Baihua Building itself is divided into four floors.

This is quite difficult in an era when construction technology is extremely underdeveloped.

In addition to the four floors on the ground, there is another floor below the ground.

The disobedient people are still in charge, and the teaching people are closed under the ground.

And the first floor is some ordinary beauties.

The second floor is a pretty outstanding beauty.

The third floor is the most beautiful woman.

On the fourth floor is where Fan Er Gongzi Fan Helin used to feast for heavyweight guests, as well as where Fan Er Gongzi himself usually lives.

The entire Baihua Building has dragons and phoenixes carved on the pillars, and a thick carpet is laid on the ground. The candles at night are endless from morning to night, and are extremely luxurious.

At this time, three people stood in front of Baihua Building.

The person on the left is a man wearing coarse cloth clothes. He looks in his twenties and is carrying a steel knife.

The man on the right looked like he was in his thirties, wearing black clothes and a steel knife hanging around his waist.

The most strange thing is the man in the middle. The man looks only in his twenties, wearing a green dress, with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes. But the strange thing is that there are two surprisingly long swords hanging on the right side of this person's waist, which is afraid of five-foot long swords. Who can use this kind of long swords? The most strange thing is that there are four long swords hanging on the back of this person. It is equivalent to a person carrying four long swords on his body. Such outfits are simply strange.

"This is Baihua Tower." Zhang Zhuer, a man in the coarse cloth clothes on the left, said.

"What a fucking luxury, this building." Zhang Heizi raised his head and looked at it, and was also dazzling.

"It's indeed luxury. I've been in this world for so long and I've seen such a luxurious building for the first time." He Xuan raised his head and was shocked by the luxury of this building.

Zhang Heizi stood aside and felt attentive, but he heard a word. He secretly planned in his heart. He Touer said that he had been in this world for so long, and there was something wrong with this sentence. Sure enough, is He Touer the reincarnation of a god and a Buddha?

At this time, the two heroic men standing in front of Baihua Tower looked at He Xuan, Zhang Heizi, and Zhang Zhuer. They looked up and down. Zhang Zhuer on the left looked like a small farmer, and the people on the right seemed to be soldiers and could wear weapons with them. But looking at their appearance, their clothes were quite low-priced, and they were not middle and senior officers.

These are two gatekeepers who judge people by their appearance. Zhang Heizi usually spends as much as he wants to be a hundred households for a long time, so he naturally has no money to wear high-end fabrics. He Xuan himself does not require expensive clothing, only comfortable clothing, and is easy to use when fighting, so he is underestimated by ordinary fabrics all year round.

After looking up and down, the two gatekeepers defined the three of them as ordinary people and raised their hands directly: "This is Baihua Tower, which can only be entered by the powerful. You three will go wherever you are cool."

Zhang Heizi and Zhang Zhuer were originally here to make trouble. Zhang Heizi grinned and suddenly, the scabbard directly hit a big man guarding the gate, smashing the big man's shoulders to ache, and squatted down involuntarily. Then he rushed forward suddenly, hitting the big man's face with a knee, hitting the big man's face directly, and then hitting the big man's face with blood. Then another scabbard directly hit him and knocked him unconscious with a bang.

Zhang Zhuer over there is obviously not as good as Zhang Heizi and so ruthless as Zhang Heizi. However, after many years of being a hunter, he also had some ruthless strength to directly press the big man, and his fists kept greeting him on his face. The big man also screamed: "Help, someone is here to make trouble."

He shouted loudly and directly reached the entire Baihua Building.

...

A moment later, a tall middle-aged man with a scar on his face rushed over with a tall figure, looking like more than 30 bodyguards in the hospital, each rushing over with sticks.

The middle-aged man in the lead was Li Mu, a black whirlwind who was still famous in Luliang. This man had killed someone and was sentenced to a heavy sentence. However, because he was given the attention of Mr. Fan's second son, the Fan family used money, which made him lightly sentenced. After he was released from prison, he kept following Mr. Fan's second son.

The black whirlwind Li Mu first looked up and down He Xuan, Zhang Heizi, and Zhang Zhu'er. His eyes quickly swept over Zhang Heizi and Zhang Zhu'er, but fell directly on He Xuan. Years of experience in looking at people told him that this person wearing six swords was the real owner of this time.

He looked at He Xuan left and right, guessing He Xuan's identity in his heart, but he was still a little confused. Then he smiled and said, "I dare to ask which friend he is? Come to our Baihua Tower and sign up. If it is a place where our Baihua Tower is not well-received, our Baihua Tower will naturally change."

"Which road is there?" He Xuan smiled: "Don't worry about which road I am on. I'm very dissatisfied with Baihualou."

Black Tornado Li Mu repeatedly estimated that this person was still a bit unpredictable, so he restrained his temper: "I don't know what my friends are not satisfied with our Baihualou."

"I am very dissatisfied with the owner of Baihua Building, your second son Fan Helin. There is only one way to satisfy me, that is, cut off Fan Helin's dog head and give it to me as a ball to kick." He Xuan said relaxedly.

When the Black Tornado Li Mu heard this, his expression changed: "Damn, I will give you some face and give in. If you are still ungrateful, then it's no wonder. I'll send you back to the west. Brothers, you can beat me, you can kill me, I'll count it as mine." This is not the first time they beat someone to death. The Fan family is in this area, covering the sky with one hand.

Even if the boss really blames him, he was beaten to death during a group fight, and he would just be punished by any subordinate.

He had more than 30 people under him, and rushed over directly after hearing this.

Zhang Zhuer was a little stupid, and she could see more than 30 people and wanted to fight. But Zhang Heizi grabbed him: "You are stupid, do you think you are a god? You still want to fight more than 30 people."

Then, he said with a smile: "Boss, we are all mortals. It's impossible to have two to thirty, it depends on you."

He Xuan laughed and scolded: "You bastard."

The more than 30 people who were obsessed with sticks had rushed to the front. Zhang Heizi and Zhang Zhu'er had both retreated, and the sticks in their hands were swinging towards He Xuan in one go.

If it were a normal person and surrounded by so many people, I would be afraid that I would be panicked long ago. No matter how hard I could beat him, I would still be finished now.

However, who is He Xuan? When he was a pair of three hundred soldiers, he could kill more than 100 people on the opposite side, causing the opponent to collapse.

These thirty people are simply the most pediatrician.

It could have dealt with these people easily, but I wanted to try out how my defense is at 4.15, but I didn't dodge or avoid it, and let these big men's sticks hit hard on my body.

The feeling that came was very faint.

There was a faint slight pain.

He Xuan's lips showed his sharp teeth and smiled grimly: "Oh, is this your attack? How come you don't hurt after so many people and so many sticks? You can't learn your stick skills from your master's wife. Give some strength. Don't be so light."

Everyone was shocked directly.

There were about thirty people just now, and nearly ten people's sticks swept on He Xuan.

A normal person is swept, but he is afraid he will be screaming and even lying down.

However, He Xuan was swept and did not react at all, looking like he was not painful or itchy.

Is this still a human?

Among the thirty guards, more than ten more people picked up sticks and swung them heavily on He Xuan.

but!

However, He Xuan still didn't hurt or itchy, but a few sticks broke.

How is this possible? He hit him with a thick stick and was shocked!

Is this still a human?
Chapter completed!