept across the chest.
Ye Cheng's heart sank, and his arms were slightly numb. He didn't expect Fan Zhuo to be so fast, which was a bit out of proportion to his size.
If it hadn't been for his sharp spiritual sense just now, I'm afraid it would be difficult to detect Fan Zhuo's vague murderous aura, and he wouldn't have been able to easily block this blow. If this mace had hit his arm straight, it would probably have been short-lived.
Lost consciousness for a while.
Although he was attacked by someone, Ye Cheng did not feel unhappy at all. Thinking that he was just giving him a pillow for his sleepiness, he laughed and said: "Guangzhu Fan is so elegant and happy, I will accompany you to have fun!"
Following the force of the mace, he flew to one side without fear of the opponent's strength. With a huge slash, the huge sword energy immediately rolled up, forming a hurricane and heading towards Fan Zhuo.
The condensed sword energy formed a wall of air, which was slowly pushed forward. There was no leakage at all, and there was no strength or weakness at all. Fan Zhuo, who wanted to take advantage of the situation, was stunned and forcefully controlled it.
Holding his body, he flew up into the air, nodded and said: "Not bad, you didn't disappoint me!"
He originally wanted to force Fan Zhuo to attack, but he didn't expect to be defeated so easily. Ye Cheng wanted to laugh a little, and immediately said: "The gang leader is awesome, let's try it with the kid again!"
"What is real is imaginary, and what is imaginary is real. Everything is possible. What you see is not real, and what you hear is not imaginary. This sword is called the virtual sword!"
Ye Cheng's blood was boiling. Although he combined the strengths of the Overlord Sword Art and the Forty-Four Sword Techniques, he was not recognized by the system. Naturally, he did not create his own sword techniques. In the past, he had always felt unhappy and was not recognized by the system.
How can the recognized knife skills be counted?
But this time, the blockage in his heart suddenly cleared up. Even if it wasn't recognized, at least he had to give it a name. After all, it was enough for him to admit it himself, why do he need to admit it systematically.
With a strong step, the whole person rose into the sky. The huge slash flashed with light and shadow, and the sword energy suddenly became stronger and weaker, making it difficult for people to grasp the reality and reality in it. There was indeed a sense of ambiguity between reality and reality.
Fan Zhuo's eyes lit up in mid-air and he praised: "It's interesting! Since it's a virtual sword, let me break it with reality!"
The two maces turned quickly, wrapping Fan Zhuo tightly in it. In an instant, the energy converged into a ball, and the brilliance skyrocketed, turning into a silver metal ball.
With the courage to be invincible, Fan Zhuo slammed into the shadow of Ye Cheng's sword.
Sure enough, the shadow of the sword all over the sky disappeared instantly, and Fan Zhuo laughed and said: "It is indeed a virtual sword, haha!"
The two maces hit the giant slashing blade. The smile on Fan Zhuo's face suddenly disappeared. He quickly retracted the released internal energy, kicked up with his toes, and attacked Ye Cheng's lower abdomen.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Ye Cheng's mouth, he pressed down with his left palm, and two different spiral energies went up and down, blasting towards Fan Zhuo.
This was the first time for even Fan Zhuo to see such a weird and difficult body. Just when he was hesitating whether to attack with all his strength, he suddenly felt the two forces changing again. A chilling whirlpool appeared, and even his body was...
All the energy was sucked in, and no feeling at all existed.
Fan Zhuo suffered a secret loss from this blow. He still dared to make a big move. He quickly gathered his strength, controlled his body to fall sharply, and waved his maces up, forming a shadow of maces, as if he was afraid of being chased.
Ye Cheng's cheeks turned slightly red, and he slowly floated aside, but the light in his eyes shone even brighter. After landing, the giant sword swung back without even looking, and accurately fell into the scabbard. He said with a smile: "Thank you Fan."
