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Chapter 217 Mingguang Armored Damo Knife

Fang Jie can see that these people have different personalities, and there are all arrogant and lazy people. Chungu is undoubtedly their backbone. This is a somewhat deformed structure but seems to be extremely stable. She has married a butcher, and she has no appearance, no good figure, and bad skin. But it seems that she is the unique goddess in the eyes of the other nine people.

After a moment of silence, Fang Jie suddenly understood.

These nine men may be very strong, but no one is convinced by each other. They may have fought countless times between them, but one cannot appear to convince everyone else. Therefore, Chungu, the only woman, became the only choice, and this woman must have something extraordinary.

It can make the other nine people lead her.

"Vegetable farmer, go and try it."

Chungu pointed at Fang and explained: "Don't be too rude, no matter whether he is the descendant of the prince or not, after all, he is a guest brought by the lame master. Please stop when you click, don't hurt anyone."

"Why me?"

The vegetable farmer was stunned and asked, pointing to the tip of his nose.

"I just said you are not as good as my butcher."

Chungu snorted coldly.

The butcher chuckled and took a step forward and said in a rough voice: "Then let me do it. The vegetable farmers' hands and feet of growing vegetables are weak, and they are all their strength to dig the cellar to store cabbage. How can they fight? He is not afraid, he has forgotten all his skills."

"Go on the side!"

The vegetable farmer stopped the butcher and snorted, "Even if I forgot about 70% of my ability, you stupid butcher are no match. Go and go, get out of the way!"

The butcher said oh, and he really got out of the way. Chungu smiled. The expression was obviously that who said my butcher was stupid?

The vegetable farmer walked up to Fang Jie, hesitated for a while and asked seriously: "The prince has three unique skills, the left-hand sword and the right-hand sword, and I don't know what it is. In short, it is three unique skills. Can you?"

Fang Jie also answered seriously: "I really don't know."

The vegetable farmer sighed and said with a sigh of relief: "Then I'll be relieved."

Fang Jie couldn't help laughing, and the others laughed even more. The solemn atmosphere of a good competition was beyond recognition by the words of the vegetable farmer.

"You're careful!"

The vegetable farmer shouted, and then suddenly disappeared. Fang Jie felt a stern in his heart and said intimately that he was so quick. This person's light skills seemed to be above the big dog, and his body disappeared without a trace. Fang Jie was wrongly tilted back half a step back, and stood up without any patches of his feet, and then he was fully alert.

"Be careful behind you!"

The voice came from behind Fang Jie. Obviously the vegetable farmer didn't want to hurt Fang Jie. He reminded him before taking action, but... he really underestimated Fang Jie. After he shouted, he expected that Fang Jie did not turn around at all, but pushed his hands side by side, using four points of force.

With a bang, his palms hit a fist. Then a scream came from him. When he looked again, the vegetable farmer turned over and fell to the ground. Obviously, he didn't expect Fang Jie to be fooled. The pain on his wrist forced him to face the young opponent. He did deliberately tease Fang Jie before, but after shouting carefully behind Fang Jie's back, his body immediately turned to Fang Jie's body. He wanted to punch Fang Jie in the chest, so that the young man knew what someone was outside.

Unfortunately, he couldn't escape Fang Jie's plan.

"You're very soon"

Fang Jie smiled and said, "But your fist is soft and weak, your skills are specialized in your skills, and once you are seen through, you will have no chance of winning."

"Not sure!"

The vegetable farmer snorted coldly, as if Fang Jie was aroused by anger. His figure disappeared again, so he would not remind Fang Jie what he would do this time. When Fang Jie was concentrating on his vigilance, the vegetable farmer had already appeared above his head. Just when the vegetable farmer was about to step on Fang Jie's head, Fang Jie suddenly made a mistake. He reached out and grabbed the vegetable farmer's ankle and then threw it to the ground.

With a bang, the vegetable farmer fell down in a very embarrassing way.

"Ahem cough cough..."

He rubbed his chest, and his face looked strange when he stood up.

"Don't be close to me, it's best to rely on the power of cultivation to attack far away."

Fang Jie smiled and stretched out one hand to clean up.

The vegetable farmer shook his head and said, "If you don't come, you won't come, I admit it's not okay? I am the weakest one. Fighting is not my strength. I am responsible for inquiring about news and monitoring the enemy's situation. They are the ones who can really fight. You, whoever you love comes, and although this kid didn't move much, I can see that his speed is not slower than me!"

He admits defeat and is open and upright.

Liba, who was standing behind everyone, walked forward a few steps and looked at Fang Jie and said, "I'll do it! You said you shouldn't be close to you. I don't believe that if you get close to you, you won't be able to beat you."

He took a step forward and punched Fang Jie's chest hard. The punch was whirring wind, but it was obviously not effective in cultivating. Fang Jie raised the corner of his mouth and smashed his right fist against Liba's fist. His fist was obviously smaller than Liba's fist, but when the two fists collided together, the result was beyond everyone's expectations.

Liba is the strongest among the ten people, and his strength is naturally his strength.

He didn't use the power of cultivation, in fact, it was because he couldn't cultivate. His arms had a thousand pounds of strength, which was his natural physique. It was Liba's pride that he could not practice and could pull a thousand pounds of strength, but if he tried his best, who could defeat him?

The two fists collided, and after a bang, Liba's arm bent backwards and couldn't resist Fang Jie's fist. Then Fang Jie stepped forward, and his shoulders hit Liba's hard chest. The tall and burly Liba immediately flew backwards and smashed a wooden table with a thump.

Chungu's eyes sterned and she exclaimed in a low voice: "What kind of physique is this?!"

...

...

The old lame man finished eating the wontons and even drank the soup. He wiped his mouth and smiled, "Actually there is no need to fight. Even if you fight one by one, Chungu may still be comparable to him. Your strength is not like this. Could it be that you have forgotten what your strongest ability is without cooperation for ten years? Before the prince took you into the palace, he trained you for half a year. Just like the 382 people who entered the palace, your strongest one is the cooperation of the ten-person team."

The old lame man spoke slightly with a sarcastic tone: "Are you really impressed yourself over the years and you are really impressed by those who have entered the palace? Their weapons, armor and weapons were also given to you according to the regulations, so I'm going to guess... Could it be that you sold them and exchanged for silver?"

"fart!"

The fortune teller said angrily: "We dare not forget the prince's original explanation at all times. Otherwise, why have we not left Chang'an City for so many years? The prince said that he wanted to go out to do things and asked us to guard the Tai Chi Palace for him. The prince was kind and kind at the beginning, so we naturally promised a fortune. If we agreed to the prince's affairs, we would not regret it! As for the 382 people who said we might as well enter the palace, and have the ability to let them come out and fight again?"

"Do you think that over the past twelve years, we have really become butchers, vegetable farmers, fortune tellers?"

After hearing this, Fang Jie was silent for a while and suddenly said to the old lame man: "Let's go."

The old lame man was stunned: "Why?"

Fang Jie said seriously: "I have no right to let them leave Chang'an and help me do things. Master asked them to guard Chang'an City, and they did it. If they left Chang'an for my sake, even if they broke their promises to Master, I don't want them to ruin their promises, and I can't think of why I can let them help me."

The old lame man hesitated for a while and said, "Okay, I have found someone for you anyway. I will naturally not care whether you need it or not. If you want to leave, let's leave."

He stood up with the wine gourd, walked to Fang Jie and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Chungu suddenly called them and chased after them and asked the old lame man: "Master Lame, there are few people who have known for the prince's arrangements for us to guard the Tai Chi Palace over the years, and you are the only one who often interacts with us. In fact, since you brought him here, we believed it six or seven points. But you also know that the prince is no longer here, we must be more cautious. If you are not careful, we may become thorns in others' side. People in the palace may not be able to tolerate us. Other forces naturally want us to join us. If we don't agree, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be a bloody river."

“The master is still here.”

Fang Jie turned around and looked at Chun Gu and said word by word: "Master is now on the prairie. More than a year ago, Master went west for the second time. Although there was no news coming, I firmly believe that he will not die. On the prairie and on the snowy mountain, no one can move him."

"The prince is still here?"

Chungu was stunned, with a sad expression: "We always thought the prince was gone."

"I am here, and the master is naturally there. I am not fake, although some of them are not worthy of their name."

Fang Jie smiled and said, "Don't worry, I firmly believe that he will return to Chang'an City."

"What do you want us to do for you?"

Chungu asked.

Fang Jie was silent for a while and replied: "Go to Jiangnan and protect a woman. Her father is Wu Yidao, the richest man in the Sui Dynasty. You should have heard of this person."

Chungu walked back and sat down silently, then looked back at everyone: "What do you mean?"

The fortune teller smiled and said, "You have made the decision for so many years, so you have the final say. If you think this young man is really the descendant of the prince, we will naturally listen to his words. Letting us do things as the descendant of the prince is not contrary to the prince's explanation. But... but if we have to think about it, if we agree, our ten years of peaceful life... will be gone."

Everyone fell silent and the atmosphere was a little cold.

"Who would like to live the current life!"

With a bang, the butcher smashed the chopping board with a punch and said, "The prince asked us to guard the Tai Chi Palace and the emperor, but it has been almost twelve years. What have we done? The pigs who kill pigs and the vegetables who sell vegetables will really live a stable and comfortable life? Fang Jie, tell us, is what we want to do contrary to the prince's wish to protect the emperor? Or... can you take us to find the prince?"

Fang Jie didn't speak for a long time, and then shook his head: "I will go to the prairie, but I don't know when."

Chungu stood up suddenly: "The emperor actually doesn't need us, right?"

"Maybe"

Fang Jie cannot answer this question.

"Who wants to stay here with all his abilities?"

Chungu looked back at them and said, "When you wanted to leave, I stopped you. Because I didn't want us to separate, nor did I want you to be the knife in the hands of others, and you would never be buried in the end. But now, Fang Jie has come. If we have to find another place to return, maybe... there is nothing more suitable than him."

"Are there any wine to drink?"

She asked Fang for explanation.

"have"

"Are there any meat to eat?"

"have"

"Do you have any money to get?"

"have"

"what else?"

She asked.

Fang Jie pointed to himself: "A friend."

Chungu smiled and said loudly: "Done!"

Liba turned around and left, smashed the cook's fire stove with one punch. He punched out a big hole, and then took out a package from it. He looked at it, gently placed it aside. He leaned over and took out the second package. The others walked over and helped him to pull out the things hidden under the fire stove.

Ten packages, ten long boxes.
Chapter completed!