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Chapter 976 Foreigners

"General, we have received a tip-off that there was a conflict between the Mud Dragon Gang and others outside the city."

The round-faced young man hurried into the county government office and bowed.

The dark-skinned warrior who was sitting in the main hall and writing on a document frowned and looked up: "It is very common for local gangs to fight. They know the rules."

Shou He was still worrying about how to report the previous case.

It was he who caught the thief.

This man committed all kinds of evil, including rape and robbery, and he was beheaded by a halberd.

However, while arresting the criminals, the official roads in the eastern suburbs were also destroyed.

"It's not a local gang. They are from outside."

"It's called 'Qingyi Building'."

The round-headed little tiger said hurriedly.

This was all thanks to the spy he had planted in the Nilong Gang, otherwise he would not have been able to know the movements of the Nilong Gang so quickly.

As for how many such seedlings there are, I'm afraid only Shou He, the king of hunters, knows the truth.

Speaking of Shou He, Xiao Huzi's face was full of admiration.

Wanning County used to be considered not chaotic until this adult arrived.

His ruthless and cunning methods immediately brought real peace to Wanning County. In particular, this gentleman himself possessed powerful strength.

His legend is still circulating in the world.

"coming?!"

Shou He suddenly stood up.

It turned out that Qingyi Tower arrived in Wanning County.

No wonder.

He had long since reined in local gangs and forces.

He doesn't care about the gunfight and can even ask the county government to clean up the mess.

But if anyone in the county is hurt, don't blame Shou He for being cruel.

Shou He put on his cloak, took the blood halberd from the hanging stand, and strode out to the door: "Call Biantou, follow me."

"Bring my unicorn horse here."

The fast horses set out from the Wanning County Government Office.

It is common to see small vendors pushing their stalls onto the official road, making the road, which should be unobstructed, even more crowded.

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

"that person……"

Shou He looked at the young man who was walking towards him with a little kid not far away.

The young man was wearing a white monk's robe.

The bald head seemed to be glowing.

The young monk he led was not at all restrained. Instead, he looked around with curiosity and pointed at Shou He and said, "Brother, that person is looking at you."

"Amitabha."

The young Buddhist lowered his brows and chanted, saying, "Don't show off when you go out."

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

"That donor has great potential, but unfortunately he is not destined to be with my Buddha."

"Let's go."

With one step forward, the young Buddhist disappeared into the alley with the little monk.

"What happened, Marshal?"

"nothing."

Shou He clenched the blood-red halberd in his sleeves and pondered in his heart: "Is this the outsider?"

"It's best not to mess with them."

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

"Can the old immortal tell where they are coming from?"

Shou He was not as frightened as at first, he knew that the old immortal had cast a spell 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 Buddha."

"I'm not sure where they are from, but the Buddhist sect in the Eastern Wasteland is relatively weak, and there are very few Buddhist disciples like this. They should be from the Middle Earth."

Shou He hesitated to speak and did not continue asking. The most urgent task was to stop the fight between the Nilong Gang and Qingyi Building.

……

"What does this mean, Boss Wang?"

Zhao Qingyi spoke in a friendly manner, bowing.

In order to borrow the passage of Qingyi Tower, he had already taken out the money and arranged everything.

Wang Yiwen also said it was fine.

The rules of the underworld are that if you take money from someone, you have to help them get rid of their misfortune. It is impossible to take the money and then not do the job.

It would be fine if he didn't do anything, but he also came here to cause trouble.

Zhao Qingyi looked at the carriage convoy that was surrounded and Boss Wang sitting on the sedan chair. The smile on his face froze and his eyes became increasingly gloomy.

Wang Yiwen, who was sitting on the sedan chair, was very tall. When he sat down, he looked like a curled-up bear.

There was a long scar on Fang Yuan's face. He looked at him sideways with sharp eyes and said in a stern voice, "This is a different time, Boss Zhao. You only said you wanted to borrow the road, but you didn't say you wanted to establish a foothold in Wanning County."

"Borrowing the road is a payment. You want to gain a foothold, not to eat from our brothers' bowls."

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

Zhao Qingyi sneered: "What a joke!"

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

"Are you representing the court?"

Wang Yiwen, who was like a bear, propped up his chin and said, "You want to take food from our rice bowl. I can't explain to my brothers. Cutting off someone's financial resources is like killing their parents. Any small scoundrel wants to come to Wanning County to get a piece of the pie. How can I, Wang Yiwen, put my face aside?"

"I only give you two choices."

"One, withdraw from Wanning County."

"Second, hand over your family martial arts manual."

Zhao Qingyi pressed the weapon at his waist.

His eyes were drooped and his palms were cold.

It’s not that he is cold-blooded, but that the sword at his waist is cold enough.

Although this ancient sword was not a magic weapon, it had accompanied him in many battles and was no longer an ordinary weapon. The moment he pressed it, murderous intent burst out.

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

It is wishful thinking to ask him to withdraw from Wanning County just because of the Nilong Gang.

To cut off someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents, to block someone's path to wealth is like exterminating my entire clan.

With the opportunity in front of him, he didn't want to conflict.

Once it starts, there has to be a fight to see who's better.

  Otherwise, if the Mud Dragon Gang leaves, there will be other forces coming to blackmail us. It is better to solve this problem once and for all today!

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

Wang Yiwen jumped down from the sedan chair like a bear, and landed heavily on the ground. He looked at Zhao Qingyi and the Thirteen Guardians behind him and said, "Your Excellency does not like fighting. If you want to fight, then fight fiercely."

"How can we fight?"

"Two wins in three games."

"If you're cruel enough, I'll 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 made crackling sounds.

"The frying pan is hot and needs something to put it in."

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

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

"Someone is coming."

Wang Yiwen turned around and greeted him.

A pale-faced young man came forward, took a long knife and chopped off the wrist, and the palm immediately fell into the oil pan.

The boy's lips were pale and his forehead was covered with sweat. His right hand was tightly clenched around his broken wrist.

The thirteen guardians behind Zhao Qingyi had different expressions.

It would be good for their reputation to let them fight, but fighting like this is not worth the effort. Besides, the young man's wrist was caught in the pot, and if anyone else comes forward, they will definitely have to surpass the other, which means they will need at least their entire arm.

"I come!"

A guard stepped forward with a deep voice.

"slow."

Zhao Qingyi held down the bodyguard, looked at Wang Yiwen, and said with a disdainful smile: "What kind of ability is it to gamble with other people's lives. You win this round. Since it is an irreconcilable conflict between Qingyi Building and Mud Dragon Gang, the next round will be a one-on-one duel between you and me. If you lose, you will die, and if I lose, I will die too!"

"Your Excellency does not like fighting."

"Since you are a dog, you are not worthy to bet with me. Call the people behind you." Zhao Qingyi was no longer angry. He seemed to be on a higher level and glanced at Wang Yiwen indifferently.

Wang Yiwen became furious and was about to explode.

"Hahaha!"

A hearty laugh came from afar.

A young man with his guards walked slowly towards them.

The young man was wearing a loose robe whose material was impossible to tell.

A purple-gold crown holds up her black hair.

He is handsome, like a star from the sky walking on earth. His speech and laughter are all the gentleness of a rich young man. I'm afraid even the most famous nobleman in the capital is not one-tenth as good as him.

"broken!"

This thought came to Zhao Qingyi's mind the first time he saw the other person.

This rich young man had no aura at all, but he had a certain quality that I had seen before...

Where is it?

Zhao Qingyi suddenly remembered.

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

"A monk?!" Zhao Qingyi's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

He thought that the nobleman behind the Nilong Gang was some noble family in the capital, or maybe even a royal relative, but he didn't expect that the person who came over was a cultivator.

A true stranger from outside the forbidden land of God.

Zhao Qingyi bowed and asked, "May I know your name, sir?"

"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: "I have no grudge against you, why did you send Boss Wang to block my way?"

Wen Zhaowu smiled and said, "I sent him, but he acted on his own initiative. I originally wanted to find him as a middleman and spend some money to buy something from you, but I didn't expect him to be greedy and actually came behind my back to rob me. It's really my fault."

Boss Wang was so scared that he knelt on the ground and dared not say anything.

"What do you want to buy, Master?"

Zhao Qingyi saw that he couldn't get away, so he could only bite the bullet and ask.

"I heard that you have a 'bronze mask' at home with a martial arts scripture engraved on it. I wonder how much it is worth?" Wen Zhaowu said in a gentle manner.

Zhao Qingyi forced a smile and said, "It's really a family heirloom and I dare not sell it to others."

His heart felt heavier.

The bronze mask was passed down from ancestors, and even the Thirteen Guardians didn't know it so clearly. How did this outsider know it, and he came to him right away to ask about the whereabouts of the bronze mask.

Wen Zhaowu's expression became serious. He looked at Zhao Qingyi as if he was looking at an ordinary person who didn't know the true immortal. He shook his head and said, "Brother, you have lived in a remote corner and have never seen the truly brilliant world. As long as you can sell me the bronze mask, my Tianmen Holy Land will give you a place as an inner sect disciple."

"You can also transform your martial arts skills into profound magical powers, embark on the path of immortality, and achieve immortality."

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 superiority and indifference in the other party's eyes, he also felt a little tempted.

It's always a gamble.

Win and rise to prominence.

The price of losing is just the bronze mask passed down from ancestors.

Zhao Qingyi pondered for a long time.

He said solemnly, "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 refused?"

(End of this chapter)