The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

"Compensation, this is the compensation."

A group of big men hastily paid out tremblingly.

A group of people made up 500 taels together.

Chen Xuan snatched it away and handed it to the old man who sang the allegro, saying: "Master, this group of sons of bitches compensated you, take it, and continue singing just now, who dare not let you sing?" , first ask me if I will accept this treasured sword, remember, Laozi Wu Tiande, Qingfeng City No. 13 is the leader of Ziyi arrester, with Laozi around, no one dares to touch you!"

The old man trembled in fright, looked at the silver ingots and bank notes in his hand, and hurriedly said: "No, no, no, thank you sir, I don't want the money."

"Take it!"

Chen Xuan glared, stuffed it into his hand, then glanced coldly at the big men around him, and said with a sneer: "If I find out that this old man feels unwell tomorrow, don't blame me for killing your whole family." , even if you run away, I will issue a sea arrest document, arresting you at the ends of the earth, do you hear me?"

A group of people looked horrified.

Oh shit.

They cursed the eighteen generations of Wu Tiande's ancestors in their hearts.

What a weird headhunter!

If this old man gets sick tomorrow, will he also blame them?

Everyone secretly groaned in their hearts, knowing that they would not have stood up just now.

Chapter 68 Death by a palm shock (seeking first order)

"My lord, the little one understands, the little one understands, and I will never do anything to this old man."

A group of reckless men hurriedly bit the bullet and laughed.

Chen Xuan sneered, and said, "Since this is the case, why don't you let me go!"

A group of big men fled one after another as if they had received an amnesty.

Compared with losing some money and losing their lives, they still made money.

This head catcher is so weird!

Promoting the rule of law in Qingfeng City?

You advertise your paralysis!

Everyone cursed in their hearts and fled from here.

Chen Xuan looked at the old man and said, "Master, continue with your singing just now. Remember, under Lao Tzu's governance, you are free to sing whatever you want. The song just now is good. Go on and sing for Lao Tzu!"

The old man looked shocked, looked at the silver ingots and bank notes in his hand, and looked at the bearded head catcher, everything was like a dream, he nodded quickly.

"Yes, little old man, thank you sir."

He collected the money, turned around and continued playing the allegro.

"On February [-]nd and March [-]rd, Shaoxia Chen Xuan went down to Panshan Mountain. Shaoxia Chen Xuan really has a role. He is a chivalrous man who is worthy of a beautiful woman. One hand's swordsmanship is heaven and earth, and two palms smash mountains and rivers..."

...

Chen Xuan was secretly satisfied.

Ben Shaoxia is still a genius after all!

This is public opinion, don’t worry about whether it’s true or not, it might become true if it’s passed on, so don’t worry, take your time.

Chen Xuan pressed the official knife, left here, and continued to patrol the streets.

"Bold thief, you dare to steal other people's money, will you die?"

Suddenly, Chen Xuan shouted and chased forward.

A group of little thieves changed their expressions in fright, turned around and ran away.

...

In this way, after a whole day of publicity, Chen Xuan still never stopped, wandering the streets and alleys alone, and solved several vicious incidents.

Of course, his main purpose is to see how Niu San and Wang Liu are doing.

Niu San and Wang Liu were asked to come out to do business before, in order to tamper with the lyrics and hand them over to those storytellers and singers, so that these people can sing them on a large scale. After all, one person's power is limited.

Gather all the opera singers and storytellers in the entire Qingfeng City and sing praises to themselves every day. If this continues, sooner or later, everyone will gradually accept themselves.

With a slight smile, Chen Xuan vaguely saw a road to whitewashing.

Sunset dusk.

There is a cloud of fire burning in the sky, and the light is bright, which is really wonderful.

Chen Xuan was sitting at a roadside stall eating noodles.

Although the slenderness in this world is not as thin as in the previous life, it is still full of color, fragrance, and bouncy. The chicken sauce whetted his appetite, and he ate three bowls in a row. He was eating vigorously, when suddenly the crowd surged, Run to the front.

"Someone killed someone in front!"

"Gu Zhengyang of the Great Wilderness Sword Sect is fighting."

"The strong man on the black list has appeared!"

"World-shattering battle, go and see it!"

All kinds of voices sounded, and the crowd was all rushing forward.

Surprised, Chen Xuan put down the noodle bowl, took an ingot of silver, threw it to the shopkeeper, picked up the official knife and ran over.

His grandma's, in Lao Tzu's territory, who dares not to abide by the law?

call!

Chen Xuan followed the crowd and ran wildly all the way.

In a wide street in the city, the battle is raging.

A young man in a white dress had a cold and resolute face. He swung a white long sword in his hand, flashing pieces of bright light, and hissing across the air.

There were a total of four people besieging him, male and female, all of them were masters, their movements flickered, they were as fast as ghosts, and their moves were filled with powerful force.

One is a man with a sick face, tall and thin, with a sallow complexion, a pair of life-threatening judge's pens in his hands, hissing and cunning, aiming at the vital points of the young man who pretends to be strong.

The second one is a woman, she looks delicate, is gorgeously dressed, and has jade-like skin, but she strikes fast and ruthlessly, making it difficult to parry.