Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was unmoved, Benjamin Goldberg rolled his eyes: "Master, as the first disciple of the God of War, you can't be too comfortable."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"When the body is dead, the spirit becomes the spirit, and the soul is resolute and becomes a ghost." Benjamin Goldberg imitated Zhao Chuanxin's usual appearance, standing with his hands behind his hands, and said in an indifferent tone: "Why fear death?"

"This is a good match for you." Zhao Chuanxin turned to the arbiter and said, "Tell Dagang Tao to take full responsibility for the affairs of the island before Li Ziyu comes to Australia."

"Master, where are you going?"

The Portuguese people who were watching with cold eyes couldn't help but be shocked when they saw it.

He kicked the man on the waist with one foot and kicked the man on the back of the head with the other foot.

When the ax rises and falls, the world becomes pure.

"Just mind your own business." Zhao Chuanxin took out a bulletproof vest made of war-scarred leather and gave it to his apprentice: "Put it on."

"Do you know the secret of my great-grandfather's longevity?"

At this time, the temperature on Ao Island was only fifteen degrees.

"Hmph, it's embarrassing." Zhao Chuanxin was very dissatisfied: "Business matters, let's leave now."

Before leaving Kaodo, Zhao Chuanxin ran into two gangsters who joined forces to smash and rob shops.

On the fifth stroke, the man rolled his eyes and didn't know whether to live or die.

The remaining person shivered, and the arm holding the short knife trembled involuntarily: "Don't come over..."

Zhao Chuanxin groaned and said, "If it weren't for you, I would have killed him today."

This is the clown that inevitably appears when the old and new order changes.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and kicked him sideways, causing the Portuguese to fly backwards. He coughed twice and choked out blood.

The man holding the ax received a blow on the forehead, which turned into cross-eyes. A pair of pupils focused on the ax blade between the eyebrows, and fell backwards.

"I'm Zhuo, who taught you the balancing technique?" Zhao Chuanxin was shocked.

The two masters and apprentices did not encounter any problems until they arrived at the inner harbor.

"Master, this is the territory of the French."

The further south you go, the higher the temperature becomes, otherwise it would be really unbearable.

But this speed-up is unstable.

Benjamin Goldberg was about to use the ecstasy lamp, but was stopped by Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin tried it and found that the board weighed at least 170 kilograms.

The rogue's nose was crushed by Zhao Chuanxin's hard forehead, and he screamed in pain.

But for Captain Zhao, 170 pounds was just drizzle. He came to the center of the board, put one arm around it and raised it slightly, adjusted his center of gravity, then said "hey" and easily picked up the board.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly carved out a long board, with one end pointed, one blunt and rounded, and both ends slightly upturned. The top panel was flat and the bottom was slightly raised, with a total length of three and a half meters.

Zhao Chuanxin sent the board into the water, causing huge waves.

Guo Renzhang put up a pergola with his hands and looked at it, astonished: "It looks like a person stepping on a board, but how can a board be used to sail on the sea?"

Kicked hard.

"Uh...I don't know."

They witnessed Zhao Chuanxin cutting out the shape of the board and launching it into the water. There was no mechanism in it.

There were Spaniards around, but they just watched from a distance and did not dare to step forward.

Benjamin Goldberg saw him raising his hand and said quickly: "Since you have already taken action, it's my turn."

The board sank downwards and began to deflect.

Things have turned, and this year it was the Portuguese's turn to be beaten.

After saying that, Benjamin Goldberg jumped up, jumped over the man's head, and stepped on his back.

They released the man and strode towards Zhao Chuanxin: "Seeking death!"

When he left Nanwan and entered the Jiuzhou Ocean, and there were waves, Zhao Chuanxin found that his speed had increased by a few knots.

Once, twice, three times, four times... the shadowless feet.

"Fangcheng!"

Zhao Chuanxin saw them grabbing the clerk by the collar, and the clerk looked very helpless.

This shameless look seemed so familiar to Zhao Chuanxin?

The shopkeeper and the waiter were stunned.

Benjamin Goldberg quickly said: "Forget it, Master, give me three points of thin noodles and let this dog go."

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, adjusted his balance, and pulled Benjamin Goldberg's back collar. It was as easy as playing with a rag doll to move his center of gravity back and forth until the board was stable.

"..." Benjamin Goldberg: "Master, you will make me lose face."

Zhao Chuanxin went up and kicked the arrogant Portuguese: "Looking at the look you are wearing, you must be rich and unkind, I will beat you to death..."

Today, the Chinese in Australia Island are a little crazy. On Feng Shun Tang Street, a Portuguese has been beaten to death by the Chinese.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I requisitioned it."

The Portuguese wiped the sweat from his forehead and said coldly: "Don't think that if Governor Rosada is dead, you Chinese can cover the sky with one hand. If you dare to provoke me, you will suffer. Sooner or later, our country will come to take revenge."

Qi Huang said: "It's two people and a dog."

Benjamin Goldberg scratched his head: "Huh? It really shouldn't be done. I've already used 100% of my strength."

The glue will run out sooner or later, so it's better to leave it to him to save his life.

Benjamin Goldberg held the ecstasy lamp in his hand, stepped forward and shouted: "That man, why don't you stop quickly?"

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his braid, and Benjamin Goldberg had already gone to the corpse to pull out the ax and handed it to Zhao Chuanxin, which was very cunning.

Benjamin Goldberg was now about 1.71 meters tall. He was no longer the scrawny and sickly boy he was before, but he wasn't much stronger either.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and happened to see a Portuguese man repairing a piece of wood as thick as a person's arms.

"Maybe if I slap you twice, you will gain face."

The two scoundrels, one holding an ax and the other holding a short knife, stared fiercely at Zhao Chuanxin.

Who wants to be carried like a chicken?

Even if it was a thief, the shopkeeper was surprised: "It's an unreasonable disaster. Report it to the official immediately. Don't misunderstand that we killed the person."

The years passed by in a blink of an eye, and Zhao Chuanxin waved to the boat: "Hello, please help me pick up my apprentice."

As he said that, he ignored the aggrieved Portuguese, took out the elf carving knife, and cut off both ends of the thick log, leaving the core of the wood.

Benjamin Goldberg said stinkingly: "I have conquered the art of balancing. There is nothing mysterious about it. Not only can dogs practice it, but so can birds, and so can pigs."

"Pingsheng, what do you think of this island?" the arrogant man asked, pointing to Hebao Island.

The shopkeeper quickly said: "The man said that his apprentice's steps were frivolous, so this man should have just been kicked and fainted. Go over and take a look."

Zhao Chuanxin himself was more elegant, stepping on the smart gyroscope to the middle of the board, and stepped on it lightly.

On the shore, a group of Portuguese people discovered that the dog could walk on water just like Zhao Chuanxin, and could even take off on the sea.

It seemed that Xingyue's computing power was far stronger than he imagined.