I Created the Fantasy World

After some flattery, everyone in the beggar gang was very happy, and their attitude changed [-] degrees.

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18 Beggar Gang Shows Friendship (2/5)

Although the beggar gang is not very good at fighting, the information is quite well-informed. Wang Yu's friendship with the beggar gang may not be able to be used in the future.

Mixing rivers and lakes, multiple friends and multiple paths.

Although Wang Yu is conceited that he is invincible in the world, Mantuo Villa is still a little weak, and it is not advisable to set up too many enemies.

What's more, the beggar gangs in the Jinwu world are generally quite decent, serving the country and the people, and Wang Yu is not too disgusting.

"Headmaster, Chen Feng and Song Yang are dead." At this time, a disciple of the Beggar Gang came up to report.

Wang Jiantong waved his hand and said, "If you die, ask someone to bury it."

The disciples of the beggar gang took orders and left.

"Little friend, please!"

With that said, Wang Jiantong and the Beggar Gang went to the restaurant.

"Shopkeeper Zhong, ask someone to serve the food!" Wang Yu ordered.

With the order, the chefs of Songhe Tower got busy again. Above the restaurant, they shouted constantly, and everyone started drinking and punching. It was really lively.

Ah Zhu was a little scared when he saw the beggar gang, and hid behind Wang Yu, not daring to see anyone.

"Xiongtai, let's have a drink!" Qiao Feng held a bowl of wine and ran to Wang Yu's side, "Qiao Feng has grown so big, he has never seen a master as powerful as Xiongtai, today is an eye-opener. ."

"Okay." Wang Yu nodded, raised the wine bowl, and drank it all in one go.

He has begun to practice the second stage of body training, and his body is always eliminating toxins, so he will naturally not be afraid of alcohol.

"Brother, you have a good amount of alcohol, Qiao Feng worships!" Seeing Wang Yu drink up the wine without changing his face, Qiao Feng's expression became even more admirable.

When the other beggar gang members saw that although Wang Yu was handsome, but his bearing was very heroic, they felt close to each other, and held up bowls to toast one by one. For a while, Wang Yu became the center of several tables.

Ah Zhu was so happy to see that his son could become the focus of the crowd no matter where he was.

"Young Master Wang, seeing that your trump card is very heavy, this old man is very curious about how many kilograms you have?" Wang Jiantong asked.

Everyone in the beggar gang nodded, they had already tasted the pain of this trump card just now, and they were naturally curious about it.

"If everyone is interested, you might as well measure it yourself!" Wang Yu smiled and pointed to the longevity mace by the table.

Bai Shijing asked, "Really?"

Wang Yu nodded: "Of course, if you want to try, feel free to try."

Hearing this, Bai Shijing took the lead, reached out and grabbed the handle of the mace, trying to pick it up.

As a law enforcement elder of the beggar gang, he has been training his muscles and bones since he was a child, and has been cultivating internal skills for more than [-] years. Although his confidence is heavy, he can easily pick it up.

However, the next moment, he threw this thought out of the sky.

He was holding the long mace, and almost broke his wrist due to lack of strength.

Fortunately, he is also an old river and lake, and his reaction is very fast. He immediately raised his true energy and put it on his arm, and then slowly raised his mace.

Seeing his arms trembling, the blue veins on his forehead bursting out, and finally he stretched out his left hand and raised the mace above his head with both hands, and they couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Is this trump card really that heavy?

After a while, seeing Bai Shijing's shocked expression, he put down his dagger. The other elders didn't believe in evil, so they stepped forward to try.

Then, they followed Bai Shijing's footsteps one step at a time. There was even an elder who couldn't hold the long mace, and the long mace came out of his hand and almost hit his foot.

Fortunately, Wang Yu was right next to him, and he easily caught the long mace, so there was no tragedy.

In the end, someone asked, "Isn't this weapon Wang Gongzi a few hundred pounds?"

Azhu stuck out his small head from behind Wang Yu, replied in a crisp voice, and said with a proud expression, "Young Master's weapon is six hundred and twenty pounds."

"Young Master's divine power can't be compared even if the Overlord is alive." Wang Jiantong was very emotional.

Others also praised again and again, and the good words continued.

Although the people in the martial arts are powerful and their infuriating power is powerful, there are not many people who can have a strength of [-] jins in one arm.

If you want a six-hundred-pound weapon to operate freely, you have never heard of it.

In later generations, King Jinlun practiced the "Dragon-Elephant Prajna Kung Fu" with a single-handed power of nearly [-] jin.

Such power, in the world of Tianlong, is also first-class.

The wine and dishes were served one after another, and the atmosphere at the wine table became more and more enthusiastic. The Beggar Gang was very excited that they could meet a young hero like Wang Yu, and their expressions became more and more respectful.

This meal was eaten for two or three hours, until it was dusk, and the members of the beggar gang said goodbye and left.

"Young Master Wang stay, today's kindness is engraved in the heart of the Beggar Gang. Please accept this order. If there is something useful in the future, let me know, and the Beggar Gang will not refuse." The brass token was handed over.

Wang Yu took it, cupped his hands, and said, "I would like to thank everyone from the Beggar Gang."

"You're welcome, Young Master Wang." Everyone in the Beggar Gang returned their salutes with a smile on their faces, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After a while, the restaurant was quiet.

In the evening, shopkeeper Zhong arranged two rooms for Wang Yu Azhu, and the two settled here.

In ancient restaurants, there was generally no accommodation, and accommodation was an inn business. However, this was the property of the Wang family, and there were a few renovated rooms, so Wang Yu naturally didn’t need to find a place to rest.

After practicing for a while, he instructed Arjun to practice the internal power. It was not until late at night that Wang Yu took a bath and blew the lamp to rest.

"Sir, I haven't cultivated my true qi yet."

Early the next morning, Arjuna called to wash his face and said in a low mood.

Wang Yu was stunned: "You don't rest all night, you are cultivating, right?"

Arjun nodded timidly.

"Don't do this next time, just rest when it's time to take a break." Wang Yu's face became straight, "True qi practice is a test of patience, where results can be achieved overnight. The core disciples of the Jianghu faction need at least seven days. You can only cultivate your sense of qi by left and right, so don’t think about it.”

"Oh." Azhu nodded, "but I want to help the son."

Wang Yu smiled, put his hand on top of her head, and smoothed her hair: "You'll be fine. Wash your face quickly, and we'll be on our way when we go out to make some thick clothes for you."

"Yeah." Arjun was warm in his heart and nodded fiercely.

After cleaning up, the two talked to shopkeeper Zhong, bought a few thick clothes for Azhucai in the city of Wuxi, and set off on the journey again.

This walk is two days.

At night, Wang Yu and Azhu randomly found a small village to stay overnight, and continued on their way during the day.

With Wang Yu's guidance, Azhu worked very hard again, and finally felt a sense of anger in the afternoon of the second day, and the journey was much easier, and Azhu was very happy.

"Kick kick kick..."

Approaching the city, dust suddenly rose on the official road, and a group of people rushed out.

These people have weapons hanging from their waists, their faces are full of flesh, and their bodies exude a fierce aura.

There were even one or two long scars on some people's faces and arms, and at first glance they were people seeking a life on the edge of the knife.

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19 Hengxing Shang Road (3/5 Thank you for your flower monthly ticket evaluation ticket)

"Azhu, cover your eyes." Wang Yu turned around and said.

Azhu was a little reluctant: "Young Master, you have to cover your eyes again."

As he spoke, he took out a black cloth, tied it to his head familiarly, and covered his eyes.

At this time, the group of people had already rode to the front and restrained the horse, showing a pleasant surprise.

"Oh, this little girl is really handsome, and the boss is blessed today."

"Haha, yes. I don't know if we have any!"

"..."

Wang Yu's face turned cold, his figure changed, and the long mace was already smashed at the person who spoke foul language.

"bang bang bang"

How could this group of people expect the person on the other side to be so powerful? At the moment when his shadow disappeared, more than a dozen people in their group threw themselves on the horse's back and completely succumbed.

Seeing that those people's bodies were twisted and their deaths were miserable, all the bandits looked horrified, pulled out the swords in their hands, and slashed at Wang Yu.

It's just that the speed of these people can keep up with Wang Yu's movement. They didn't even touch the corner of Wang Yu's clothes, but almost cut their own people.

"Escape! Drive!"

The bandit woke up suddenly and wanted to drive away.

However, it was too late to wake up.

As soon as he caught his horse, he realized that he was the only one left at the scene, and Wang Yu's trump card had already landed on his shoulder, and he suddenly felt like a mountain was pressing down on his shoulder, unable to move.

Even the horses under him were implicated by him, and were pressed down by Wang Yu's mace.

The bandit fell off the horse and stammered in fright, "Young master, spare your life! I, I am the second head of Qingfengzhai..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Wang Yu, with the longevity in his hand, shouted violently, "Let's lead the way, let's go to Qingfengzhai!"

"Yes, yes..." The second master nodded again and again, not daring to refute at all, and climbed on a horse again to lead the way.

Wang Yu withdrew his mace, and lightly wrapped his left hand around Arjun's shoulder, easily following.

Wang Yu also thought about riding a horse, but the horses the bandits rode were just ordinary horses, which could carry seven hundred or eight pounds.

The gangster turned around and saw Wang Yu following along with a person with ease, he couldn't help but cry out in pain in his heart.

"Why did you provoke such a evil star? That's fifty good players, and they all disappeared at once!" The second master was sweating on his forehead, and he muttered in his heart, "I hope the golden bell hood of the elder brother can block him."

"Master, is it over?" Azhu tore off the cloth and asked.

"Yeah." Wang Yu nodded.