Yunxiao City.

Bustling and lively.

A gathering of outstanding people.

On the wide river, the water rippled and thousands of sails covered the sun. It was more prosperous than any scene Ningchuan had ever seen in his previous life.

On a building boat.

Zhao Long, the leader of the Golden Tiger Gang, one of the many local gangsters in Yunxiao City, was toasting with Fang Xingzhao, the master of the list of outstanding figures, "Four Dragon Palms", who had just arrived here not long ago.

"Fang Shaoxia entered the Holy City this time for the purpose of recruiting for the Martial Alliance?"

Zhao Long did it first as a sign of respect and smiled.

He wore a dark red long-distance running suit, and wore four or five jade rings on the fingers of both hands. His left thumb had disappeared without knowing when, and there was a deep scar on his face. As his face smiled, the scar squirmed back and forth, quite a bit.

A very ferocious feeling.

"Recruitment in the Martial Alliance is only one of them. There are many talented people in the Holy City. Being able to meet more heroes is more meaningful than joining the Martial Alliance."

Fang Xingzhao spoke calmly, playing with the wine glass in his hand, and said, "Besides, I heard that not long ago, a heavy object was lost at the Wumeng headquarters. I wonder if Gang Leader Zhao has heard of it?"

"Haha, I have heard about this. It's just that there are so many people in the Holy City, and there are three religions and nine streams gathered together. It's extremely difficult to find something like that."

Zhao Long forced a smile, "At least until now, no one has been able to find any trace of this thing. Maybe it has already leaked outside."

"Gang leader Zhao is a local expert in the Holy City. Is it possible that he doesn't have any news?"

Fang Xingzhao asked.

"It's hard! It's hard!"

Zhao Long shook his head gently.

Suddenly, a member of the gang came from behind, whispered in Zhao Long's ear for a while, and then handed a note to Zhao Long.

Zhao Long looked at it carefully and found it strange.

"Fang Shaoxia, the 'Killing Fist' Wang Bao you are waiting for may not be able to come."

"Huh? Something happened?"

Fang Xingzhao frowned.

"See for yourself."

Zhao Long laughed and handed the note to Fang Xingzhao.

Fang Xingzhao took the note, glanced at it, and his face changed slightly.

"The killer boxing champion Bao fought with someone outside the city. He was accidentally seriously injured and lost his fighting power... The shooter called himself 'Shandong Jishiyu'..."

He was a bit incredible.

‘Killing Fist’ Wang Bao’s boxing skills have a strong killing intent, and his punches are unparalleled, extremely terrifying.

How difficult is it to seriously injure him and render him incompetent?

The list of outstanding figures from the three major countries combined does not exceed ten fingers.

After all, 'Killing Fist' Wang Bao is already extremely skilled in Qinggong. He can still run away if he can't be beaten. How easy is it to make him lose his fighting power?

"It seems that there is one less competitor, but who is this 'Shandong Timely Rain'?"

Fang Xingzhao thought.

He had never heard of this name.

I just don’t know if the name used is a pseudonym.

at the same time.

From other directions, news came one after another quickly.

In a remote yard.

A young man with a hero's scarf on his head and a strong black robe received the flying pigeon and took out the note on it. There was a strange look in his eyes, which was incredible.

"The killing fist was seriously injured and the combat effectiveness was lost..."

The third floor of a bustling restaurant.

Inside the bustling casino.

A young man was holding a long black knife, his voice was excited, and he was engaging in a gambling fight with others.

There were noisy shouts from all directions. Some people were buying big leopards, some were buying small leopards, and some were buying all leopards, big and small.

"open!"

The young man shouted, "Four, five, six!"

Suddenly, a beggar came quickly and handed a note to the boy.

A light flashed in the young man's eyes, "The boxing champion Leopard was seriously injured?"

The beggar nodded slightly and backed away again.

The young man touched his chin, a strange light flashed in his eyes, "It's interesting, it's really interesting. There are more and more masters. Lists of outstanding people from all over the world are gathered here. I want to see who can find such a thing, and who can be the next genius."

List…”

"Buy and leave!"

The young man opened his mouth and shouted again.

…

At the west city gate.

It's bustling and lively, with people coming and going on the streets.

As soon as we arrived in Ningchuan, we felt a sense of prosperity that was different from other places.

Regardless of the size of the city, the size of the streets, or the level of people flow, it is far from being comparable to other places, and it is obvious that people from all walks of life are here, and the accents of people coming and going from north to south on the streets are mixed together.

Ning Chuan took a deep breath, smelling the aroma of various foods in the air, and couldn't help but salivate. He wanted to find a restaurant and have a delicious meal.

However, when he thought that the poison in his body had not yet been released, he immediately suppressed his restlessness, asked someone about the location of the Wu Meng headquarters, and rushed towards the Wu Meng.

Along the way, he deliberately leaned towards the crowd, and his shoulders accidentally rubbed against many passing knights again.

【Ding!】

[Randomly paste strength value*18]!

【*19】!

【*9】

【*19】

…

There were bursts of metallic sounds.

Ning Chuan was secretly happy.

It is worthy of being the holy land of martial arts. Just walk around the streets and you can get a lot of values.

However, he still underestimated the heroes of the world, because soon he was discovered again, and he was almost regarded as a street pickpocket or a flower-picking thief.

Ning Chuan easily did not dare to continue to rub against people, so he had to rush towards the Wumeng headquarters in a slightly embarrassed manner.

Spacious mansion.

How deep.

With a frown on his face, Wu Feng was flipping through the files in the docket room, looking for all the records and clues of the theft of heavy items from the Martial Alliance in the past few days.

As he flipped through the files one after another, various deeds came into Wu Feng's mind, making him frown.

"A troubled time!"

After a long time, Wu Feng sighed.

During this period of time, things have happened one after another.

A famous master died tragically overnight, a chamber of commerce was burned down, and major forces secretly fought each other. In addition, some people risked their lives to sneak into the martial arts alliance and steal heavy objects. Are all these incidents coincidences, or are there people deliberately pulling the strings to make things happen?

He has no clue.

"Deacon Wu, someone outside said he is an acquaintance of yours and claims to be from Qingzhou County."

Suddenly, someone came to the door from outside and spoke.

When Wu Feng heard the request to see him, he was about to put it off, but suddenly his face was startled. Hearing the word Qingzhou County, he suddenly remembered it and said quickly, "Where is he? Bring him in quickly!"

"yes."

The doorman immediately stepped back.

Wu Feng was so happy that he didn't care about the file in his hand. After tidying up his clothes and hair, he immediately ran out the door.
To be continued...