The ultimate master in the city

Yan Feng was a burly man from Shandong, not yet forty years old. He ranked second among the top ten masters on the Baixiaoseng list, but he did not belong to any sect or have any lineage. He was just a juggler, but his juggling skills were incredibly impressive. It was said that he could steal peaches from the sky and catch turtles in the sea. He carried a small short sword in his sleeve and could cut off people's heads within thirty miles. His story of fame was nine years ago in Jiazi Ridge, Shandong, when he used a small short sword to kill Huang San Niang, a weasel spirit with hundreds of years of cultivation.

As for Granny Tang, after she accepted the murder contract, she didn't know that the target was Yan Feng's sister. When she was selling bananas, she happened to run into Yan Feng. As a result, Yan Feng saw through her act and ran up to her to sell grapes, asking Granny Tang where she picked her bananas.

Grandma Tang said she didn't pick them herself, but bought them from the fruit wholesale market.

Yan Feng mocked her, saying, "What good stuff can you find in a wholesale market? I'm different. My grapes are picked from Penglai Island in the East China Sea."

The two didn't know each other at the time, and Grandma Tang was annoyed, thinking to herself, "Where did this idiot come from, talking nonsense?" She turned her head away, not wanting to talk to him.

As a result, Yan Feng picked up a bunch of grapes, shook it gently and they shimmered with golden light and emitted a wonderful aroma. He ate one and was intoxicated for a long time.

Grandma Tang pondered for a while but still couldn't figure out how the grapes could glow, so she asked Yan Feng how he did it.

Yan Feng tricked her, saying that the bananas were really picked from Penglai Island and there were plenty of them on the island. They weren't far away anyway. He suggested that she come with him to take a look and he would help her get rich.

Grandma Tang was skilled and daring, and she actually went with Yan Feng. The two of them got a small, shabby boat, sailed out to sea, and arrived at a deserted island. Then Yan Feng played a trick on her, and Grandma Tang was locked in a dark, sunless cave. He then slipped back to the island on his own.

Zhang Shisan said, "We thought Grandma Tang died on the deserted island feeding birds, but we didn't expect her to come back. This old lady is really vicious. If she wanted to harm someone, you could get poisoned just by urinating. There's no way to protect yourself from her."

Monk Yuanzhi clicked his tongue and said, "Is Granny Tang out of her mind? What's with her running around with Yan Feng like that?"

Zhang Shisan said, "You can't say that. The old lady was born before Liberation. She's very capable, but she's in her seventies or eighties and doesn't have much education. What can you expect from her?"

"hey-hey……"

The two of them started talking and laughing.

"Why am I so unlucky?" Zhou Fengchen broke out in a cold sweat, and with the toxins still lingering in his body, he fainted.

……

Zhou Fengchen woke up, not knowing how long he had slept.

It was daytime, and no one was inside. On the table next to them was a bowl of porridge and a few small dishes of side dishes, but they were all cold. The back window was cracked open, and outside, the snow was white, with a few sparrows flying around.

He stared blankly for a while, then looked at the wound on his arm. It was completely healed; the poison had been cleared away.

I rubbed my eyes, got up, put on my clothes, and quickly washed my face with the water in the wooden basin next to me.

Opening the bamboo door, I found it was still the same inn and the same room. The bustling sounds of people from the street outside drifted in, but the corridor was empty.

"Yuanzhi! Thirteen!"

He called out twice but received no response. He turned to look at the room of the little nun Kuzhu, and for some unknown reason, he ran to the door and peeked inside.

There was no one inside, but Monk Yuanzhi's worn-out shoes were placed by the bed.

Zhou Fengchen was shocked. Holy crap! The monk and the nun are living together?

Just then, the waiter came up the stairs carrying a bowl of noodles. Seeing Zhou Fengchen, his face lit up with joy, and he said in broken Mandarin, "You're finally awake!"

Zhou Fengchen nodded. "Hmm, you're awake. What does 'finally' mean? How long have I been asleep?"

The waiter put the noodles aside, held up three fingers, and said, "It's been three days!"

Zhou Fengchen slapped his forehead. Granny Tang's poison was indeed potent. He had been using the "Three Talents Returning to Origin Technique" to recuperate, and had actually slept for three whole days. Pointing to the rooms on either side, he asked, "Where are they?"

The shop assistant said, "I heard the nun passed away, and the monk and the young man next to her went to see her off."

Zhou Fengchen suddenly realized that Monk Yuanzhi had probably rented the room of Nun Kuzhu. He said "Oh," stopped eating his noodles, and turned to go downstairs.

When I got downstairs, I saw that the street was crowded with all sorts of people. Apart from the vendors selling mountain products on both sides, the passersby in the middle all seemed a bit abnormal.

Leaving aside those wearing Miao costumes, the rest were all dressed in strange and unusual ways, with some even wearing ancient attire and carrying swords...

However, most of these people are very young.

Not knowing what these people were up to, Zhou Fengchen looked down at his clothes. He had been wearing them for more than half a month without washing them. They were a bit worn and stained with blood.

It seems a bit outdated.

He squeezed into the crowd and wandered aimlessly, surrounded by strange conversations.

"Oh my! Su Xiaomei, you're here too?"

"Yes! Yes! My brother and I came to check it out. We heard it's very lively here, so we're treating it like a vacation."

"Hey? Isn't this Brother Li?"

"Oh! Brother Zhang is here too?"

What are you doing here?

"I heard that the most beautiful woman in the Miao ethnic group is looking for a boyfriend. This is so exciting, I'd like to give it a try."

"Hehe, me too!"

"Hehe." Zhou Fengchen rolled his eyes and continued walking forward.

When we arrived near the west side of the street, there was a crowd gathered in front of us, making a lot of noise and creating a lively atmosphere.

Zhou Fengchen walked over curiously and peered inside the crowd.

Inside, there was a table where two people were arm wrestling. One was a burly man, at least 1.9 meters tall, with a wad of cash next to him, who seemed to be the bookmaker. The other was shorter and rather stout.

The two were evenly matched. With a clench of his large, fat hands, he glared, panted heavily, and his veins bulged.

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The men and women watching nearby were discussing it animatedly.

One of the handsome young men, carrying a long sword, nodded while stroking his chin. "Zhang Hu of the Xingyi School dares to be the bookmaker, and his strength is indeed considerable. I wonder if Sun Yao of the Fuhu School can defeat him, and how long the two can remain locked in a stalemate."

A young man with braided pigtails and holding a Bagua compass said, "It's hard to say, hard to say. Sun has already lasted thirty seconds. If he can last another thirty seconds, he will win."

Zhou Fengchen couldn't help but say, "The banker will win in ten seconds."

The two men glanced at him, scoffed dismissively, and ignored him.

Zhou Fengchen started counting to himself, "Seven, six... three, two, one!"

Snapped!

The man who was playing the dealer slammed the other man's wrist onto the table.

Ten seconds is just right, not a second more, not a second less.

The defeated man, looking dejected, pulled out a handful of money, threw it on the table, and turned to leave.

The two young men next to Zhou Fengchen looked at him again, and their expressions immediately changed. One of them clasped his hands and said, "My name is Li Zimu."

The other one clasped his hands in a fist and said, "My name is Li Canrong. May I ask your surname, brother?"

Zhou Fengchen waved his hand, "The names aren't important. I just want to know how they compete, how much they charge per round, and whether there are any rules?"

Li Ziming said, "Win or lose, it's all one thousand; there are no rules."

Li Canrong added, "If you can hold on for even one minute without losing, that counts as a win."

"Thank you!" Zhou Fengchen nodded, his eyes shining as he looked over, thinking to himself, "Is there really such a good thing?"

At this moment, the man who ran the game clasped his hands in a fist salute and called out to those around him, "Anyone else want to play? It's a thousand yuan a round. As long as you last one minute without losing, you win!"

I like the novel "The Strongest Master in the City".