As he said that, Yan Wenrui suddenly had his eyes lit up and looked at Gao Changxin expectantly and said, "By the way, you are so old, I am fifteen this year, you can call me Brother Rui."

Hearing this, Gao Changxin looked at him coldly and asked, "You call him Xiaoqi Brother, are your star brothers?"

Before Yan Wenrui could speak, Cheng Laosan, who was standing beside him, quickly explained.

"Don't talk nonsense, we dare not compete with Fang Zhan's head."

Looking at Gao Changxin's slightly puzzled eyes, Cheng Laosan hurriedly said, "Boss Zhao, I, Yu Laowu, and others, I am considered brothers wearing pairs of pants."

"Fangbatou is not. Fangbatou is called Fang Xinyi. The Xin in his name is said to be the seventh place in the ten heavenly stems, so they are called Xiaoqi by their elders."

"Wen Rui grew up with Fang Batou, so that's what we call him. We just happened to be with him, so we can't confuse it."

As he said that, Cheng Laosan pulled Gao Changxin aside and gave him various levels of knowledge in the Beggars' Sect.

Although I had known that Bai Xingjian was the highest among the people in the group, Gao Changxin was also a little surprised when he heard all kinds of highly praised words from Cheng Laosan's words.

After all, although he was a mature young man, he was only twelve or thirteen years old.

Then, a group of nine people headed to Fengyang Mansion. Along the way, I didn’t know how many refugees I met. The so-called mourning and starving people everywhere were everywhere. In this era, it was not just an adjective.

Especially when entering Fengyang, under the influence of natural disasters, oppression of the Tartars and plague, nine out of ten rooms are empty, and white bones are almost the norm when entering Fengyang City. Even the most prosperous Fengyang City here gives people a lifeless feeling.

Even Bai Xingjian couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw such a bleak city. No wonder Cheng Laosan and others were reluctant before.

Since the Beggars' Gang is named after beggars, begging along the street is naturally indispensable. After all, a gang like Bai Xingjian, who has a small family property and does not need to work hard to beg for disciples.

The disciples of the Beggar Gang who looked at him had to live by begging, but in this kind of place, the people were suffering so much that they could not even support themselves. The people from there gave alms to beggars.

No wonder the reputation of the Beggar Gang has been declining over the years. In order to make a living, the disciples of the Beggar Gang have to take the same path as other gangs. They have collected a lot of protection and tolls.

The group of people entering the city immediately attracted the attention of the people in the martial arts world. After all, except Gao Changxin, each of them had several pockets hanging on them.

Especially Bai Xingjian’s five pockets are unique in this Fengyang City.

The so-called dragon has a dragon gate and a rat has a rat path. No matter how declining Fengyang City is, it is the best territory of Fengyang Prefecture. There are still many people in the martial arts world here.

In recent years, all the main forces of the Beggars' Sect are in the north, and they are not able to defend even the Jiangnan area, let alone the barren land of Fengyang Prefecture.

Now a five-bag disciple suddenly came, and local martial arts people should not pay attention to it.

Those who move faster than these martial arts people are naturally from the Beggars' Sect. There are still three thousand nails in the broken ship. No matter how poor the city is, there are still many beggars.

As soon as Bai Xingjian entered the city, several beggars noticed the cloth bags on their bodies and hurried to report the news.

Naturally, the movements of these beggars could not be hidden from Bai Xingjian. When he saw someone going to report the news, Bai Xingjian was too lazy to wander around the city, so he found a quiet place to rest for a while, and waited for the head of the Beggars' Sect in Fengyang City to appear.

Sure enough, in a short while, a thin old man holding a bamboo stick and four cloth bags hung on his body came over with a few beggars in a hurry, like a mummy thrown from the cemetery.

After seeing Bai Xingjian, he quickly stepped forward and bowed: "The first gate of the Beggar Gang Sidai Street has been prosperous. I have seen Fang Bartou, and I came from afar. The old man is in a far distance. Please forgive me if I miss you."

"I learned that the little old man had already booked the best restaurant in Fengyang City, Fengyang Tower. Please come here in person to let the little old man have a slight slightest intention."

Looking at Guan Changsheng standing in front of him, Bai Xingjian frowned slightly.

Logically speaking, Guan Changsheng is the leader of Siddai Street. His identity is slightly higher than that of Cheng Lao San and Yu Lao Wu. In the entire Fengyang City, he is the one with the highest status except Bai Xingjian.

As a result, he has the highest status but not very strong. He is also a four-bag disciple, and probably has only reached the minimum standards of four-bag disciples.

It would be fine if it was just like this, but Bai Xingjian judged his pace and physical condition and knew that Guan Changsheng had not had any attacks with anyone for at least five years, and his qi and blood were also declining.

Not to mention competing with Cheng Lao San and Yu Lao Wu, I'm afraid even the three bags of disciples of Zhao and others cannot compare with him.

To put it more exaggeratedly, even Yan Wenrui could have a few moves with him, fight without any consequences, and even fight together.

Guan Changsheng is like this, let alone other beggars in Fengyang City.

His eyes swept across the beggars behind Guan Changsheng, and Bai Xingjian's brows frowned even tighter.

These people have more or less one or two pockets on their bodies, and the two in the lead have three pockets on them, but their steps are weak and their complexion is not good.

Whether it is Cheng Lao San or Yu Lao Wu, you can choose any of them.

I had known that Fengyang City Beggars' Sect was not strong, but Bai Xingjian didn't expect that it would be so bad. Is this the number one Beggars' Sect in the world?

Fortunately, seeing Guan Changsheng and others with respectful attitudes, the small map also showed green friendly icons, and Bai Xingjian did not express his dissatisfaction.

He nodded and said without moving, "Then I'll have to worry about the front of the street."

"Fang Chuan is polite, please come here!" Guan Changsheng said hurriedly.

As he said that, the group came to a two-story building in the city. Fengyang City was not big, so the restaurant was naturally not good. I can only say that it was a taller person from the short man and could barely get through it.

When the group arrived at Fengyang Tower, there were already many beggars sitting on the ground in the lobby.

Most of these beggars have no pockets, and their quality is much worse than that of Guan Changsheng. The so-called old, weak, sick and disabled are nothing more than this.

At this moment, one by one, one with expectant eyes, looking at the direction of the gate, and seeing Bai Xingjian and others appear, a strong desire burst out from his eyes, like a hungry wolf on the grassland.

"Is this?" Even though Bai Xingjian was stared at the same time by so many hungry wolves, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. It wasn't that he was afraid, but it was just too weird.

Seeing this, Guan Changsheng blushed and shouted: "What are you looking at? Fang Fang's head is coming and kowtows. He opened his eyes wide and looked for death. No matter how hard he dares to be rude, he will get out of me."
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