Chapter 780

"Night Shanghai, night Shanghai, you are a city that never sleeps. The lanterns start, the music rings, the song and dance - Shengping..."

The record player at the corner was playing the latest released records. A trolleybus drove slowly through the street, and the car bell kept ringing.

A black car was waiting for a red light at another intersection. On it sat a blonde foreigner. The driver was a brown Indian ah San.

Several rickshaw drivers were arguing around a cyclist and looked very angry, while the cyclist was arrogant, took out some tickets and threw them on the ground.

The ox cart driver pulled a cart full of vegetables, smiled and bowed to a police officer.

On the other side, a row of dirty children are carrying wooden boxes and loudly soliciting pedestrians. They are shoe polishers. They can change half a steamed bread for a dime.

This is the busiest street in the public concession. The street is bustling with people. The clothes of the pedestrians are like buildings with mixed Chinese and Western styles on both sides of the street. Most of them are dressed brightly. There are spiritual guys in suits, elegant middle-aged people in Tang Dynasty coats, girls in Western lace skirts and intellectual women in tight cheongsam.

He Xie's sudden appearance was not found by anyone. However, he was dressed in medieval Westerners and soon attracted the attention of many people.

"Magic capital..."

He Xie looked around and muttered with emotion.

"There will never be a God in this world, will there?" He looked up at the sky.

It is the time of summer, with scorching sun, blue sky and white clouds.

"It's a good place to show your strength." He Xie smiled, randomly chose a direction, walked around, ignoring the strange eyes around him.

The last fight in the last world made him think a lot, but he didn't witness the bombing with his own eyes. It's really a pity.

This is the third world since Tianlong world left. He Xie set a small goal for himself - breaking the void and rising in the daytime.

This is a world of Kung Fu. It has been troubled for decades. No one can escape the melting pot of the world of mortals. The imperial dynasty collapsed and the major sects disintegrated. The superior martial arts originally existed only in the Imperial Palace and the major sects in the imperial dynasty completely walked down the altar, opened branches and leaves, and integrated into the marketplace.

With the popularization of martial arts, all kinds of Wulin experts naturally emerge. It can be said that the level of martial arts in the world is the highest in history at this age.

However, the situation is always turbulent, there are more martial arts people, coupled with the decline of morality and the progress of martial arts, which will inevitably lead to greater unrest.

Some parents in the Wulin are helpless when they see their children killed alive in the martial arts competition. Some martial arts people act as bounty killers, more join warlords to help the tyrants, or bully the market to establish gangs, and the notorious huoyun evil god slaughters his peers in the Wulin, winning the reputation of the ultimate murderer.

The entry of foreign guns and guns into the country makes the vast majority of people who are not proficient in martial arts have the idea of "useless martial arts". Therefore, whether they are tired of killing, experts who are extremely cold at high places, or the vast majority of Jianghu people with average martial arts, they have chosen to hide their names and quit the Wulin.

However, with the rapid development of the times, the traditional martial arts people can not adapt to this society and are gradually marginalized. Some of them have transferred to the catering industry and sold soybean milk fried dough sticks, some have transferred to the garment design industry and become a tailor, and some have become migrant workers.

A famous expert group couldn't find a job, so they simply went to the streets to sing.

There are also those who blend into the bourgeoisie and devote themselves to real estate and have no worries about food and clothing.

After the short-term brilliance of martial arts, thousands of horses are silent. However, this magnificent Wulin catastrophe lasting for decades makes martial arts people feel insecure. Those who are weak in martial arts are killed by those who are strong in martial arts. Most of the rest are experts.

This is the best time and the worst time.

The warriors of this era seem to be tacitly following the laws of the dark jungle, and everyone is trying to hide themselves.

When we didn't expose our Kung Fu, we all lived safely.

However, as long as Kung Fu is exposed, no matter how strong it is, it will eventually be defeated by stronger experts.

There is no strongest, only stronger.

How can he Xie not love such a world?

He Xie walked in the streets of the ten mile foreign market, enjoying the prosperity of the old days, and his heart was full of ambition.

The world is rated as the full level of high martial arts. Obviously, the level of martial arts is higher than Tianlong.

The essence of true Qi, even transformed into various forms of martial arts, also made he Xie conclude that the world is on the road of the integration of essence, Qi and spirit.

And this is exactly where he Xie is going.

This is the best world for him!

Is it the initiative to expose yourself and attract experts from all walks of life?

Or develop step by step and improve yourself in the continuous struggle?

He Xie felt that he had better be careful.

After all, courage does not mean recklessness, fearlessness, does not mean ignorance and fearlessness.

At least the identity of the old beggar who sells all kinds of Wulin secret scripts deserves He Xie's vigilance.

Then, stand firm first and then say something else.

A man must have money. He can't do anything without money. Of course, the first step for He Xie is to get money.

As a king who has experienced the knowledge explosion in the new century and has rich life experience, he Xie doesn't have too many means to make money, not too high-end.

What's more, this is the old devil's capital. There is gold everywhere. With what evil wisdom, you can quickly earn the first bucket of gold. Isn't that sprinkling water?

He decisively chose a rich family, completed the process of acting for heaven, and achieved the goal of rescuing the Jianghu.

The most primitive method is often the simplest.

However, it is worth mentioning that in order to try whether the supreme ring has any effect in this world, he Xie wore this little cute when robbing the rich and helping the poor.

Fortunately, everything was very normal. When he was stealth, he was still in the bedroom on the second floor of the villa and enjoyed a fierce war between the third aunt and the driver Ali for free.

How white

The spiritual influence is still there, but it is slightly weakened, which makes he Xie confirm his long-standing speculation that Soren's soul and consciousness still exist in the supreme ring.

This is a hidden danger, which must be completely eliminated sooner or later.

He Xie went to the bank to exchange a large amount of legal currency. After thinking about it, he called a rickshaw and went straight to the police station in the public concession.

Half an hour later, there were three more gold bars on the director's desk, and he Xie, who came out of the police station, changed into a brand-new police uniform.

Attention, it's a police officer.

In his pocket, he also carried three warrants of appointment and five blank police identity documents.

He waved, and soon a rickshaw stopped in front of him. The coachman looked at him in awe, nodded and bowed and smiled, "officer, what can I do for you?"

He Xie got into the car with a smile, put the portable wooden box to the side, sat down comfortably and crossed his legs.

"Go to the pig cage stronghold!" He said.