"Really?" Bai Lang sighed, "But boss, could it be that the sword hidden in the wonton stall is the secret to your business for twenty years?" Bai Lang didn't have any scruples. Anyway, he felt that there were no innate masters in this place.
, he is the difficult question here.
"Why are guests like this? It's rare for them to be confused. Even villains have to defend themselves - the world is not peaceful." This middle-aged man had a good temper. Bailang glanced at him and stopped talking, but he didn't eat the bowl of wontons after all.
Bai Lang took out a few big coins, put them on the table, and then left.
"Did it have added ingredients? I think it's very possible." Bai Lang felt something but didn't take action. He felt that this city seemed unfriendly to outsiders. Otherwise, why would he give him a bowl of wontons that might have been added with ingredients? Bai Lang
He doesn't even look at what an eye-catching man he is - he is tall and strong, and although he is deliberately restrained, he still has a certain temperament, especially his face that is absolutely eye-catching. Looking horizontally and vertically, this kind of man looks like a martial arts master.
In order to avoid accidents, it is possible to defeat such a master, right?
Among those "common people", someone suddenly took action, and this time the targets were those young people and their "companions". Among the assassins who were knocked down, two of them suddenly
He stood up from the ground and launched an attack at the same time.
The boss of the wonton stall looked at Bai Lang with his hands on his sleeves. Bai Lang frowned because he felt that if he stepped out of the alley, the boss seemed to want to take action? This made Bai Lang very curious. Maybe the boss of this bowl was actually insurance.
?Commander-in-Chief? Anyway, today’s scene was indeed interesting enough.
In just the blink of an eye, half of those young people have fallen to the ground, but there are still two people fighting - these are probably the two with the best martial arts among them. One uses a sword and the other uses unarmed martial arts. It seems that
fingering.
After being suddenly attacked, the two young men's Qinggong was also very good. They dodge the attack with a swipe of their body and thrust out their swords with one finger. They were able to activate the phantom of Gang Qi. "Isn't it far from Xiantian?" Bai Lang thought to himself.
The two young men quickly gained the upper hand, and Bai Lang finally just shook his head and stepped out of the alley. Then he felt the sharp sword energy behind him. Bai Lang half turned around, and the sword energy in front of him was as cold as the moonlight.
This middle-aged man's swordsmanship didn't match his appearance at all.
"To kill him directly, it turns out that human life is worthless in this place!" Bai Lang formed a claw with one hand and grabbed it directly at the sword light. The internal force of the golden bell directly turned his arm into a cast of copper and iron, and with a flick of his finger
He then held the sword in his palm.
Although this middle-aged man's swordsmanship is very good, and he can switch between feints and real moves naturally, he is not an innate master, but Bai Lang is - so with Bai Lang's eyesight and Qi machine, he directly locked the location of his real sword, and in one fell swoop
Hold the sword energy that he sent out across all rivers and seas in the palm of your hand.
"Senior!" This middle-aged man really didn't want to be shy and shouted directly, but the fist in front of him got bigger and bigger, and after his vision went dark, he didn't know anything anymore.
Bai Lang punched the middle-aged man's head, and blood and brain matter spurted out. "Senior, who are you? Don't beep if you start." Bai Lang turned around and left. As for the fight on the street, he didn't get involved at all.
His interests were nothing more than gang assassinations and betrayals, and he did see a flash of sword light like a waterfall, and he took the sword with one finger.
Bai Lang snorted coldly. The two sides of the battle felt as if they were struck by lightning. Under the impact of the innate master's momentum, they exchanged moves crookedly, and then quickly chose a direction and ran away. "Anticlimactic!" Bai Lang said, and he
He continued to treat Shiran and prepared to find a place to stay.
If you want to be a small landowner in Jicheng and not live in vain, you must have money - is Bailang rich? For Yecheng's level, he is quite rich, and he really has a lot of money orders in his hand - this matter
It's really troublesome, because many ticket bureaus are local. If you want to take the money from Yecheng to Jicheng to use it, you either have to carry it yourself, or you can just exchange it little by little.
The exchange required a premium, and it was definitely a stupid choice to take gold and silver on the road - Bailang didn't want to carry hundreds of kilograms of gold on the road, even by boat. And he used the method of exchanging along the way, step by step
He exchanged money orders from Yecheng for money orders from major cities on the road, and then exchanged them for money orders from Jicheng Bank - in the process, he had lost more than half of his money...
"How can a congenital master be short of money?" Bai Lang's idea is very normal. Even if he joins the officialdom, there will definitely be a settlement allowance, and the salary will never be less - a congenital master will never want too little, not too much. Bai Lang is really
I have thought about learning martial arts and selling them to the emperor's family. I just want to confirm the treatment of innate masters in this world, and the ability to control them.
"Hey! Sure enough, there are innate masters!" Bai Lang, who walked away, noticed some new atmosphere in the place where he was. "As expected of the capital, innate masters will become cabbage sooner or later. If you don't have innate masters in your club, you won't be able to do anything."
Don’t take action.”
Although he told Mu Ronghua and the others early in the morning that he was going to Jicheng, the capital of the King of Yan, when he would arrive and how he would contact his teammates after arriving were all just a matter of agreement. Optimistically, he would at least be here.
It takes him a few months to get in touch with his teammates - his teammates are all from well-known families, and they are not just someone like him who can just walk away.
"Maybe you can get some martial arts here?" Bailang opened a room in the inn, "But it's so expensive. It's true that 'living in Chang'an is not easy.'" The price of an ordinary guest room is higher than that in Yecheng.
The house was still expensive. Bai Lang counted the money in his pocket and it seemed that he might be able to afford a small house with a yard.
"Let's go to the dental shop later. It's not convenient to stay in an inn...but we still have to leave money for food. Forget it, we'll go to the dental shop later." Bai Lang decided this way.
Now he is going to go out for a walk, maybe there will be any adventures? Will the bookstore in Jicheng sell martial arts secrets? Will the martial arts hall here teach martial arts - the kind that teaches you money, you have to experience it all
Fan.
Bai Lang walked out of the door and wandered around this bustling city. He walked all the way to the real city wall, the towering huge city gate where people came and went. It seemed that the soldiers guarding the gate only collected taxes from merchants who brought goods and carriages through the door.
, no money is collected from ordinary people at all.
When Bailang walked over, the soldiers actually stood upright, looking respectful. "Is this considered? The aura of my innate master?" Bailang touched his face, he was more willing to believe that it was his extraordinary handsomeness.
Reason. Not long after he entered the city, he saw a sea of people surrounding a Langfang. "What's going on? What's going on?" Bailang also squeezed in to take a look.