Outside Qingjiang Mansion, on the avenue where smoke and dust were floating, Xiang Yang rode on the back of the black horse, spread his right hand and placed it on his eyebrows and looked at the distance, and sighed slightly.

After taking over the task given to him by Luda, he did not need to stay in the God-Slaying Sect. He even had the newly-grabbed equipment at Luda, waiting for his triumphant return before collecting it back.

In other words, he would come out of the Qingjiang Mansion, no, it was inaccurate to say that.

To be precise, everything about his identity as a constable was taken away, and now he is a gangster who is a quilt and a quarrel.

"Fang Jiaji and Lei Jiazhuang, I feel good about being a knight who wanders around the world."

Xiang Yang muttered in his heart, and a hint of passionate blood rose in his heart. He was not born a peaceful person, and such a stimulating life was what he wanted.

Fangjiaji is not far from Qingjiang Fucheng. It is a relatively low-rise location in Gongweifucheng Town. It is located on a high slope. The nearby weeds are cleaned up and look very regular.

Not far west, the Qing River, which is surrounded by Qingjiang Prefecture and is divided into rivers with Hexi Prefecture. The vast river waves reflect dazzling light in the sunshine.

On the river, there were fishing boats and wooden boats coming and going, noisy and sensational, and the lively river fish jumped around.

Xiang Yang turned over and got off the horse, holding a goose feather knife in his left hand and a dark horse in his right hand, and walked into Fangjiaji, which was as prosperous as a small county town.

However, as an insightful person who has seen the prosperous scenery of Qingjiang Prefecture City, Xiang Yang turned a blind eye to the scenery on Fangjiajicheng tic-toe street. After finding out where Leijiazhuang is located, he left directly and headed towards his destination.

Leijiazhuang, located in the deepest part of Fangjiaji, is a large manor. As soon as Xiang Yang arrived, he saw a man dressed like a occupant sitting outside the gate sitting in front of a small wooden table temporarily moved in foreshadowing. There were several servants waiting beside him.

In the middle of the gate, a long queue of more than 20 people was lined up, each holding weapons, swords, guns, swords and halberds. There was also a fat man holding a giant hammer that was the size of a millstone, which made Xiang Yang's scalp numb.

According to his estimate, if the giant hammer is solid, it will weigh at least 300 pounds. If he knocks it out with his skills, he will be unable to resist it. He can only dodge or use skill to resist it.

"Boy, are you coming to Lei's house to beg for food?

It depends on your young age, softness, and a tiny face. Don't come to cause trouble.

Although the Lei family is rich and powerful, the money is not for nothing. In the end, it is mules or horses, so they have to take it out for a walk. The martial artists who came to the recruitment three days ago were basically injured."

Xiang Yang was very disciplined and was standing at the end of the line. A strong man carrying a machete turned his head and said coldly. He also reminded him when he saw Xiang Yang's appearance was pleasing and felt compassion.

Although the man in front of him spoke very aggressively, he was kind and did not deliberately humiliate him. Xiang Yang just smiled and nodded without replying.

In his opinion, except for the person who has some tricks with the sledgehammer, the rest are at most strong men who practice rough fists and feet, and no more than three people know internal skills. He can do anything like this.

The previous registration was registered one by one, and at the end it was Xiang Yang's turn, the accountant asked without raising his head,

"Name, age, origin, and good at martial arts."

Xiang Yang frowned and then stretched out.

"Xiang Yang, 16, is from Anyuan County, Qingjiang Prefecture, and is good at leg skills and knife skills."

Hearing Xiang Yang's young and clear voice, the accountant finally raised his head, looked at Xiang Yang with some curiosity, and said nothing else, and waved his hand.

A man in coarse cloth clothes led Xiang Yang into the manor gate, walked nearly dozens of meters away, and came to a square covered with fine sand.

In the center, a ring was built with dozens of huge bluestones. Two people holding sharp weapons were fighting together with each other, and they were pretty good.

There were many warriors who had registered like him around, more than twice as many as he had seen just now, with more than forty people standing there silently, watching the two people fighting on the stage with all their attention.

The servant who led Xiang Yang to look at Xiang Yang with a puzzled look and explained carefully,

"This is the rule set by the owner of the manor. If you want to apply for the master of my young master, you must have extraordinary force. Whoever can overwhelm the heroes can be directly selected.

If you can't, compare the number of people who defeat others, select the top ten, and finally fight to the final battle. If the young hero is interested, he can go on stage and try it out."

Xiang Yang has noticed that there should be many of these forty people who have developed internal strength, and there are also a few who even think that martial arts skills are very good. So many people are just competing for a small Zhuangzi martial arts master?

"What conditions did your house owner offer? He actually caused so many people to come to apply for the recruitment?"

The slave may not have expected Xiang Yang to ask this question. After all, there are only a few who come to apply for the application if they don’t know the conditions for the application.

"After two years of teaching, I will give you a thousand taels of silver and a hundred-year-old wild ginseng. If you run a serious way, you will rarely be treated like this."

A hero is also a human being, and he also needs to eat, drink, defecate and urinate. Unless he is a senior family, he also has to work hard for life. The conditions in Leijiazhuang are extremely generous. Most people cannot offer this condition, and at least Xiang Yang is a little moved.

"Money is second. A century-old wild ginseng is rare. It nourishes vital energy and increases blood energy. Whether it is practicing internal energy, external energy, or healing injuries, it is of great use."

The only doubt is that the conditions are so generous that they are a bit extraordinary. This is not a martial artist of the princes and nobles, but just a martial artist of the second son of the owner.

However, Leijiazhuang was originally full of doubts, and Xiang Yang didn't care. Instead, he was very excited. The resources he gave were given were definitely not allowed to be left out.

Xiang Yang looked at the forty people in front of him and smiled slightly. It was not realistic to fight forty one by one, and it might not be possible to come one by one. Quanzhen's internal strength is the most resilient and has a long stamina, which is enough to fight a protracted battle.

Just as I was thinking, there was also a movement on the Wuzi Tianshu. "Side Mission 1, I successfully accepted the position of Leijiazhuang Martial Artsman, and the mission reward was given to the Golden Pin Palm to practice for three months."

Xiang Yang was delighted. The three months of practice had already been a lot. Last time, he improved the twelve roads of Tan Le. Zhenru practiced solidly in the real world for three years, but he gave him a lot of surprises. Although this time it was only three months, it was very good.

Especially the golden-topped cotton palm is easy to learn but difficult to master, and it takes time to understand it, which is enough to save him a lot of energy on this palm technique.

Xiang Yang handed the reins of the dark horse to the servants beside him. As the two people on the ring gradually decided the outcome, the knife-holder was scratched by the man with a sword and could no longer bear it.

The man who squeezed away in front of him all the way, faced the glaring eyes of everyone, jumped lightly, jumped onto the ring, ignored the man with a knife who was beaten into a dog, and the man who rushed to the sword bowed,

"Anyuan Xiangyang, please give me advice."

The man with his arms covered with a knife jumped off the ring in disappointment, and had no face left. He bandaged the wound and hurriedly left, his back in a hurry.

On the other side of the crowd, a big man with a tiger back and a bear waist shook his head. A servant beside the person winked, and the servant picked up his pen and cut a name on a list.
Chapter completed!