I'm really just a juggler.

Chapter 240: The Complex Jianghu

The river was surging, and a large ship was sailing slowly on it.

The deck was now full of people, all speechless, not knowing what to say.

Putting aside the significance of Bu Chen's name, the mere act of walking in the air had already stunned everyone present.

As we all know, if you want to step into the air, you must reach the level of a grandmaster.

But even so, it was just a brief moment of opportunity to demonstrate one's strength.

But wanting to fly directly into the air, and taking someone with him, was completely beyond their comprehension.

'puff'

Xu Zitong's mouth was wide open at this moment, and the expression on his face was completely replaced by horror.

He knew he was in trouble.

There are not many people like him, let alone his cousin, even in the world he knows.

Although his cousin Xu Ziling was known as the Drunken Scholar, at his strongest he possessed the combat power of a Grandmaster.

However, compared to the people he is provoking now, the two are not on the same level at all.

No one around laughed at Xu Zitong's performance. Instead, everyone had an ugly look on their face.

God have pity on them, they are just a group of low-level people who make a living in the underworld.

Life is already so difficult when you have to alternate between eating one meal and going hungry.

Now that they have offended such a powerful person, do they have any future?

They don’t know, and they don’t even dare to think about it.

Moreover, when most of them looked at the old man who had spoken before, their eyes were filled with resentment.

If you hadn't insisted on meddling in their affairs, how could they have ended up in this situation?

However, no matter how resentful they were, they did not have the courage to take action.

Putting aside the old man's level of internal strength, even the Mountain and Water Alliance behind him is an insurmountable mountain for people like them.

The scene suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and the wealthy businessmen around had no idea what was happening.

But they knew that they saw with their own eyes a person flying into the air in front of them.

At this moment, there was a scorching light in the eyes of these wealthy businessmen.

I have always heard that practicing martial arts can make one fly and achieve immortality.

I didn’t believe it before because no one had ever seen it.

And now, the facts are before our eyes, which is the best proof.

These wealthy businessmen looked at each other, then found someone they knew and asked about the situation of the previous person.

"What's wrong with you? No matter what, it doesn't matter. Do you know the person from before? Could you introduce him to me?"

"Yes, yes, yes. What was that man's name? He gave his name. It was...Chen."

"Bu Chen."

"Yes, yes, Bu Chen, that's Bu Chen. There seems to be a Mosu family. What kind of place is that?"

These wealthy businessmen, who were talking at once, immediately broke the strange scene.

However, before these porters could catch their breath, they gasped again.

"What did you say? What was that person's name?"

When a porter took over again, he felt that the name was familiar. After thinking about it for a moment, his eyes widened, and he grabbed the rich businessman next to him and asked sternly.

Although the wealthy businessmen are rich, they are used to a life of luxury. How could they be a match for these porters who travel all year round?

Although he is full of fat, even a new porter can easily manipulate him in his hands.

But the wealthy businessmen were not so self-aware and started to curse: "Get your dirty hands off me, you lowly creature!"

The faces of the wealthy businessmen who were caught had turned the color of liver, obviously because they were in pain. Even so, they still started cursing.

Although their status in the underworld is not high, who can blame them for being rich?

To them, these porters were just commodities with a fixed price, and their lives didn't cost much at all.

Under normal circumstances, the porter might be cowardly and even kneel down to beg for forgiveness.

But this was different from the past. The porter seemed to be at a loss, staring at the wealthy businessman without blinking. He asked word by word, "What did you say that man's name was? If you don't answer, I'll throw you off the boat. I'm not kidding."

When these words were spoken, some people did not know what had happened, but saw the identities of the two people who were arguing.

Someone rushed out and said, "Xiao Wu, what are you doing? Let this man go."

The rich businessman was frightened by the porter's expression, but when he saw someone come forward, his face put on an arrogant look again.

"You lowly thing, you're done. I told you, even the gods can't save you."

When the porter heard this, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, in that case, I'll throw you down first and see how you can finish me off."

After saying that, he grabbed the rich businessman and walked towards the shore.

The rich businessman panicked when he saw that the other party was not joking.

"Bu Chen, he said his name was Bu Chen, and he also mentioned the Mosu family."

As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly became silent.

Those who had not yet reacted gradually felt that something was wrong.

Someone whispered quietly, "Bu Chen, isn't this the name of His Majesty the Righteous Prince?"

Although the sound was not loud, it reached everyone's ears.

Some people who didn't understand it still widened their eyes with a look of disbelief.

Especially the old porter who had been fighting against Bu Chen before, now he was no longer able to fight Xu Zi Tong, and his whole body collapsed to the ground.

If it were someone else, it would be fine. At most, I could find a corner and hide there for a while, and there would still be a chance of survival.

But what if others knew that he had offended the notorious King Yi?

There were many people who were vying to take their heads and go to the Mosu family.

It's over, it's over.

Now he felt as if the whole world was against him. Why did he have to offend King Yi when he could have offended anyone else?

He could clearly feel that there were malicious eyes directed at him from all around.

He can't stay here, he must leave.

However, there was turbulent river water all around him, so where could he run?

He simply couldn't fly in the air like Bu Chen.

Feeling the crowd slowly gathering around him, the old porter slowly closed his eyes.

He knew that he had no way to survive. Rather than suffering after escaping, it would be better to die here and there.

Just as he was about to be killed, something strange happened.

The entire ship was tilted by the impact of an unknown object, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

"What happened? What's under the water?"

Everyone was terrified, and only then did they remember why they were there.

The pitch-black surface of the river made it impossible to see what was underneath.