Xian Ao

Walking out of Yanzhi Building, Liu Huzi said:

"Okay, the most troublesome Yanzhi Building has been dealt with, and the territory has been successfully accepted. That's almost it. Let's go to the next step. I will take you to our base on this street. There are our disciples from this street. They are all local snakes and know everything.

By the way, there is a deputy deacon named Motu. It turns out that he is the leader of this street. He may have some opinions about you. This person is good at a pair of Emei thorns and the hidden weapon Bingpo Shenzhen. You have to be careful."

Yu Zecheng nodded and replied:

"If he works well, I can tolerate him. If he is a demon, don't blame me."

Fu Gang on the side said:

"I have met this person during the old hall master's period. He is stingy and mean. His hidden weapon is very insidious and can fire seven poisonous needles at the same time."

Fu Gang took over here. What he said was secondary. As long as it was a kind of expression, he was willing to obey Yu Zecheng's command from now on. To be honest, Fu Gang used to look down on Yu Zecheng because he was too young, but the magic skills Yu Zecheng displayed in the rudder surprised him. Especially the fact that he treated his disciples equally and respected them as father and son, which moved him completely. He unconsciously regarded Yu Zecheng as his deacon leader.

Yu Zecheng looked back at Fu Gang when he heard this. The two of them looked at each other and understood each other.

Under the leadership of Liu Huzi, they walked for a while and came to a courtyard on Gulang Street, the third of the three streets in their territory. The original red walls and green tiles here, and the gate was cast in black iron, which was a rich family at first glance.

Liu Huzi said:

"This was originally one of the houses of the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang branch. Later, we occupied it and gave it to you as a base, but this is not for free. You have to pay a rental fee of 100 taels of silver a year.

You can live here, but it is better to live in the main helm. It is not as safe as the main helm."

Yu Zecheng nodded and said:

"I understand. We will live in the helm today. It is getting late now. Let's go back after seeing these disciples."

Liu Huzi said:

"These disciples were all selected by Motu. According to the system, you can bring 30 disciples. If you exceed this helm, you will not be given a regular silver. However, no one takes the regular silver seriously. You still have to rely on the offerings on the territory.

If you are not satisfied with these disciples, just dismiss them. There are more than 40 new disciples in the helm without a boss. You can choose them at will when you go back."

Yu Zecheng nodded, and they entered the courtyard. They saw a dilapidated scene in the courtyard. The armchairs and octagonal tables were dismantled and thrown everywhere.

There were seventeen or eighteen disciples in the courtyard, some in their forties, some in their twenties, all of them were gangsters, and at first glance they were old hands in society. When they saw them coming in, no one looked up, as if they hadn't seen them.

Liu Huzi shouted:

"This is your leader, come over and greet him."

After saying this, no one came over, and they were all doing their own things. Liu Huzi shouted again:

"Did you hear that, where is Motu? Where is he?"

The door of the mansion opened, and Motu came out, followed by more than a dozen disciples. When the other disciples in the courtyard saw him, they immediately saluted and shouted loudly:

"Hello, Deacon."

Yu Zecheng smiled, this was a demonstration to him, but he didn't show any expression. Motu came over aggressively, opened his eyes angrily, and stared at Yu Zecheng.

Yu Zecheng looked him in the eyes without flinching. The two of them faced each other, and Motu's expression of contempt gradually changed to respect. It turned out that he thought Yu Zecheng was just a young boy and didn't look up to him at all. Moreover, he was isolated from the news and no one sent him news, so he didn't know how Yu Zecheng performed in the helm.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly Yu Zecheng's blood energy moved. Motu felt that Yu Zecheng's eyes were like blood, and his eyes hurt, so he turned his head away immediately.

Suddenly, Fu Qiang and Fu Chen behind Yu Zecheng laughed, and the momentum of other disciples weakened.

Motu blinked, and the stinging feeling disappeared. He clasped his fists and said:

"I, Motu, have seen the leader."

Yu Zecheng nodded and said:

"Motu, are you the deputy deacon in the helm?"

Motu replied:

"Yes, deacon."

The word "adult" was deliberately louder to mock Yu Zecheng's young age, and the other disciples around laughed.

Yu Zecheng continued:

"Since you are the deputy deacon, you know the gang rules. Look at this stronghold. What has it been messed up by these disciples? Is there any trace of our Tiger Gang's momentum?

These utensils and furniture are all from the helm. They destroyed them like this. They don't care about the dignity of the helm. They care about the gang rules.

Look again, they are all ruffians, but they can pick up swords and shed blood for our Tiger Gang.

Motu, let me ask you, are they new to the gang recently?"

Yu Zecheng's words were louder and louder, and he used the gang rules to pressure people. Motu was speechless. Hearing this, he hurriedly replied:

"They are new to the gang and don't know the rules."

He wanted to use this as an excuse to shirk responsibility, but he didn't expect to fall into Yu Zecheng's trap. Yu Zecheng opened his mouth and shouted:

"Today, Master Cui gave instructions to properly manage the new disciples who have recently joined the helm. Don't let them be shoddy or pass off inferior ones as good ones. They must be able to fight and sacrifice their lives for the gang.

To be honest, I have some doubts about these disciples you have recruited. In accordance with the instructions of the main hall and the orders of Master Shi, I have to re-examine them. Only those who pass the test can become brothers in our helm. Are you disobeying and opposing their orders? "

As soon as he said these words, he raised the flag of Cui Hall Master Shi Tuozhu and buckled his hat. Motu was suddenly sweating and had nothing to say. Yu Zecheng added:

"Let's do this. You three, Fu Gang, Fu Qiang, and Fu Chen, come here. Anyone who can withstand ten of your moves will stay as our disciple. Master Liu from the helm will be the judge."

Fu Gang and the other three immediately clasped their fists and replied:

"Yes, follow the command of the leader."

One characteristic of the Tiger Claws practiced by the three of them is that the initial attack is sharp. If the first few moves cannot kill the opponent, there will be no killing moves later.

At this time, no one dared to underestimate Yu Zecheng. There were twenty-one disciples in the academy. Look at me, I see you don't know what to do. At this moment, two of the disciples took out some chairs and a table from the room and set up a referee table. Yu Zecheng asked Liu Huzi to take a seat, sat in the middle, and said to Motu:

"Brother Mo, come here, you sit here too, and we will judge together."

The three of them took their seats, and Yu Zecheng glanced back at the two disciples who had taken out the seats. They were both in their twenties and had nimble hands and feet, but the clothes they wore were different from those of Motu's cronies. They were extremely dilapidated and had many patches on them. At first glance, he looks like a fringe kid.

When the two men saw Yu Zecheng looking at them, they immediately nodded and smiled charmingly. Yu Zecheng nodded slightly. Motu hadn't figured out who Fu Gang was yet, which showed that he was not a good person. Apart from the fact that the clothes worn by these disciples were good and bad, it showed that he did not treat his disciples equally. It is impossible for all of these disciples to be his cronies. Naturally, some are dissatisfied with him. These two people quickly judged right and wrong, put up this rostrum, and settled the matter. This kind of vision is worth cultivating.

Fu Gang walked onto the field, and he was the first tester.

Motu looked at a strong man next to him with a certain color, and the man immediately jumped out and shouted:

"You little brat, you are so underestimated. Don't even say ten moves. Grandpa will destroy you today."

After saying that, he picked up an eyebrow-level stick and swung it towards Fu Gang. This person's stick creates wind, bringing out a gust of stick wind. You can tell the strength of martial arts by making a move. In fact, this stick is just the starting position. Judging from his unsteady steps, there are seven changes hidden behind this stick, and three murderous intentions. This should be the Yandang Sect's Panlong Stick Technique.

Fu Gang was an experienced man who could tell the opponent's strategy at a glance. He also held his breath. He had offended many people in these years due to his youth and frivolousness. He was kept in cold storage for several years and relied on small businesses to live off his life. But today he has a chance to make his mark. , How can it be embarrassing?

Without retreating or hiding, he took a step forward, stretched out his hand to grab the stick, and caught it with his iron claws. There was a loud noise, and then the tiger claws shot out repeatedly, grabbing the eyebrow-level stick in the air, and then the tiger claw hands exerted force, and there was a tiger roar. Roar, he grabbed the eyebrow-leveling stick made of nanmu and smashed it into pieces, then stepped sideways and hit him with one blow, knocking the big man down. He fell to the ground for a long time and spit out six or seven teeth. It was a lesson for him to speak arrogantly. It's better to be merciful, otherwise you can use the tiger claw hand to crush his head in one go.

The grab just now, breaking the eyebrow-level stick, was a sign of letting go of his true energy. Motu was narrow-minded and could not tolerate others. Except for a few hard-core subordinates, the others were all sycophants. This time he destroyed everyone. Calm down.

Fu Gang shouted:

"A person like this is worthy of being a brother in the gang, next."

Another person rushed out from Motu's side, holding a Bagua knife and striking Fu Gang three times. He had two blows in his hand, and the Bagua Dao snowflakes flew away. Each knife was as fast as a knife, and the true energy was released and turned into blossoming knife flowers. Fu Gang made a move to counter each other, his hands entangled with the true energy, like a tiger's huge mouth, claws and knives connected, the true energy clashed, making a loud noise.

When the two of them fought together, the Bagua Sword was weak, and the zhenqi could only be released for seven moves. Gradually, the sword flowers disappeared, and Fu Gang immediately caught the flaw and used his bare hands to break the sword with his strength. Capture the Bagua knife.

Only then did Motu come back to his senses and said:

"You, you are Iron Claw Fu Gang. We went on a mission together back then."

Fu Gang replied:

"Brother Mo just realized who I am. You are such a noble person and forget things. I saved you once."

Motu's face suddenly turned red and he said:

"He is Iron Claw Fu Gang. Several of my disciples can be his opponents. This is not fair."

Yu Zecheng smiled and said:

"Then let me take a rest, Fu Qiang."

Then Fu Gang went down to rest, and Fu Qiang came up, but no one dared to be the first to come over for advice. Yu Zecheng pointed to one of the two people who had just been rewarded, and said:

"You come."

Then he glanced at Fu Qiang, and Fu Qiang immediately understood. The man's face suddenly turned pale, and others around him burst into laughter. He gritted his teeth, picked up a single sword, and went up to compete with Fu Qiang.

His martial arts skills were mediocre, he only knew three moves and two moves, and he could chop randomly. Fu Qiang received Yu Zecheng's instructions and showed mercy, allowing him to survive ten moves in one go. Became the first disciple to pass the exam.

It took the boy a while to come back to his senses, and Yu Zecheng asked:

"Brother, what's your name?"

The boy replied:

"My name is Ma Tianyu, and I have seen many people carry the weight of others."

Yu Zecheng reached out and took out his last two taels of silver, threw it at him, and said:

"This is for you. Remember to give me a new set of clothes tomorrow. We are all brothers in the gang. We have the same clothes to wear and the same food to eat. Under my hands, I will never favor one over the other."

As soon as he said this, the eyes of many disciples around him suddenly brightened up, and their gazes towards Yu Zecheng changed.