I am Wu Dalang, starting with Pan Jinlian

After Wu Fei put on his armor, he tidied it up briefly, reached out to pick up the golden hammer for beating the drum and urn next to him, and walked out happily.

When he came outside the cave, Wu Fei jumped down without even thinking about it, with his hammers pointing down, and landed steadily without a trace of smoke and dust.

"Master."

Wu Fei came to the old Daoist Master Ziyang with a drum beating urn and a golden hammer, and he called out "Master" happily.

Master Ziyang looked Wu Fei up and down, nodded in satisfaction, and said: "Not bad, not bad, this armor is really suitable for you, heroic boy."

"Thank you, Master." Wu Fei thanked happily.

"Hahaha, you and my master and apprentice don't have to be like this, as long as you don't lose the reputation of my master in the future." Master Ziyang said that he was happy that his apprentice was so young and handsome, twisting his beard and beard, and laughed.

"Yes, the disciple respectfully obeys the master's order."

Wu Fei bowed deeply to the old Taoist Ziyang, and said respectfully.

……

The next day when it was just dawn, Wu Fei got up, finished washing, packed his luggage, and went down the mountain by himself. He didn't say goodbye to Master Ziyang, because he was afraid that he would not be able to help staying after seeing Master.

However, how did he know that when he was going down the mountain, on the top of the mountain, the real Ziyang was watching him quietly until Wu Fei's figure disappeared.

"Hey! The sky is going to be in chaos, and I don't know whether it will be good or bad for you to go, let alone time! Fate!"

Old Ziyang sighed, then turned and went back.

……

Don't talk about the Ziyang old Taoist of Zhenyue Palace in Huashan, just talk about Wu Fei. Ever since he came to this world, he has been following the Ziyang old Taoist in Zhenyue Palace to learn military books and practice martial arts. He has never seen what the world looks like. of it.

"Where should we go?"

After going down the mountain, looking at the road leading in all directions, Wu Fei hesitated now. In this world, he has no relatives other than Master, so where should he go.

"Hey, I have it. Now I have my treasure armor and magic soldiers. I only need a good BMW horse. Huashan is relatively close to the northwest, and the northwest is a place rich in good BMW horses. Just go over and see if there are any." What a proper BMW."

For Wu Fei to fight on the battlefield in the future, BMW horses are indispensable, but now Wu Fei's pair of drums and golden hammers alone weigh 320 catties, and ordinary horses can't stand it at all.

After making up his mind, Wu Fei carried a sledgehammer in one hand and his own armor on his back, and headed northwest.

After walking for a short time, the sky turned dark. Wu Fei walked on two legs alone, and without vehicles or horses, he couldn't find the town in front of him. Now that it was getting late, he could only find a woods and make do with it. It's been a night.

"Cang Lang Lang Lang"

Just when Wu Fei was about to sleep in the wild, suddenly there was a sound of gongs in front of him, followed by a sound of shouting and killing, and four No. 50 people rushed out from the woods on both sides.

These people wear all kinds of clothes, and the weapons they hold in their hands are all kinds of strange things, such as wooden sticks, kitchen knives, machetes, long guns, and long sticks. In short, everyone is different.

"Hey! I opened this mountain, and I planted this tree. If you want to live on from now on, you can save money to buy roads!"

A group of minions stood in front of Wu Fei, and in the middle stood a big man with a thick back and waist, presumably they were their leader. The big man at the head stood in front of Wu Fei with a big knife, and shouted.

"it is good!"

After the big man finished speaking, the most ridiculous thing was that the crowd behind him continued to applaud, making Wu Fei think he was listening to a storytelling, and an opening poem drew applause.

Wu Fei took a closer look, and saw the big man in front of him, with a strong back and waist, tall and strong, with a big round face, like iron, black and translucent, strange eyes wide open, a lion nose, a wide mouth, a hairy beard under his jaw, Zari Zhasha, He was wearing coarse linen clothes, and in his hand was a large knife with a curled edge.

This is not a strong man who robs houses, but a group of heroes from the beggar gang.

Seeing this group of people in front of him, Wu Fei thought it was a bit funny, for the sake of being a strongman, they can be regarded as scorpion baba, the only one (poison).

"Hey, little boy, I'm talking to you. I asked you to hand over all your valuables. Do you hear me?"

When the big man saw Wu Fei standing there, he didn't speak, thinking that he had been frightened into a fool by himself, and he was a little complacent standing there, so he said something to Wu Fei.

"Ah? Haha, this good man, I just came down from the mountain after learning art, and I don't have any money with me. Please ask the good man to help me."

Wu Fei cupped his fists at the big man, and said politely, it's not surprising that there are so many people, after all, I didn't come down the mountain to kill people and set fire, so I can try my best to stay still without using a knife or a gun.

"No, several people have said that before, and this time I won't believe your words even if I kill you."

The big man shook his head, then looked at Wu Fei, and said solemnly.

"Hey." Looking at the somewhat straightforward guy, Wu Fei liked it in his heart. He didn't expect to meet such a straightforward person, and Wu Fei immediately wanted to make friends with him.

"Do you know who I am? Dare to rob me? Do you recognize the pair of sledgehammers in my hand?"

Wu Fei waved the pair of drums, urns, and golden hammers in his hands, wanting to tease this honest and straightforward man.

Just now the big man was too busy reading his "robbery terms" and didn't notice the sledgehammer in Wu Fei's hand. This time when Wu Fei said this, the big man looked down and gasped in fright.

My God, there are still people who can use such a big double hammer. It seems that at least it weighs two hundred catties, but the big man thought about it, no, how could this little white face be able to move it? With such heavy double hammers, could it be said that this guy is deceiving himself, the double hammers are just paper to scare people.

The more the big man thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was correct. He immediately looked at Wu Fei with disdain, then snorted, and pointed at Wu Fei with a look of knowing it well, and said, "Don't lie to me, take a piece of paper. The muddy sledgehammer came out to scare people, see I missed it for you, bastard!"

The big man yelled "Damn!"

Immediately there was a sound of "Huh!", and the big knife in his hand hugged the top of his head and chopped towards Wu Fei's head.

Wu Fei looked at the broadsword that was already somewhat curled, smiled slightly, and easily raised the double hammers.

"Bang!"

There was only a loud noise and the sound of something flying out.

The big man was holding his hands in a daze, looked down, his big knife was gone, his arms were numb, and he couldn't use any strength at all, only then did he realize that the little white face in front of him had such abnormal strength, it was him The proud strength is not worth mentioning here.

"Oh my mother, my grandma, I exerted so much force that my arm was numb. I was reckless just now. Don't blame it, don't blame it, hehe! I don't know the name of a good man?"

The big man shook his numb arm, then he clasped his fist heavily at Wu Fei and asked a question.

Although the big man is a bit straightforward, he is not stupid. He still knows that the other party is stronger than himself, and he no longer has the contempt just now.

"I'm going down to Wufei. I just learned to go down the mountain. What's the name of a hero?"

As the saying goes, you don't hit a smiling person with your hand. Since they are so polite, Wu Fei also clasped his fists in return.