In the city of Quanzhou.

Zhang Xiaohu and Yi Sheng jumped out of the carriage. They had just come from Guangdong and were about to find a boat in Quanzhou to go to the Suzhou-Hangzhou area, and then set off back to Luoyang from there.

This long journey is much more convenient and comfortable than taking a boat.

"This trip was not in vain."

Yi Sheng held his poisonous sword and said to Zhang Xiaohu beside him:

"There are indeed Yixing Boxing Pavilions everywhere in this place of Guangdong and Guangxi. Although there are less information, I am lucky enough to meet someone who is really capable."

"really."

Zhang Xiaohu tightened the three treasure gloves in his hand, and was also satisfied.

He said:

"I learned Snake-shaped Fist since Panyu and got Monkey Fist in Foshan. In this way, I already have five-way Idiomatic Fist techniques.

If you can integrate it, you will make a great progress in boxing.

The Foshan martial artist also taught me the five elements of Yixingquan. Although it was just a simple taste, it really gained a lot."

"I've returned to Luoyang this time, and I want Brother Yijian to see the progress we are waiting for."

Yi Sheng laughed and walked into the inn with Zhang Xiaohu.

Just as I arrived at the door, I heard a noise.

Yi Sheng looked back and saw that there were more than a dozen rough men dressed in black dress on the street, coming from across the street and surrounding them outside a wine shop.

They shouted in local language, and the pedestrians around them were full of fear, fearing that they could not dodge.

Just like a tiger in the street.

After that, they gathered together with a bad voice, as if they were coercing a down-and-out man drinking in a street wine shop.

"People from the local Haisha Gang."

Zhang Xiaohu glanced at the embroidery on those people's clothes, and saw Yi Sheng going forward, he reached out and grabbed him and said:

"The second-rate gang, I heard that they are doing some pirate business. Don't be too troublesome, small victory, as the saying goes, strong dragons do not defeat local snakes, if there is a conflict with them here, we will suffer a loss."

"It's not that I'm troublesome, Xiaohu, look at that drunk man!"

Yi Sheng held the hilt of the sword, lowered his voice, and said to Zhang Xiaohu:

"Look at him, do you look like the Sword Lord we met in Changsha?"

"Liu Zhuoran?"

Zhang Xiaohu's face was full of surprise.

That sword king is recognized as the top spot in the world.

It is not an exaggeration to call it a master of God in a swordsmanship. In Changsha City, they both saw Liu Zhuoran fighting against seven people from the Wanpo Sect with the method of flying swords alone.

And it also won the wins neatly.

How could such a person in the cloud fall to this point?

He looked at it carefully and the people from the Haisha Gang blocked their vision, but they could vaguely see that linen gown was indeed dressed in Liu Zhuoran.

And the figure is very similar.

But the spouse bun of the past has now been dispersed and looks extremely depressed.

"Although he doesn't know me, everyone has fought the Demon Cult in Xiaoxiang. Since they have fought together, they are comrades! Although we are only a third-rate man in the world, how can we see him being so humiliated?"

Zhang Xiaohu clenched his fists.

The internal mechanism of the Sanbao gloves made a cracking sound, and a sharp thorn popped out of his fingers. He said to Yi Sheng:

"Let's go and help!

Don't use your sword. Just use the scabbard to disperse the Haisha Helpers. If you have a life in this city, it is probably difficult to get out of here."

"Oh, don't worry!"

Yi Sheng grabbed Zhang Xiaohu who was about to step forward. He took out the black facial scarf from his waist bag and threw it to Zhang Xiaohu, saying:

"Don't be recognized, as you said just now, we will suffer a loss when we get involved in local gangs."

Zhang Xiaohu tied up a facial towel to cover most of his face.

He gestured to Yi Sheng with a thumbs up, rushed forward, clenched his heavy fist, and hit it with one blow, and knocked the evil man who was pulling the drunken Liu Zhuoran's hair several steps away.

Yi Sheng also came over there with a sword, but if he didn't get a poisonous sword, he used a sword sheath.

The Yi Family Quick Sword danced like the wind, and the sea sand made people scattered.

Zhang Xiaohu carried Liu Zhuoran and shouted, and the two of them jumped into the dark alley in the city. A group of people chased and shouted and killed.

"The gang leader said it! Be sure to catch that guy!"

While the Haisha Gang was chasing, there were still people shouting:

"We must ask where the Xianshan is! Fireworks and gather people, don't let Liu Zhuoran run away!"

"Bang"

The red fireworks rushed to the sky like a ball of flowers blooming. Xiao Tie, who was looking for his master's old friend in the city, suddenly looked up and saw the fireworks explode in the air.

The Haisha Gang is only a second-rate force in Quanzhou, so naturally it will not customize the shape of a message and fireworks like the Seven Quarter Sect.

It is the most common fireworks that can be bought everywhere.

Xiao Tie grinned and reached out to touch the wine bag hanging around his waist, which contained the ashes of the mountain.

He said:

"Master, your Quanzhou is really interesting. What is the fireworks set off in broad daylight?

The chrysanthemums are blooming, and they look pretty good.”

He was at the entrance of a century-old teahouse in Quanzhou City at this time, and he didn't pay attention to the fireworks above his head. He looked back at the old shopkeeper with a crutch and was touching his beard, as if he was thinking and recalling memories.

After a few breaths, he said to Xiao Tie who was asking in front of him:

"There is indeed a Zhejiazhuang at the foot of Yutang Mountain outside this city. The prescription is several miles apart. You may as well go there to see it, and you may find the relationship between your relatives.

But it has been more than sixty years since then, and people were probably almost dead.”

"It's okay, thank you for your advice."

Xiao Tie bowed politely and gave a silver note as a thank-you gift.

This was taught by my elder brother.

In the secular world, it is a real good way to open the way.

"My master is in a hurry to go. As a disciple, I want my master to return to his roots."

He said something, which caused the old man opposite to nodded frequently.

A soft smile appeared on his wrinkled face. He touched the banknote in his hand and said to Xiao Tie:

"You guys are very familiar with things. This is a big deal of human relations and you can't tolerate carelessness. In this way, I will send you a friend to the Zhejiazhuang."

Xiao Tie thanked repeatedly.

Soon, a local guy drove a carriage and carried Xiao Tie to the outside of Quanzhou City.

Yutang Mountain is a distance from Quanzhou City, and the guy spoke another local language. Xiao Tie couldn't hear it clearly, so he sat in the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.

After having a wedding banquet at Li Yijian's house that day, he bid farewell to his elder brother and Qingqing and came to Quanzhou. He took the Heluo Gang's merchant ship, and the journey was peaceful and smooth.

It took more than ten days to arrive in Quanzhou.

Before he left, Shen Qiu gave him a set of body-building techniques called the "Holy Fire Body Forging". The technique was magical, and Xiao Tie also made rapid progress when practicing.

Shen Qiu did not hide Xiao Tie. This body-forging technique was obtained from Abed, the five-way guardian of the Holy Fire Sect.

Xiao Tie doesn't care about these things either.

He is born with strange bones and a body of brute force. This kind of superior horizontal practice skill is naturally suitable for him.

But I have encountered some bottlenecks that I don’t understand very much these days, so I need to ask my elder brother for some questions.

He was planning to return to Luoyang as soon as possible after returning to his master's fallen leaves.

As soon as the carriage left Quanzhou City, it was driving on a wide road. Before she could walk far away, Xiao Tie heard a noise and the guy who was driving the car in front also stopped.

He shouted a few words to Xiao Tie in local dialect, with a hint of fear in his voice.

Xiao Tie couldn't hear it very clearly, so he could only hear words like "sea sand" and "robbery people".

He thought he had encountered bandits on the road, so he jumped off the carriage. The Quanzhou city was prosperous and the place was peaceful, but after leaving the city, he was also inseparable from the "heroes" who robbed their families.

Xiao Tie got out of the car and realized that it was not the bandits who blocked the way.

Instead, a group of tourists from the world were blocking several passers-by outside the city. The group of people was in full force, with a large number of people, almost thirty people.

Holding things like knives, guns, harpoons and other things in hand, blocking three people at a broken tea stall on the side of the road, but they didn't dare to go forward.
To be continued...