Wei Jing ignored them and quickly stepped forward to help Shui Bantian up. Then he looked at the man sitting beside him, and saw that his skin was also dark, and his body shape and demeanor were somewhat similar to Fan Jun's. However, because he was wearing a hooded cloak, he couldn't see clearly. face.
There was a wretched boy next to the man, waving a flag with the Voles Gang's slogan on it and the words "King of the Overlord Inn Arena" at the bottom.
"How many ring champions are there in the Overlord Inn?" Wei Jingzheng felt strange, but two gang members were already attacking with their swords.
"What are you doing to stir up trouble!" Shui Bantian pushed Wei Jing away, raised the rag-wrapped thing in his hand, and stabbed the abdomen of one of the field mouse gang members. Somehow, the castration was deflected. Just hit the big ones.
The crowd let out an "ouch" and rolled over on the ground, covering their thighs with a blush between their fingers.
Wei Jing raised his sword and cut the thin-edged scimitar in the hand of another gang member in half.
The field mouse gang was startled, and retreated back to the pile of friends, looking at the remaining half of the scimitar in their hands.
"Uncle's sword is really powerful!" Wei Jing looked at the dagger given to him by his uncle and was slightly surprised.
His other long sword and two feet of black steel were hidden in the bag next to the noodle shop's seat.
Shui Bantian snorted and pulled off the rag on his long member, revealing an iron sword about three feet long.
The iron sword was a little bent, and there was some rust on the sword, making it look very ugly.
Shui raised the iron sword for a long time, but the tip of the sword kept trembling.
He was a little annoyed. He twisted his left hand heavily on his right hand holding the sword several times, and cursed angrily: "Useless body, useless hand!"
Shui Bantian said as he struggled to thrust out his sword, stabbing the shoulder of another approaching Vole Gang member.
Several members of the Vole Gang behind raised their knives and weapons and surrounded him one after another.
One of them struck Shui Bantian twice, and knocked Shui Bantian's sword out of his hand with one blow.
Shui Bantian screamed, sideways to avoid the chop from the gang, threw himself in front of a table, grabbed the chopsticks on the table, turned around a little, hit the knife-wielding gang member in the wrist, and immediately released his single sword.
"Eh!" Wei Jing exchanged swords with another gang member and cut several big cracks in his single sword. While distractedly looking at Shui Bantian's condition, he couldn't help but screamed: "Grandpa Shui, why did you take it?" Are chopsticks more powerful than a sword?"
"Fart! Fart!" Shui's face turned red for a long time, and he stabbed a member of the gang into the arm with his chopsticks. The member of the group felt like being electrocuted and bounced around in pain.
It turns out that Shui Bantian used to be very good at swordsmanship, but he has been away from the world for many years and has not practiced martial arts for a long time;
Coupled with his old age and long-term drinking, his hands were shaking badly and he could no longer hold the steel sword. However, the chopsticks were light and he could stab people in key points and knock down a few gangsters with ease.
There were only eight or nine people in this group of field mice, and they were unable to capture the old man and the young man.
The dark-skinned man who had been sitting quietly finally stood up, picked up Wei Jing by the back of his collar, and lifted him up.
Wei Jing turned around and bumped his elbow, hitting the man's cheek. The man was in pain, so he threw Wei Jing to the ground, kicked him, picked up a small stool at his feet, and was about to throw it at Wei Jing.
Wei Jing held the dagger in both hands, moved up one level, and cut off the two wooden legs of the small stool without hitting it.
The man threw away a small piece of wooden leg in his hand, showing even more anger, and pulled out the iron crutch from his back with his backhand, which was somewhat similar to Fan Jun's pair.
"Ah! Fan Jun, you bastard, why are you taking action now!" Wei Jing shouted angrily.
"What did you say?" The man held the crutch, not by the handle, but by the long end, as if he were holding a small hoe or a short sword, which was a bit funny.
He raised the kidnapper high above his head, intending to hit Wei Jing on the head. Suddenly he felt that the kidnapper had been caught. When he looked back, he saw a young man as tall and dark as him, it was Fan Jun.
The man was angry and annoyed, but he felt that Fan Jun's grip was very strong. Even though he tried his best, he couldn't get the kid back, so he asked in panic: "Who are you, your Excellency?"
Fan Jun didn't answer, but asked coldly: "What about you? Who are you? Is this how a kidnapper is used?"
"I am the king of the Overlord Inn arena, Fan Jun." The man banged his chest twice, raised his head and said, "Wang Yi with the big sword and Yu Erjie with the double sword gang were all defeated by me."
At this time, the others had stopped fighting. Wei Jing's eyes widened and he couldn't help but laugh.
Shui still didn't understand what was going on for a long time. While panting, he picked up the iron sword from the ground, holding it with his left hand and holding the chopsticks in his right hand.
The rest of the Field Mouse Gang opened their mouths wide, as if they had seen a ghost when they saw Fan Jun.
"Hmm..." Fan Jun clicked his tongue twice, still holding on to the man's crutch, and said coldly: "You are Fan Jun, then who am I?"
The man gritted his teeth, pulled out another crutch from his back, hit Fan Jun on the head, and cursed angrily: "I don't care who you are!"
Fan Jun stretched out his hand and grabbed the kidnapper as well. It was like a tug of war with the man. He grabbed a pair of kidnappers with both hands and neither of them let go.
Suddenly, Fan Jun was heard shouting loudly, using both arms to grab the two crutches and collide with each other.
The man's hands were numb and he took a few steps back. Fan Jun took away both his crutches.
"What Fan Jun is best at is the iron crutches. How come you, the king of the ring, let others snatch away the crutches so easily?" Fan Jun took a pair of iron crutches in his hands and danced around a few times.
Although the man was scared, he still argued: "You are not afraid of me, the King of the Arena..."
When Fan Jun heard that he claimed to be the king of the ring again, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the man hard in the abdomen. The man made a sound of "vomiting" and arched his body.
Fan Jun hit the man's chin with his right elbow. The man fell to the ground and fainted without saying a word.
"Xiao Wei, why are you here? This ring king is no good." Shui Bantian didn't quite understand. He looked at Wei Jing for a while and then at the "fake Fan Jun" on the ground.
"Haha! The Field Mouse Gang is really good at finding a guy to use Fan Jun's name to scare people." Wei Jing smiled and bent down, pointing at the fainted man.
Several members of the Field Mouse Gang had already exited the store, and when they saw something was wrong, they turned around and ran away.
Fan Jun quickly chased after him, and soon picked up two of the slower gang members.
At this time, the noodle shop owner was grimacing and asking his waiters to clean up the dilapidated store.
Wei Jing saw that his boss had spoken up for Shui Bantian, so he took out some money to subsidize the damaged tables and chairs of the noodle shop owner.
"Fan Jun, you are stealing everything!" Two members of the Vole Gang, one trembling with fear and the other pretending to be angry, loudly accused.
"Now that I have paid off my debt and have nothing to do with your Vole Gang anymore, how can I take advantage of it?" Fan Jun shook the collar of the gang.
"You... you only pay off the principal, and there is still a lot of interest!"
"When Pan Yuan lent me money, he didn't say there would be interest."
"Of course there is interest! Brother Pan just... just forgot to mention it."
"Really? These days, profits are rolling in, but there are also a lot of debts, right? How much do I still owe you?" Fan Jun hummed, and threw down the trembling gang members, but still carried them The gang members who reprimanded.
"There are five in total..." The crowd raised a hand, and just before they spread their fingers, Fan Jun had already punched him in the stomach with a fist as big as a bowl, and asked: "Is this enough?"
