Gou Becomes a Boss in the Fairy World

In the early morning, when the sky was just dawn, Wang Chen quietly left the Tongfu Inn.

He didn't choose to go with the veteran's caravan anymore, lest everyone would feel uncomfortable. Anyway, as long as he walked along this road, he could reach Yancheng.

At that time, Wang Chen will just inquire about the way to Jiangyuan City.

After walking a few miles along the mountain path, he suddenly stopped and said in a deep voice, "Come out, sneaky people are no heroes!"

Wang Chen felt that someone was spying on him last night. He wondered if it was because he was afraid of Tongfu Inn, but no one came out to harass him.

And as soon as he left the inn in the morning, he immediately realized that he was being watched again.

Wang Chen came here quietly all the way, precisely for the convenience of settlement.

"Jie jie jie!"

Accompanied by a burst of hoarse and ugly laughter, figures appeared around him.

"You are Ling Zhiyuan from Anyang Ling's family!"

A middle-aged man blocked Wang Chen's way. He looked at Wang Chen with strange eyes, as if he was looking at valuable goods: "Master Ling, as long as you follow us obediently, you can save yourself the pain of flesh and blood. I advise you not to be ignorant."

Wang Chen asked indifferently, "Aren't you afraid of the Bloody Guard?"

"Blood Clothed Guard? Hahaha!"

The middle-aged man laughed loudly and said, "I'm afraid, how could we not be afraid? But we don't hurt our lives when we ask for money, and the Bloody Guards don't take it so leniently. Besides, can they still come to save you now?"

There was a trace of cruelty in his eyes: "Master Ling, I suggest you cooperate honestly, otherwise..."

"You can also receive a reward if you take the corpse back!"

At this moment, Wang Chen was surrounded by people.

In the eyes of the middle-aged man, Wang Chen could hardly fly, so he immediately yelled, "Kneel down!"

As soon as the words fell, a rapidly growing fist appeared in his field of vision.

The middle-aged man was taken aback, and instinctively raised his right arm to parry.

His reaction was quick, and he was able to protect the vitals of his face before the fist hit him.

Click!

Wang Chen's fist hit the middle-aged man's arm heavily.

This thick arm broke instantly, and the white broken bone pierced through the flesh, and pierced his eyes fiercely.

"ah!"

The middle-aged man involuntarily let out a miserable scream, threw his head back and fell to the ground.

Wang Chen, who succeeded in one blow, withdrew his fist, turned his wrist suddenly, and caught four shiny hunting darts between his five fingers.

call out! call out! call out! call out!

The next moment, four sharp hunting darts were thrown out, and the darts flew through the air, making a breathtaking roar.

The two interceptors were caught off guard, and were shot in the head, face and chest by hunting darts at the same time, and the screams rang out again.

They were only second-tier warriors, how could they stop Wang Chen from condensing the power of the evil wheel and throwing a hidden weapon, and followed the middle-aged man in front of him in the blink of an eye!

In just a few breaths, half of Wang Chen's rounders fell down.

The other three were shocked.

They thought they were catching a kitten, but the kitten turned into a tiger, and it was the kind that could eat people!

A martial artist drew out his long knife and shouted: "Let's go together and kill him!"

As a result, before he finished speaking, the other two turned around and ran away.

Everyone just eats and eats. It's fun to make money, but it's not worth it to take your life for it.

The problem is, how can Wang Chen watch them slip away?

Spreading his arms, he grasped with his left and right hands, and two shuttle guns appeared in his grasp in an instant.

"Hey!"

Wang Chen exhaled suddenly, and threw the two spears back and forth from left to right.

These weapons, including the hunting darts used earlier, were all obtained from the hunters he had killed before. They were not superior weapons, but with the blessing of the power of the Shalun, they possessed invincible power.

puff! puff!

The two escaped warriors were shot through their bodies by the shuttle gun almost simultaneously, and they were nailed to the ground alive.

Slap!

The last martial artist who was holding a long knife and was about to fight Wang Chen opened his mouth wide, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground.

When Wang Chen's eyes fell on him, he seemed to wake up from a dream, knelt on the ground with a thump, and kowtowed repeatedly: "Master, please forgive me, the villain's heart is full of lard, and he deserves to die for offending His Majesty. I just ask my lord to have a lot..."

Before he finished speaking, a hunting dart suddenly appeared on his forehead.

"Well…"

The warrior fell to the ground with his eyes open.

As a result of the last attacker, Wang Chen stepped forward and stepped on the handle of the long knife that the opponent had just dropped.

The long knife bounced, and he held it firmly in his hand.

Holding the knife in his hand, Wang Chen waved it casually a few times, and it felt quite suitable, even though it was not a magic weapon.

There was silence all around, and he looked at the forest not far to the right, and said, "Have you seen enough, Your Excellency?"

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Accompanied by rhythmic applause, a slender man walked out of the woods.

He was in his thirties, with a dignified appearance and elegant temperament, wearing a Confucian crown and a sword at his waist, a standard image of a scholar.

Scholars in Cangqing Realm are not helpless abandoned houses, basically they all know martial arts.

Although Confucianism is not as good as Military School, Legalism, and Momen, its status has never been low, whether it is in court or in Jianghu.

Wang Chen, who is Ling Zhiyuan, has always wanted to be such a person.

"Unexpectedly, Anyang Ling's son is not the mud that is rumored to be unable to support the wall."

The man with the Confucian crown looked at Wang Chen with strange eyes, both surprised and regretful: "Hide your strengths and bide your time, you should be a good seedling of my Confucianism, but it's a pity that you colluded with Xue Yiwei..."

He shook his head: "Qing is a good talent, why would you do anything for a tiger!"

"You talk too much nonsense."

Wang Chen flashed his sword: "If you want to fight, fight!"

The man with the crown of Confucianism smiled slightly, and said, "Ling Zhiyuan, I'm curious, where did you, a son of your noble family, learn the tricks of charlatans like the art of hiding objects?"

His gaze instantly became fierce, as if he wanted to pierce Wang Chen's internal organs!

"The Art of Hiding Artifacts?"

Suddenly, the long knife in Wang Chen's hand disappeared, and then reappeared.

What he used was not the art of hiding objects, but the storage space that comes with Liuhe Great Seal.

Although this storage space is not large in volume, it is more convenient and practical than a storage bag. As long as Wang Chen has a thought, he can store and retrieve items at any time.

The cost is to consume potential points.

Wang Chen noticed the greed in the other party's eyes, and couldn't help laughing: "It's a dignified way to say it, but you just want my art of hiding objects, so you can get it yourself if you have the ability!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Chen suddenly threw the long knife in his hand at the opponent.

At the same time, he rushed forward with the momentum of a tiger fighting a rabbit, and rushed towards the pretender in front of him!

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The second one is delivered.