Reborn in Liangshan: I built the strongest lineup

"clang!"

Tong Guan took a lunge forward and swung the small hammer in his hand at Wang Qing!

Wang Qing also assumed a lunge stance, using his shield to firmly protect his arm and block the hammer blow!

It has to be said that the two of them played a pretty good fight!

Although Wang Qing only had a shield, he took the initiative and swung the shield with great force, giving the impression of turning defense into offense!

"I never expected Wang Qing to have mastered the art of shield fighting so well! Senior Brother Wang, this..."

Ren Yuan looked at Wang Jin. He had never seen Wang Qing use his shield before. Could it be that his senior brother, who was proficient in all kinds of martial arts, had given this fellow clansman special training?

“He didn’t learn this from me.”

Wang Jin shook his head. Wang Qing was indeed a good person, and in order to perform well, he would often volunteer to do odd jobs in the drill ground after finishing his manual labor. The labor camp would naturally not refuse someone who actively sought advancement; at most, they would just assign two more people to keep an eye on him.

Since the Green Forest Martial Ranking was announced, the Liangshan Training Ground has always been a popular place for martial artists from all walks of life to spar. Wang Qing worked odd jobs there, and over time, he became acquainted with some of the people there.

This is when you can see why Wang Qing was able to become a local tyrant. After getting to know people, he would often cheer on a few martial arts practitioners he was on good terms with, and say a few nice words to them, which naturally improved their impression of him.

So later, when they sometimes went to the ring to spar, Wang Qing would become their cheerleader, helping them shout and so on. Over time, everyone regarded him as one of their own, and sometimes they would invite him to spar with them.

Although Wang Qing was a labor reform member, the Liangshan soldiers wouldn't care if he was used as a punching bag. So, among those martial arts practitioners, Wang Qing learned how to use a shield from a martial artist who used a baton.

Sure enough, the effect was amazing. This shield may seem inconspicuous, but after Wang Qing unleashed a smooth combo, even though Tong Guan had a small hammer, he could only retreat step by step!

"clang!"

Another clash of weapons ensued. Wang Qing used brute force to knock the hammer out of Tong Guan's hand. Then, he placed his shield in front of him and charged forward, knocking Tong Guan to the ground!

"Tong Guan! You've finally met your match!"

Seeing Tong Guan knocked over by him, Wang Qing was immediately excited. Ever since they met, this old man had been speaking to him in a high-handed manner. How could he be lying in front of him in such a sorry state now!

Wang Qing immediately brandished his shield and charged forward, ready to press his advantage!

"Oh!"

However, Wang Qing had only taken two steps when he suddenly felt a great force coming from the shield. This force was transmitted through the shield to his body, causing him to stumble backward several steps!

"Feng Tai? It's you?!"

After moving his shield aside and seeing the figure in front of him clearly, Wang Qing was shocked. The man who had just retracted one leg was none other than his former subordinate, the Silver Lion Feng Tai!

"Thank you, General."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tong Guan quickly got up from the ground. Although he didn't know Feng Tai, a word of thanks was essential at this moment.

"You don't need to thank me, I still have a score to settle with him."

Feng Tai didn't look at Tong Guan; his eyes were fixed on Wang Qing.

"Wang Qing, do you still remember my second brother?"

Du Xue has not yet returned to the mountain, but Feng Tai and his second brother Wei He have a very good relationship!

Previously, Feng Tai could not find Wang Qing while he was in a labor camp, but now Wang Qing was actually showing off in the Hall of Righteousness? How could Feng Tai tolerate this?

"Feng Tai, I can explain Wei He's matter..."

When Wang Qing attacked Tong Guan, he was full of fierce momentum, but when he faced Feng Tai, his legs began to tremble.

"What are you explaining? Who's going to explain to my second brother?"

Feng Tai, his face dark, pointed at Wang Qing and said:

"I won't take advantage of you. You can still use your shield, I'll go empty-handed!"

“You, a prisoner from a labor camp, actually resorted to violence in the Hall of Righteousness. Brother Ren Yuan is merciful and doesn't blame you, but I do!”

After saying that, Feng Tai stomped his foot on the ground and lunged at Wang Qing!

“Feng Tai! Feng Tai! Listen to me, listen to me, ah!…”

……

Jiangnan, Hangzhou, the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

"My beauty, have another drink with me!"

Inside a palace in the Ming Dynasty imperial palace, Fang La, dressed in a dragon robe, held a wine cup in his hand, his face flushed from drinking.

Inside the palace, dozens of palace maids dressed in light gauze played music and danced, and unknown incense was burning to enhance the atmosphere, making the scene incredibly extravagant.

"Your Majesty, you're drunk! Please don't!"

The palace maids giggled and played around with Fang La. Fang La got drunk and stood up from his chair, chasing the palace maids around the hall with a wine cup in his hand!

In an instant, the atmosphere inside the hall became even more intoxicating.

"Bang~"

Suddenly, the tightly closed palace doors were pushed open violently, startling all the palace maids, who turned around to see who was so bold.

Because when Fang La was enjoying himself, it was assumed that he could not be disturbed. Last time, when the Light Winged Bat King Fang Fei accidentally entered the palace while he was enjoying himself, Fang La punished him by deducting half a year's salary.

"Who?!"

Fang La raised his head from the group of palace maids, his face covered in makeup. His expression was gloomy. He wanted to see who was so bold!

"Master, you seem quite at ease."

A somewhat rough voice rang out, and what came into Fang La's view was a very... very broad and generous figure.

The Purple Mulberry Dragon King of the Ming Cult—Duan San Niang!

In fact, Duan Sanniang has lost a lot of weight because she has been in charge of combat all this time.

But... after all, her original body size was indeed a bit overweight, so even though she lost some weight, she was still far beyond the average person.

"Dragon King?"

Upon seeing that it was Duan Sanniang, Fang La was first taken aback, and then his expression also turned ugly.

"Dragon King, even if you are a woman, you cannot just barge into my place like this, can you?"

"Master, what a refined taste you have! May I join you?"

Duan Sanniang was dressed in purple today. Seeing that Fang La's face was flushed, she actually started to take off her clothes!

And she moved very quickly, instantly exposing her shoulder!

"Dragon, Dragon King, what are you doing?"

Fang La was initially dazed with drunkenness, but upon seeing Duan San Niang's actions, his eyes suddenly widened! The wine cup in his hand clattered to the ground!

"Master, of course I'll join you in your fun!"

Duan Sanniang took a wine cup and wine pot from a palace maid, filled herself a cup, and walked towards Fang La.

"Dragon, dragon, Dragon King, you, you don't come any closer, don't come any closer!"

Fang La was sobered up quite a bit and was so frightened that he kept backing away. However, because he had been so engrossed in the game for so long, his movements were very clumsy. He stood up and fell down again. He was caught up by Duan San Niang after only a few struggles!

Duan Sanniang forcefully stomped on Fang La's dragon robe, rendering him unable to struggle, then raised her wine cup to Fang La in a wide grin:

"Master, let's drink this cup to the brim!"