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Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty-Second: Martial Arts Contest (Forty-two)(1/2)

"Are you sure it's here?"

"Yes, it's here, I watched people enter with my own eyes."

"Okay, prepare and notify the brothers to take action. If you win the battle, you and I will be rich."

In a small manor, several people in Jianghu wearing night clothes stared at the manor greedily.

"Fugui? That's not only wealth, but the best in the world. The forty-two ninth-grade warriors died in their hands. If we grab the skills of their brothers, we can also kill the gods like killing a dog." The strong man in the lead couldn't help but say excitedly.

"Boss, if you say that, can we really grab the martial arts?" The thin boy couldn't help but question it. The forty-two ninth-grade god-driven warriors were all dead. The twenty of them, the strongest warriors who were just second-grade Zhou Tian, ​​could really grab the martial arts?

This is no different from dying.

The strong man in the lead looked at the thin boy with dissatisfaction: "Just you, the crow's mouth, we have prepared so well, how could we not be able to grab it?"

The thin boy couldn't help but be stunned. It doesn't matter if this thing is not sufficient. It can crush you with just one finger, but it's useless if you prepare enough.

"Boss, are you sure?" The young man couldn't help but suspect that the strong man was crazy and could do all this. He secretly said at night that he would bring them to make a fortune. Is he going to reincarnate together.

"I said San'er, where did you find this person? Why didn't you see him at all and just say something confused?" The strong man in the lead was even more dissatisfied.

"Since that's the case, boss, then I won't go in. Stay outside and watch you. I don't want this technique anymore. I just want to ask my brother to get the power and reward my brother with 180 taels of silver." The thin boy decided not to follow these stupid people to die. This is no longer a common sense problem, but a brain problem.

The strong man in the lead looked even worse, but after hearing the words behind, he eased a lot: "Okay, you're here to watch the wind. If there is a constable and yamen runner, you'll shout."

"Brother, don't worry, I'm in everything." The thin boy looked at the excited people of the 20-year-old, and couldn't help but think that this group was really stupid? He would definitely wait for this group of people to enter? He immediately turned around and ran away.

He doesn't know how strong a ninth-grade magic warrior is? Maybe this group of people don't know either. The strongest one is just the second-grade Zhoutian. What is the concept of this second-grade Zhoutian? That is, he has just cultivated his true qi, and the rest may not have finished practicing the first-grade body refining? There are even those who have just entered the martial arts.

The thin boy didn't know how big the gap was between the second-grade Zhoutian and the ninth-grade Shenshen? But he knew one thing, that is, this kind of behavior was simply seeking death.

He even keenly noticed something. Who was behind the scenes? The news came from Xuanyue Villa? But I don’t know that Xuanyue Villa is 108,000 miles away from his Shuihuang Township? He even didn’t even know where the so-called Xuanyue Villa was.

The day after the brothers bought this small manor, the news spread throughout Shuihuang Township. He would not believe it if no one instructed the fire later.

More importantly, this Tianlang Gang that dominates Shuihuang Township? It is these three people who are so agitated by them? They actually thought they could do this, and they kept it secretly and only told him now that they were approaching.

That's right? There are only three people in the so-called Tianlang Gang, and the rest are all unemployed vagrants who were temporarily pulled in like him? Commonly known as gangsters? The reason why they can dominate Shuihuang Township? That's because the leader of the Tianlang Gang is a second-grade Zhoutian warrior, while the remaining two are first-grade body refining warriors.

If he had known that these so-called people were all fools, he would not have agreed to join in the fun for a white bun in the morning, which would have been a waste of time.

"Good boy, it's good. As long as the matter is done, I will reward you with 180 taels." The strong man in the lead naturally narrowed his eyes with a smile and said this, but who knows in fact.

"Then thank you brother, please help me to act quickly." The thin young man naturally couldn't wait. After they took action, he naturally had to run away quickly. He always felt a chill behind his back, as if something was staring at him.

"Okay, brothers, rush with me, grab money and grain, rush." ​​The strong man in the lead seemed to be afraid that the people inside would not hear it. He held a torch, shouted loudly with a knife, and then rushed towards the gate of the small manor.

The remaining twenty people also followed closely behind and shouted loudly all the way out. In this way, they were quite a bit like the three points of the Liangshan heroes. Most of the lack of the normal brains of those Liangshan heroes was not the ones.

The thin boy took advantage of this and quickly rolled down with a donkey, disappeared in the dark, and then crawled in the opposite direction through the weeds and night.

This is simply a life-threatening group of brainless people. He thought it would be at least normal and quietly passed by. Unexpectedly, it would turn out like this. The thin young man couldn't help but keep emitting fragrance in his heart, and his heart was constantly surging.

"You run away, too."

A voice suddenly came over, and the thin young man glanced at him, and he was also a young man who was not much older than him.

"Yes, you were also tricked by those stupid guys with a white bun?" The thin young man looked at it and asked in a low voice.

"White flour bun? How could it be that I gave me a steamed bun, but I dared to cheat me." Wu Mingkong couldn't help but complain, but he didn't expect that what they gave was a white bun, but it turned into a steamed bun when he arrived. This was no longer a middleman making a difference, but it was completely a black-hearted factory that had no money.

"Then you are really unlucky. Come quickly. The one inside is a big man who is killed by the ninth-grade god. I don't know where the Tianlang Gang got the news, so I was blind." The thin young man sympathized with Wu Mingkong very much.

"No, I can't swallow it if I cheated me into a white bun." Wu Mingkong felt that this was really too cheating.

A thin young man has a black thread. Is this white bun more important than life?

But even though he heard Wu Mingkong say this, he saw Wu Mingkong leave with him through the weeds and night semen and did not do any other actions, so he understood that he was just talking.

"Your surname? It's a fate to be cheated together." Wu Mingkong tried to get his name out.

"Zhao Youfu, where are you?"

"Good name, Wu Mingkong."

After the two exchanged names, they had no topics for a while and they were busy trying hard.

Because the movement behind it had already sounded, it was basically the sound of the corpse falling to the ground.

"Brother, what are you doing on the ground? Also, where did you go today?"

In front of Zhao Youfu, a figure stopped him and then asked.

Wu Mingkong, who was next to him, got up and bounced the soil on his body: "Oh, I'm going out for a walk in the morning, and someone stopped me on the street. He said he wanted me to do something, and gave me a steamed bun and said he would come to help Ichisuke in the evening. I thought I was fine, and there was a steamed bun, so I responded by the way."

Wu Lin had a black line: "So you helped them fight our own manor?"

This made Zhao Youfu shocked all over. The three brothers of the Tianlang Gang were really stupid. Whose people have been recruited?

"I didn't know at the beginning, but I'll know when he was about to take action." Wu Mingkong felt that he couldn't blame him for this.

"Brother, do you think I can believe this? A person with a normal mind won't come. If you are not idle and cause trouble, how could such a thing happen?" Wu Lin didn't believe it. Anyone with a little IQ knew that these two people were not easy to mess with, so how could they still go to death with a gaze.

"I'm like that kind of person? I'm doing this because I want to find out which idle guy is hurting me later. We just said that the news came here. If you want to say it's a coincidence, do you believe it?" Wu Mingkong had a very good reason. He was not doing things, but doing things.

At this point, Wu Lin understood why Wu Mingkong was so unreasonable and unregular. Maybe it was because no one could beat him to death.

"Okay, go home for dinner." Wu Lin was a little overwhelmed, but he was also helpless.

"Okay, Youfu, go and have a meal with me." Wu Mingkong felt that Zhao Youfu was a talent.

Why do you say that? Those people were like a fool who were so stupid that they were so mocked by Wu Mingkong's suggestion that they were dying of the ecstasy, and they didn't realize that something was wrong at all. As a result, Zhao Youfu woke up. What does this mean? This shows that Zhao Youfu is a talented person.

"Me?" Zhao Youfu was a little unbelievable. He didn't expect that he would not have to die. This was simply a fantasy.

"Okay, I'll come right away." Zhao Youfu got up and followed Wu Mingkong. He felt that he seemed to be well developed, at least he hugged him.

"Brother, what did you find today?" Wu Lin couldn't help asking on the way back.

"Yes, I found that the tofu brain in Widow Wang's house in the village tasted good, and the buns next door were also delicious. There was also a small casino in Nan'er. I went in and tried it. The luck was pretty good. I almost broke the other party. But afterwards, I was a little unreasonable and scolded me for being a fraud. I couldn't afford to open a casino." Wu Mingkong said in a nagging manner.

Zhao Youfu couldn't help but make a fuss. No wonder the casino of Wang Lao San's family was exposed to be hit by someone at noon this day. It was this person who did it.

"Brother, have you been cheating?" Wu Lin thought for a while, but did not question Wu Mingkong because he did not do the serious business, but instead asked these trivial matters with interest.

"If you leave, otherwise how can you win? As the saying goes, nine out of ten bets will be cheated. If I don't spend a thousand, how can I win the casino and go bankrupt." Wu Mingkong admitted with confidence, not feeling ashamed at all. Instead, he looked like you can stand my side.

"Oh, how much did you win, brother?"

"Not much, I ate a bowl of tofu brain, three buns, two bowls of Yangchun noodles and hundreds of souls, and it was gone." Wu Mingkong counted what he had eaten today, converted the money he had won and it was gone.

Zhao Youfu can understand tofu brain, buns and Yangchun noodles, but what are the hundreds of souls behind? Are they new snacks?

But there is no snack called Shenghun, but he doesn't dare to ask, for fear of asking something, so he will ask him to accompany the twenty-somethings just now.

"Then are you still having a meal?" Wu Lin asked again.

"Eat it, otherwise wouldn't this food be a pity."

"It's not a pity that you won't waste any leftovers when you eat them tomorrow."

What a guy, Wu Mingkong was just damn it at that time. You were provoking his authority.

Within a few steps, the three of them returned to the small manor. When they passed by, Zhao Youfu took a closer look. He didn't know when the bodies of the 20-sized people had been dealt with, and he couldn't tell at all the way that the dead people just now were.

When I entered the small manor, it was quiet inside, without any sound, and there were only a few lanterns hanging, which looked quite cunning. When I recalled the bodies of the 20-odd people who had disappeared before, I couldn't help but make Zhao Youfu stand upright.

There was not even a maid here. Why were there no corpses of these twenty people just now? In contrast to the front and back, Zhao Youfu felt that he might have drunk a little too much water and could not hold his bladder.

Looking at the layout in the small manor, all kinds of terrifying thoughts came to my mind, especially Wu Mingkong said he was invited to dinner. As the cause and effect expanded, his thinking became divergent. Now Zhao Youfu has already figured out that the idea of ​​being the dish on the table has come.

He felt that he might have hit a ghost, and now he has entered the ghost house.

The more I thought about it, my heart became more and more trembling. Combined with the hundreds of living souls mentioned by Wu Mingkong, I was alive.

Then, following this idea, the entire small manor became yin and erect.

Just thinking about it, I was so scared that my legs were trembling a little.

It's like going to the execution ground. I feel that life is dark and my future is in the underworld. I can become a hero again in 18 years.

"Brother, why are he shaking?" Wu Lin naturally noticed Zhao Youfu's strangeness.

Wu Mingkong took a look: "I'm scared, I'll scare myself."

Wu Mingkong was not easy to explain this situation, and he scared himself and looked fun, so he didn't plan to stop him.

"Interesting, brother, you go to have a meal by yourself. I have to go back to practice." Wu Mingkong went to eat and Wu Lin did what he did with the past? He had already eaten it.

Wu Mingkong was not pretentious and waved his hand, asking Wu Lin to do whatever he should do, he was no longer a child.

Within a few steps, Wu Mingkong turned a few turns and arrived at the kitchen.

After looking at the food, I was still warming up on the stove, and I picked it up with a handful of it.

"Come on, have a meal." Wu Mingkong took another bowl and served two bowls of rice for Zhao Youfu.

Zhao Youfu only relaxed a lot at this time, at least he didn't look like he had any skulls or human eyes.

After taking the rice given by Wu Mingkong, he sensed the temperature on the bowl, and the whole person was much better, at least not cold. I heard that the ghost rice was cold and bone-bone. Although this bowl of rice was not hot, it was at least warm.

The dishes on that table are also made of meat and vegetables, because they were just taken out of the stove and were steaming.

Just like this table, in Zhao Youfu's eyes, it must be at least ten taels of silver.
To be continued...
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