Mixed martial arts: Others practice martial arts while I cultivate immortality

The world is big.

It's so big that many people don't know what the world is like. As far as the area that people can come into contact with, there are twenty-eight states, five countries, and countless cities and counties below. Each of these cities and counties is home to a large number of people, not counting the villages, refugees and the like outside the cities.

Penglai, as one of the three top fairy islands that dominate the world, has three states under its direct jurisdiction and as many as ten states under its indirect jurisdiction.

In other words, Penglai, the fairy island alone, controls nearly thirteen states.

A proper top overlord.

Even the other two fairy islands are slightly inferior to Penglai.

"Penglai is a fairy island. Naturally, there are as many people as crucian carp crossing the river who want to join. Although you have some qualifications, whether you can succeed or not depends on your luck."

Lao Wang was riding on the donkey, chatting with Wu Chong wordlessly.

After yesterday's topic ended, Wu Chong thought that the old man would never talk to him again. Unexpectedly, when he woke up from his sleep, the old man came running over again.

"Aren't qualifications very scarce?"

Wu Chong was confused.

When we were at the inn, Xu Zhou once said. People with the qualifications to practice demon arts are very rare. How come such a 'rare' qualification has become so common in Bailu City in the blink of an eye?

"It's so rare that there is so much space."

In some remote places, a household worth ten thousand yuan can be considered a big boss. But in an international metropolis with a highly developed economy, billionaires are just that, let alone households worth ten thousand yuan.

This is also the most basic phenomenon of human society.

Resources gather together.

Qualified talents can also be regarded as a resource.

The two were chatting.

The convoy slowly entered Bailu County.

Bailu County is only a county seat in name, belonging to the Lushan Urban Management Bureau within Qingzhou. But anyone who really lives here will know that Bailu County is a special county. In every aspect, it is not inferior to the higher-level Lushan City, because there are traces of immortals here.

In this era of gang warfare, there are so many people who yearn for powerful power.

Even if the journey is difficult, countless people gather in Bailu City every year. Some of these people are lucky enough to join Penglai and become high-ranking immortals. As for the other defeated people, except for a small number who returned to their hometowns, most of them stayed and became residents of Bailu County.

After many years, one can imagine how big Bailu City is.

If there are too many people, it will naturally become difficult to manage them.

Although the entrance to Penglai is here, how can those high-ranking immortals deal with these earthly inferiors. Therefore, everything in Bailu City is basically governed by local forces.

It can be said that the current situation of Bailu City is that Penglai is superior.

There are many gangs below, and as long as there is an area of ​​interest, there are people fighting for it. After so many years of fighting, the three, six and nine levels in Bailu City have also been divided. Although there will still be fighting and fighting, there are not as many as in the early years.

The caravan he is following now is engaged in business around Bailu City.

The main profit point is to sell Bailu City's products to surrounding cities and earn the price difference. It is considered a stable industry. For such an inconspicuous industry, there is also a gang behind it. Wu Chong did not ask what the specific name was. However, from the chats of these people, he had a general understanding of the Immortal Sect power in Penglai.

Aloof and unconcerned with worldly affairs.

As long as its interests are not touched, it will basically not interfere with outside affairs.

This is also the common image of the Immortal Sect. In the circles of ordinary people, the Immortal Sect is rarely mentioned. What the common people hear about the most is the gang. The vast majority of ordinary people regard the Immortal Chief as just a rumor, because there are too few people from the Immortal Sect, and their reputation is only spread among the circles of high-level gangs.

Naturally, low-level people like Da Niu and Er Mazi, whom Wu Chong had come into contact with before, could not know this information.

The hierarchy in this world is so solid that there is almost no chance of crossing over.

The caravan traveled for another three days.

Finally, Bailu City appeared in everyone's sight.

"It's really big."

We entered Bailu City three days ago and only reached the city three days later.

"It's time to break up here, kid. If you have a chance in the future, you can come to Wangxian Tower to meet my old man for a drink."

After entering the city, Mr. Wang was the first to leave.

He rode a donkey, said hello to Wu Chong and left. Everyone in the caravan was not surprised by this. After asking, they found out that Mr. Wang was also an elder of a gang. This time they were doing business, and the person in charge of safety was this old man.

"must."

Wu Chong replied.

No matter what Mr. Wang's purpose was, the knowledge Wu Chong gained from him during this period was all true. These things cannot be said to be expensive, but if no one teaches them, they will still have to take a lot of detours.

The caravan left.

Wu Chong led his horse alone and walked on the streets of Bailu City.

There is a lot of traffic and people coming and going.

It was hard to imagine that this was a city in troubled times. This sense of gap between peace and chaos gave him an unreal feeling.

"Come and take a look at the newly baked buns."

"Sugar-coated haws!"

Wu Chong looked at the passers-by and found that there were many differences in the clothes and languages ​​of these people. It seemed that they were from all over the world, as the people in the caravan said before.

Because rumors of immortals gathered here.

Created the prosperity here.

Compared with the dishonest refugees outside and the gangsters like Er Mazi who dominate the mountains and dominate the mountains, the people here look like real people.

The other side.

The person in charge of the caravan handed over the proceeds from the business trip and began to report the trip to the gang manager.

"Are you saying that Mr. Wang invited a strange young man to join the caravan halfway?"

"Yes."

"Is there anything special about that person?" the steward asked.

The caravan leader thought for a moment.

"He is relatively tall and muscular, as if he has practiced martial arts."

"External strength?"

The steward suddenly lost interest.

In this world, only low-class people would practice external martial arts. People with status practice internal skills. As for demon skills, they are the skills of immortality. Ordinary gangs may not be able to obtain one. The reason why Mr. Wang has such a special status in their gang is because Mr. Wang has practiced demon skills before.

He is a person with a destiny!

"The others?"

"Not much else."

"Okay, that's it." The steward waved his hand and asked people to retreat.

After the people left, he picked up the account book on the table and looked through it carefully. Previously, he would naturally pretend to be generous in front of others, but he would still check them carefully in private. After all, money is involved, and things like character are not so reliable.

"Penglai will open its doors in three months. I hope I can have a chance this time."

After counting the account books, the steward stretched his body.

Then he looked at a jade pendant next to him.

Why is he so ingratiated with Mr. Wang? I haven’t heard about Mr. Wang’s energy from other places and want to take a shortcut.

There are many people in the gang who think like him.