The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 131 Lei Family Village

Outside Qingjiang Mansion, on the dusty avenue, Xiang Yang rode on the back of a black horse, opened his right hand and put it on his eyebrows to look into the distance, and sighed slightly.

After accepting the task that Ruda gave him, he didn't need to stay at the God's Catchment Gate. He even left the newly received equipment at Ruda's place, waiting for him to return in triumph before getting it back.

That is to say, he got out of Qingjiang Mansion just as he got into it. No, it's not accurate to say that.

To be precise, everything related to his identity as a police officer has been taken away, and now he is a quack with the sky and the ground.

"Fangjiaji, Leijiazhuang, it feels good to be a knight-errant wandering the rivers and lakes."

Xiang Yang muttered in his heart, and a sense of enthusiasm rose in his heart. He was not a peaceful person by nature, and such an exciting life was what he wanted.

Fangjiaji is not far from Qingjiang Fucheng, and it belongs to the inner position of Gongweifu Township. It is located on a high slope, and half a mile of wild grass nearby has been cleaned up, which looks very orderly.

Not far to the west is the Qingjiang River, which wraps around the city of Qingjiang Prefecture and is governed by Hexi Prefecture. The vast river waves reflect dazzling light on the water surface under the sun.

On the surface of the river, there are fishing boats and wooden boats, noisy and noisy, and the fresh river fish are alive and kicking.

Xiang Yang got off his horse, holding the Yanling knife in his left hand, and leading the black horse in his right hand, and walked into Fangjiaji, which was as prosperous as a small county town.

However, as a knowledgeable person who has seen the prosperity and prosperity of Qingjiang Fucheng, Xiang Yang turned a blind eye to the scenery on Fangjiajicheng Jingzi Street. After finding out the location of Leijiazhuang, he left directly and headed for his destination.

Leijiazhuang, located in the deepest part of Fangjiaji in the north, is a large manor. As soon as Xiang Yang arrived, he saw a man dressed like an accountant outside the gate sitting at a small wooden table that was temporarily moved to foreshadow the record. Several servants were waiting on the side.

In the middle of the gate, there was a long line of more than twenty people, all armed with weapons, including knives, guns, swords and halberds. There was also a big fat man holding a giant hammer the size of a millstone, and Xiang Yang's scalp felt numb.

According to his estimation, if the giant hammer was solid, it would weigh at least three hundred catties. It would be difficult for him to resist with such a hammer, so he could only dodge or block it with skill.

"Boy, you also come to Lei's house to beg for food?

Seeing that you are young, soft and weak, and your face is the same, it is better not to ask for this trouble.

Regardless of how rich the Lei family was, the money was not given for nothing. In the end, it was the mules or the horses that had to be taken out for a walk. The martial artists who came to apply for the recruitment three days ago were basically all wounded. "

Xiang Yang was very disciplined and led the horse at the end of the line. A strong man with a machete in front turned his head and said coldly.

Although the man in front of him spoke very aggressively, he had good intentions and did not intend to humiliate him. Xiang Yang just smiled and nodded without replying.

In his opinion, except for the man with the sledgehammer who has some knowledge, the rest are at most strong men who practice simple fists and kicks. There are no more than three people who know internal skills. He can pick all of these people without any problem.

They registered one by one before, and finally it was Xiang Yang's turn, and the accountant asked without raising his head,

"Name, age, place of origin, good at martial arts."

Xiang Yang frowned, then relaxed,

"Xiang Yang, sixteen, native of Anyuan County, Qingjiang Prefecture, is good at legwork and swordplay."

Hearing Xiang Yang's young and clear voice, the accountant finally raised his head, looked at Xiang Yang curiously, waved his hand without saying anything else.

A man in coarse clothes led Xiang Yang into the gate of the manor, walked in for nearly tens of meters, and came to a square paved with fine sand.

In the center, there is a arena made of dozens of huge bluestones, on which two men with sharp weapons are clanging swords and fighting in a group, and their skills are not bad.

Surrounded by many warriors who have registered like him, more than double the number seen just now, there are more than 40 people, everyone stands silently, watching the two people fighting on the stage with full attention.

The servant who led Xiang Yang looked at Xiang Yang with a puzzled expression, and explained carefully,

"This is the rule set by the owner. If you want to be the master of my young master, you must have extraordinary force. Whoever can beat the crowd can be directly selected.

If not, compare the number of people who have defeated others, select the top ten, and finally have a decisive battle. If the young hero is interested, he can go on stage and try. "

Xiang Yang has already noticed that there are more than 40 people. There should be many people who have developed internal strength. There are also a few who even he thinks martial arts are very good. So many people are competing for a martial artist from a small Zhuangzi?

"What conditions did your family's owner offer? How could it attract so many people to apply?"

The slave probably didn't expect Xiang Yang to ask this question, after all, there are only a few people who don't know the conditions and apply.
"Teaching for two years, offering a thousand taels of silver and a hundred-year-old wild ginseng. It is rare for those who run the rivers and lakes to walk a decent way."

A hero is also a human being, and he also needs to eat, drink, and scatter. Unless his family is very experienced, he has to run around for a living. This condition of Leijiazhuang is extremely generous. It is impossible for ordinary people to accept this condition. At least Xiang Yang is also a little bit moved.

"Money comes second. Centuries-old wild ginseng is rare. It nourishes vitality and increases blood energy. Whether it is practicing internal or external skills, or healing injuries, it is very useful."

The only doubtful point is that the condition is so rich that it is a bit extraordinary. This is not a martial artist of a prince or noble, but a martial artist of the second son of the owner.

However, Leijiazhuang was full of doubts, and Xiang Yang didn't care. Instead, he was very excited. The free resources must not be let go.

Xiang Yang looked at the more than forty people in front of him, and smiled slightly. It is not realistic to hit forty one by one, and it may not be possible to come one by one. Quanzhen's internal strength is the most resilient, and its stamina is long enough to fight a protracted war.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was also movement from the Wordless Heavenly Book, "Submission [-], successfully applied for the position of Leijiazhuang martial artist, the task rewards the golden top cotton palm for three months of cultivation."

Xiang Yang was overjoyed, three months of training time was already quite a lot, the last time he improved his [-]-way Tan legs, it was like three years of solid training in the real world, but it was a big surprise for him, although this time It's only been three months, which is pretty good.

In particular, the Golden Top Cotton Palm is easy to learn but difficult to master, and it takes time to get used to it, which is enough for him to save a lot of energy on this palm technique.

Xiang Yang handed the reins of the black horse to the servants on the side, and watched the two people on the ring gradually decide the winner. The man with the knife was scratched on the arm by the man with the sword.

Pushing away the man in front of him all the way, facing the glaring eyes of the crowd, he leaped lightly onto the ring, ignoring the man with the knife who was beaten like a dog, and the man who charged with the sword cupped his hands,

"Anyuan Xiangyang, please enlighten me."

The knife-wielding man clutching his arm jumped off the ring in frustration, without any face left behind, he hastily bandaged the wound, and left in a hurry with his back in a panic.

On the other side of the crowd, a burly man shook his head and winked at a young man next to him, who took a pen and scratched a name on a roster.

On the ring stage, because of Xiang Yang's coming on stage, the atmosphere became lively again.

(End of this chapter)