"You dare to do this, don't you dare!" Wei Jing raised his head and bumped the beggar holding him until his nose started to bleed. He raised his hand and grabbed the wrist of the beggar in front of him and threw him hard.
He strode up to Fan Jun, pointed at his nose and cursed: "Where is Pan Yuan? Where is he hiding? How much money do you owe him? Call Pan Yuan out, I will beat him to death! You are Pan Yuan's lackey. Aren't you afraid that the brothers in the Overlord Inn will make fun of you if they find out?"
"What are you talking about, you naughty boy? Didn't I tell you that I have nothing to do with the Field Mouse Gang anymore!" Fan Jun was so angry that he grabbed Wei Jing by the collar and picked him up. The beggar behind him kept tugging at him. Shit, Wei Jing kept kicking his feet and shouted: "Ah! You said you were not a gang, so you showed your true colors! With so many people bullying me, you are clearly part of the Huakaifugui Vole Gang! And you just hang out at the Bawang Inn to cheat You eat and drink, no wonder Yu Erjiu said you have no ability!"
"What? Yu Ershan? Wasn't he injured by me? What did he say about me behind my back?" Fan Jun asked angrily. The beggars on both sides continued to pull, and some of their hands and feet even moved towards Fan Jun. Fan Jun waved his hands vigorously and pushed several beggars away, scolding: "Beggars, get out of the way!"
"Which path are you from?" "Have you never heard of flowers blooming to make you rich?" The beggars took advantage of the large number of people and did not take Fan Jun seriously at all.
"What did Yu Erzui say about me?" Fan Jun ignored the beggars and glared at Wei Jing angrily.
"Yu Erzuo didn't say it, but I guess he thought so in his heart!" Wei Jing replied loudly: "He is nearly middle-aged and a lonely man. He started a double-knife gang just to protect a group of poor neighbors in the underground lake from You are bullied by a stinky rat; you are young, strong, and highly skilled in martial arts. You bully the good guys for that nasty Pan Yuan, but you ignore your own friends and let them bully you! Yu Erjig is a real hero, and Fan Jun is a fake hero!"
"When did I become friends with you?" Fan Jun yelled.
"I had a draw with Taoist Wang last night, and Boss Wu treats me as a friend. You can help Huakai Fugui to bully me, and let everyone know that Fan Jun is helping Huakai Fugui Vole Gang to bully the friends of Bawang Inn!"
"Where did you come from? What are you doing here? Why don't you get out of here?" The tall beggar saw Fan Jun crowding among them and dominating Wei Jing. He raised his fist and punched Fan Jun. There was a bang on his face.
Fan Jun's eyes widened in anger, he slowly turned around, glanced at the tall beggar who started to beat him, threw Wei Jing down, and even hit him on the head.
"Wow!" Wei Jing rolled on the ground holding his head. Fan Jun's blow was so hard that Wei Jing's head immediately became swollen.
"You stinky guy..." The tall beggar pointed at Fan Jun and was about to curse. Fan Jun had already punched him, knocking him back several steps and then fainted to the ground.
The other beggars were frightened and angry. They raised wooden sticks and sticks to beat them, and asked loudly: "Where do you come from?"
"I'm here, Fan Jun, from the Overlord Inn!" Fan Jun shouted, punching and kicking, hitting his elbows and knees, breaking all the wooden staffs, and knocking each beggar to the ground.
In just an instant, a dozen beggars fainted and ran away, some of them were so frightened that they even peeed out.
Fan Jun crossed his hands and turned to ask Wei Jingxing for his crime. He saw Wei Jing rubbing his head and looking at him with a half-smile. Then he suddenly understood and sneered: "You thief, it turns out you are deliberately provoking me to do it for you." Fight those beggars away."
"You don't want to practice boxing, I want to give you a benefit..." Wei Jing took two steps back, touched his nose, and said: "I really tied with Taoist Wang, and Boss Wu Buxiu really recognizes me as his friend! "
As Wei Jing was talking, there was a sudden snap under his feet, and he was startled. He didn't know what it was, but there was a sudden pain in his back. He didn't know what hit him.
Fan Jun let out a sigh, strode forward, and stopped in front of Wei Jing. He grasped the air with his right hand, and when he opened his hand, he saw two small stones.
"Holy shit - Bei Xiaolu come out! Come out -" Wei Jing saw the stone in Fan Jun's hand, and immediately realized that it must be Bei Xiaolu hiding in the dark playing with the eight-handed slingshot, and a burst of anger seemed to be sprayed out from his seven orifices. Same, shouted angrily.
"She was in the tree, ah, she jumped off the tree." Fan Jun pointed to a dense tree behind the residential wall not far away.
"Stinky girl, bitch! Give me back my eight hands!" Wei Jing jumped angrily and rushed to the wall of the big tree, shouting.
"Hahahaha, you made me laugh so hard! Good luck to you. Listen, we agreed as before. Wait for me under the big tree outside Lei Mansion at dusk. The girl has other things to say." Bei Xiaolu's voice shouted from the other side of the wall. came out, and then there was no sound again.
"You fart! You are the most vicious bitch in the world. You are treacherous, cunning, despicable, shameless, filthy, disgusting..." Wei Jing shouted until his voice became hoarse.
"Calm down, she has run away a long time ago." Fan Jun laughed and asked: "You are really tied with Taoist Wang. Did Niubi drink too much?"
"I'm so angry, I'm so angry..." Wei Jing gritted his teeth and angrily took off his new clothes embroidered with tigers. He wanted to tear them into pieces, but he didn't have enough strength, so he threw it on the ground and stamped on it, then grabbed it out of his bag. Put on dirty and smelly old clothes haphazardly.
He finally remembered that this was a main road, so he didn't change his pants.
Hearing the rattling of the money bag at his waist, he remembered that it was the money that Bei Xiaolu had given him as a reward. He was so angry that he took out the money and smashed it on the ground. He kept moaning and panting.
"⋯⋯" Fan Jun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He reached out to pick up the money on the ground, patted Wei Jing's shoulder and said, "It's still early, let's go have a drink to calm your shock..."
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"I see, you are very cunning." Fan Jun nodded.
He led Wei Jing to a small shop he frequented frequently and ordered some food and drinks. After Wei Jing's anger subsided, the two gradually chatted. When they talked about the entanglement with Bei Xiaolu, Fan Jun was stunned for a moment. Tsk-tsk.
Speaking of what happened after Fan Jun left last night, Fan Jun was also very happy and said: "If you use these tricks, Niubi will definitely be angry."
"I don't care if he is angry or not, I will find Bei Xiaolu later and tear her in half!" Wei Jing snorted and ate a piece of beef.
He looked at the pair of short iron bars carried on Fan Jun's back and asked curiously: "Three times I saw you, you carried this thing on your back. What is it? Is it a weapon?"
"This is called a kidnapper, have you seen it before?" Fan Jun untied the rope on his chest and took off one of the pair of black short sticks on his back.
Wei Jing had never seen this kind of weapon before. He saw that the short stick was made of cheap thick iron and was slightly longer than half of an arm. There was nothing strange about it, but a quarter of the straight stick had an inexplicable side protrusion. A short handle at right angles to the body of the stick.
"The short section is the handle, use it like this." Fan Jun held the four-inch-long short handle, and the stick body was parallel to the outside of his arm.
Fan Jun danced around casually for a few times, and saw that the kidnapper was as dexterous as a snake in Fan Jun's hand, as if it was growing out of his arm.
Wei Jing watched and gradually saw the way out. It turned out that the crutch could be rotated at will with the handle as the axis. When the long end of the stick was pointed inward and against the elbow, the arm was like a copper wall and could be used as a shield to block weapons.
With the long end pointing outward, it's like extending your arm to hit the enemy's vital points; you can also hold the stick itself and use it as a regular short stick for thrusting and striking.
Wei Jing watched intently, marveling, and suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Knapper...that's right! If it's a kidnapper, there's no need to forge it for a long time. The iron rod is so thick that ordinary swords can cut it constantly. You're boxing Yes, with these pair of crutches in your hands, the power is several times greater! The Magic Weapon Competition does not stipulate that you must use swords, haha! Gongsun Yao can't find anyone, so naturally you are the most suitable."
"Are you talking about the Divine Weapon Competition held by Chuangtianmen in the early spring of next year?" Fan Jun was startled.
"Yes, that's it. Do you also know about this game?"
"Those propaganda posters are posted everywhere. Even the aunts on the roadside know about it. Do you know that we rely on fists, feet and weapons to make a living? Do you know how much the bounty is for the first place?" Fan Jun asked Wei Jing. .
"I don't know, it's not written on the recruitment paper."
"A full three hundred thousand silver." Fan Jun sighed, looking at the crutch in his hand, turning it left and right, and said: "It's a pity that my pair of crutches are of different quality, and their appearance is not as good as those precious swords, so I can't pass the appreciation test. ⋯⋯”
