Wu Jiang went west, and the river was covered with strange rocks. The river was filled with ships, and the boatmen on the boat and the boatmen on the river bank were horns together.

The river bank is also full of stones. A path above the stone is barely accessible, which is the way the boatmen stepped on with their feet.

I don’t know how many boatmen fell from this road and were buried in the rolling river.

Among the boatmen, there are the most human races. Although the human race is not strong, fortunately, it is hard-working and has the lowest status in the Great Wilderness. The coolies of the human race are naturally very popular. The boatmen's vocation is too dangerous. Who is willing to do this job at a desperate situation? Therefore, among the boatmen, there are the most human races.

The wisdom of the human race can often make up for their physical defects. They can deal with emergencies very correctly, so the human race is very popular in this industry.

If you can survive and persist for a few years, you can basically let the race live a life of freedom. Therefore, many desperate human races are willing to come and try their luck.

Sangutan is the most dangerous area in Wujiang. The waterway in which the river can connect is only as wide as three long spears, so it is called Sangutan. If the boat is a little more direction, it may be swallowed up by reefs or water whirlpools. In order to give their customers peace of mind, the boatmen often tie themselves and the boat together when passing Sangutan, indicating that they have the determination to die on the boat.

In Sangutan, a short place less than four miles away, I don’t know how many boatmen were buried, but the fibers are still rushing to it.

Before the sun could rise, the boatmen's horns were already roaring.

There is a pungent smell of blood in the river, which is common in Wujiang. The boatmen don’t care too much, but are glad that the blood in the river is not as good as their own.

The sun rose, and suddenly lightning and thunder were roaring in the sky, and heavy rain fell from the sky without warning.

The boatman walking in the front was an old human with white hair and beard, but he had no sense of aura. He was shirtless and his bronze skin looked as strong as steel and iron bones.

He looked at the sky, then at the big ship in the river.

Judging from this, Wujiang is about to rise. If he didn't pass the Sangutan in front of him quickly, the boat would probably have to wait for several days.

This old boatman has been working here for many years, but no one knows why he has worked here for so many years, and no one asks him.

As long as someone is willing to come and pull the fiber, the bosses will not ask him why he comes and pull the fiber. They will not care about when they leave. They just pay enough wages. This is the hard-earned money that the boatmen work hard, and no one dares to deduct. Those bosses who dare to deduct wages have already sunk into the Wujiang River.

This is also the reason why Wujiang shipping is developed.

Behind the old man was a very huge Dark Night Vajra tribe. He was very big. Although the old man was very tall, he was only at the waist of this big guy. Behind the Dark Night Vajra was a Bimono man who was as tall as him, and behind him were a dozen human boatmen.

The thick rope was tied tightly to their bodies. They hunched over and pulled the boat forward with great force.

"Hi Yo!" the old man shouted, this is Qixian.

"Hi Yo!" The boatmen behind the old man shouted.

"Hi Yoyo, Dragon Prince, sit in the water; Hi Yoyo, king, prince, general, and minister, legs run lame; Hi Yoyo, the girls at home, waiting for me on the head of the hot pit..."

It was raining, and the rain did not extinguish their wild passion. The boatmen roared and shouted in the heavy rain, and the pouring rain poured into their mouths and noses, but they were still shouting, and their trumpets were louder than thunder.

The old man's horn suddenly stopped, showing a solemn expression. He actually stopped. The two big guys behind him looked at him inexplicably, and the group of boatmen suddenly became quiet.

The big ship in the Wu River suddenly lost control and surging river water. The ship that was against the current could no longer resist the power of the river water. The out-of-control boat would pull the boatmen into the Wu River, and the people on the ship would die.

"What are you guys doing?" On the bow of the boat, several warriors yelled at them, bent their bows and arrows, and forced the boatmen to continue pulling the boat.

But immediately their faces changed drastically. They saw a group of war horses galloping from a distance like a whirlwind. The horse in front, because it was too fast, was flying from a distance like a ball of flame.

The horse team is all human knights. They go down the river, and even the boatmen are difficult to walk on the banks of Wujiang River, but these war horses are like walking on flat ground.

"Huoli!" the old boatman suddenly roared.

"hiss!"

Huoli also roared and responded to the old man, but it did not stop and jumped past the old man. The whirlwind generated by Huoli's Mercedes-Benz made the boatman behind him tilt and unable to stand firmly, but the old man stood there like a stabilizing needle.

But the rope on the old man could not withstand the weight of the boat, and the rope made a muffled sound and broke.

The boatmen of the out-of-control boat were taken down and dragged it into the Wu River.

"Huoli!" The old man ignored the ship's out of control and called out.

This is not the style of an old boatman at all. In Wujiang, he never gave up a companion, so the boatman is happy to be their leader.

No one saw how the old man moved. He was already standing on the path, and the boat in the river dragged the boatmen who had been pulling him together to Wujiang.

No one could see clearly how the old boatman rushed to the middle of the horse team, and no one could see clearly how the old man appeared in front of this war horse.

Zhu Liyang was concentrating on Yang Xuan with true energy, and he felt very tired.

"See Master!" He was a little surprised and shouted.

The moment the horse team passed by this group of unlucky boatmen, the sword shone brightly.

The thick ropes were cut off, and the warriors on the ship made a terrifying cry, but the arrows in their hands did not dare to shoot out. The ship was completely out of control and was washed downstream by the rolling river water like an arrow from the string.

The old boatmen and the knights disappeared for a moment in the panic gaze of the group of boatmen who had survived death.

"Huoli, Huoli, it turned out to be the Eighteen Cavalry of Fuyao!" The human slave slapped his head and said, "It turned out to be the Eighteen Cavalry of Fuyao of the Human Race!"

The horse was speeding, and the old boatman sat lightly on Huoli's back, as if he had not added any weight to Huoli.

Zhu Liyang handed Yang Xuan in his hand to the old man.
Chapter completed!