Half a year ago, this guy ran to Beijing and lived at the Duke of Dingguo's mansion.

Anyway, they are all old ancestors, and they can't write two characters Xu, and they can't get them back from Nanjing, so they ask the Duke Ding of the capital to take care of them.

Although Nanjing is prosperous, it is less powerful than the capital. The northerners are rough and bold, and there are many nobles in the capital, and the playboys are easy to cause trouble.

Xu Hongyu fell in love with the capital all at once. There are so many street martial arts heroes who want to make friends with, and there are so many hooligans and gangsters. The street bully and evil young man is waiting for me to "hoe". This is not a good place to become famous!

So, Xu Hongyu wandered all day long in the streets and alleys of the capital, and began his madness career as a "repelling the strong and helping the weak".

Here, a young man smiled and said, "Hey, this little lady on the field looks great!"

Before he finished speaking, a fist hit the face, and blood splattered in the nose, and amid the pain, Xu Daxia's cold voice sounded, "Teaching a good woman, I'll beat you up and your face is full of peach blossoms."

A gangster here just took the fruit on his stall for nothing and ate it while walking. Xu Daxia rushed over from behind, kicking him a dog and chewing his poop, and his front teeth fell off.

"I saw injustice on the road and drew my sword to help me. How could I allow the worldly unfairness?" After Xu's punches and kicks, he took away the money from the gangster, threw it to the stunned stall owner, and turned around and left with ease.

The gangsters beat him in vain, but the second generation ancestor of the Xungui family also let Xu Daxia deal with it, so he could only come out to wipe his butt.

The Duke of Wei also sent people to Beijing to bring Xu Daxia back to Nanjing. But he dared not be soft or hard. Xu Daxia could always escape halfway and return to the capital to be a hero.

Don’t say that Xu Daxia really made a name for himself in the capital, or he founded it himself.

"Zhencheng West" is just a word different from the meat-selling person who was killed by Lutixia's three punches. It is estimated that Xu Hongyu also wants to take advantage of the popularity, after all, the storytelling "Water Margin" is still very popular.

Knowing the origin of Xu Hongyu, Zhang Zongbao grinned and mocked: "Stay in the west of the city, go here to be a big soldier, and you're not going to be a big shot!"

Zhang Junneng laughed twice, suddenly his face changed, and he whispered: "Stop talking, that bastard is here."

Xu Hongyu, wearing a fat red jacket, walked up to the deck with his head held high and his chest raised. There was also a follower behind him, a very strong and honest boy following him happily.

Compared with the trio of Fatty Zhao, Xu Hongyu's mental state is very different. He is not like a person who is suffering from hardships and reforms. Instead, he looks at the gods flying, and is as happy as a fish in water.

An officer came towards him. Xu Hongyu hurriedly put away his arrogant attitude and saluted respectfully, "I have met the adults."

The officer nodded and said, "I don't have time today. I will tell you the key points of fighting in the battle formation if I have time."

Xu Hongyu said: "Don't worry, don't worry, so go and do it."

The officer took two steps, stopped again, and said, "Actually, it's simple. Any call to be redirected, dozens or hundreds of rounds, is all a mess. Fighting face to face is to live to the death, one move determines victory or defeat, and one move determines life and death."

Xu Hongyu's eyes lit up and he murmured and said, "One move determines victory or defeat, and one move determines life and death. OK, this word is good!"

The officer grinned, and the scar on his face moved, looking very scary.

The officer has a good impression of this martial arts young man. At least when he went to the battlefield, he didn't wet his pants and screamed and wanted to rush up. However, he was much better than the three cowards.

Alas, the young man with a rich and frugality, just thinking about the joy of fighting, how could he know the cruelty of the battlefield? The officer looked at Xu Hongyu deeply and turned around and left.

Xu Hongyu touched his chin and pondered the officer's words, and felt a sudden understanding.

"Young Master, the Third Master-" the follower called out twice before calling back Xu Hongyu's thoughts.

Xu Hongyu patted the follower's shoulder hard and said regretfully and gladly: "Xiao Qi, I've been practicing for a while. Master, I've been practicing for a while."

Xu Xiaoqi didn't understand, so he blinked and asked, "What's wrong with practicing? Young Master, I don't understand."

Xu Hongyu shook his head repeatedly and said, "Kung Fu, it's a waste of practice for more than ten years."

"Young Master." Xu Xiaoqi still didn't understand and said, "How can you just practice it? Your fists and feet are not your opponents!"

"It's different, that's different." Xu Hongyu glanced at the trio, and then pointed, "It's just their cowards, I can beat ten, but what's the use!"

Hey, we didn't call you or mess with you, why do we tell us?

Zhang Zongbao stopped doing it, glared at him and shouted, "Who are you talking about?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"You can try it."

"Courteer, coward, cowardteer!" Xu Hongyu stared at her eyes and said the important things three times.

Zhang Zongbao rolled up his arms and sleeves. Zhang Jun could climb up. Fatty Zhao also clenched his fists, making strange sounds in his mouth, and his body trembled. It was probably more shocking to expose his fat with bare shirtlessness.

Xu Hongyu showed disdain and moved his wrists as if he was leisurely.

"Young Master, please rest." Xu Xiaoqi stepped forward, stopped him in front of him, looked around, took a few steps, and picked up a broken wooden board next to the mast.

Seeing this guy fucking the guy, the trio hurriedly pressed the knife and held the gun, ready to take action.

Xu Xiaoqi smiled lightly, squatted down, inhale and exercised his skills, held the wooden board in both hands, and suddenly said, "Hey, ha, ho!"

With these shouts, Xu Xiaoqi smashed the wooden board on his head, which made the trio stunned.

Self-harm or collision, or is this guy having a problem with his head?

Click, click! The wooden board made a shattering sound under the impact, and finally two sections were broken by Xu Xiaoqi's iron head.

Xu Xiaoqi took back his horse stance, brushed the dirt on his forehead, and sneered at the trio: "Have you ever seen Tietou Gong? If you are not honest, I will push you all into the sea to feed the turtle."

Zhang Zongbao was discouraged by it. When he looked at his two companions, he had no fighting spirit. He couldn't help but roll his eyes and muttered: "What's so great? Just a hard head. I've seen big stones on my chest!"

"There are also iron spears on the throat." Fatty Zhao added, but had already put down his weapon, indicating that he was very gentleman and he didn't want to do anything.

Xu Hongyu curled his lips, waved his hand, and took Xu Xiaoqi along the side of the boat toward the bow. A low voice drifted with the wind, "Xiaoqi, there are no turtles in the sea."

"No turtle? No, right? Well, the young master said no, then it must be nothing. Next time I say I'll feed the fish and shrimps!"

"Idiot." Zhang Zongbao seemed to have found a sense of superiority, spat, and said, "I don't even know this."

Zhao Huizu touched his fat face and muttered to himself: I don’t know about this turtle!

Zhang Junneng looked at Zhang Zongbao's face and said to himself: Why is there no turtle in the sea? Do you really know?
Chapter completed!