Chapter 548: This boys strength is not inferior to mine
Hong Qigong's laughter was very heroic, and there was also an imperceptible sadness in it. Thinking that the beggar gang, the largest gang in the Central Plains, was actually provoked by a "boy with a yellow mouth", Hong Qigong thought about it carefully.
Gong Huan sadly discovered that apart from himself, including Huang Rong, no one in the gang was a match for this kid.
Why doesn't this discovery make Hong Qigong extremely depressed? What kind of gang is this? How much does it rely on people?
"Let me come and show you your master's clever tricks. Let's see how much you weigh and dare to talk nonsense here!"
Before Hong Qigong's laughter died, an angry voice came from behind the crowd and clearly reached everyone's ears.
Everyone followed the sound and saw that the sea of people quickly separated into a passage. An old man with white beard and hair slowly walked into the inner circle. When he came to the opposite side of Zhang Yimeng, he first raised his eyes and glanced at this extraordinary young man, and then turned around and rushed to the high platform.
Hong Qigong, who was on top, cupped his hands and said: "Brother Hong, I dare to ask for a fight, and I will do so until death."
These words are already very serious and will not change until death. They mean fighting to the death with Zhang Yimeng. Whoever falls to death first will stop.
This person was none other than Ban Yuanju, the elder of the Beggar Clan who was teaching the Kung Fu. When he saw him coming out and looking at his white beard and hair, the look on Hong Qigong's face couldn't help but darken, and the loneliness in his heart became even more intense.
Sighed deeply.
"Squad leader."
As soon as Hong Qigong raised his hand, the Beggar Clan disciples beside him immediately started to explode.
"Squad leader! Why are you needed? Xiao Liuzi alone is enough! Please allow Gang Leader Hong to fight!"
"I'll come, I'll come! No one can rob me!!"
"No one in the Beggar Clan can bully me! Watch me tear this kid alive!"
The Beggar Clan is not a bloodless person. Seeing the elderly Ban Yuanju stand up, a large group of young people with strong bloodiness immediately gave up and rolled up their sleeves one by one and crowded into the inner circle.
Suddenly, the whole forum was lively and filled with the sounds of fighting.
"hehe."
Looking at the increasingly chaotic infield, Zhang Yimeng's mouth curved slightly.
"Squad leader, although I, Lu Youjiao, am not very talented, I am still the leader of a gang. I should be the one to fight in this battle!"
Lu Youjiao, who was carrying a green dog-beating stick, quickly pushed through the crowd and came to Ban Yuanju's side and said excitedly.
Seeing that the situation was gradually getting out of control, Hong Qigong, who was on the high platform, was so angry that his Dantian was filled with anger and he screamed in a low voice.
Waves of air were rolling, and a sense of chilling instantly spread throughout the entire hall. As soon as this sound came out, the noisy quarrel stopped suddenly, and the hall became audible. Everyone turned to look at Hong Qigong on the stage in silence.
Silent.
As the most prestigious leader of the Beggar Clan, Hong Qigong's words are still very authoritative within the Beggar Clan. He glanced at Zhang Yimeng who was calm and composed in the audience, and many thoughts flashed through Hong Qigong's heart.
This boy's ability is so high that it is rarely seen in the world. Even Qiu Qianren, the former unparalleled leader of the Iron Palm Gang, is only about the same number as him, and there is no way he can be much better than him. He is really a hero from a young age. He is pregnant at a young age.
The many unique martial arts skills are really valuable.
Thinking of this, Hong Qigong began to have a headache again. He found that except for him, there was really no one in the Beggar Clan who could defeat this young man in the audience. How could he lose the face of the Beggar Clan?
Perhaps seeing Hong Qigong's embarrassment, Huang Rong in the audience took out the Jiuhua Yulu Pills and gave it to Wu Santong to take. Then he took two steps forward with his stick and said softly: "Master, this competition is about fairness. Let's
There are many talents in the Beggar Clan, and any one person can fight with this person for a whole day, but after all, he hurts people first. In terms of morality, we don’t need to be polite to him. We can just take him down in one fell swoop. Otherwise, how can we die?
Brother, please give me an explanation?"
Hong Qigong's eyes lit up when he heard this. Yes, he had fallen into Zhang Yimeng's trap. After being provoked by him, there were now dozens of disciples of the Beggar Gang who died at the hands of Zhang Yimeng. Such a deep
What kind of morality does Qiu Daqian talk about?
After taking another look at this smart disciple in the audience, Hong Qigong turned his eyes, stared at Zhang Yimeng whose face turned serious, and shouted: "That's right! Zhang Yimeng, if you kill my disciple, you are as iron as a gun."
In fact, as a member of the Beggar Clan, everyone has the right to fight with you. In order to give an explanation to the dead brothers, I, as the former leader of the Beggar Clan, should fight with you on behalf of the Beggar Clan! You! Do you dare to accept the challenge?!
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"Yes! Weren't you very crazy just now? Do you dare to fight with my gang leader Hong?!"
Seeing Princess Hong Qi take the initiative, the disciples of the Beggar Clan seemed to have found their backbone, and their momentum instantly reached its peak, with the words "Dare you fight" resounding throughout the inner hall?
"Hehehe, the Beggar Clan is truly a place of crouching tigers, hidden dragons. It's an eye-opener for me to see you today."
Zhang Yimeng's words instantly made Mr. Hong Qigong blush. As the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world, he would have lost his identity if he bullied a junior. Unfortunately, the Beggar Clan couldn't find anyone who could stand up to Zhang Yimeng.
This is the only last resort to be made.
Zhang Yimeng, who knew that he was going to be doomed today, didn't talk nonsense. He flicked his dagger with his wrist and said seriously: "It is a great fortune for a gangster to learn from Senior Hong's clever tricks. Then, come on."
After Zhang Yimeng finished speaking, he immediately took the lead. He slit the throats of the two people in front of him with a diving knife, and then hit Ban Yuanju hard on the cheek with a swinging fist, but the latter quickly blocked his arm.
Zhang Yimeng didn't expect to knock down Ban Yuanju, the elder of the martial arts master, with one punch. He just wanted to punch his opponent to lose his center of gravity so that he could easily kill the enemy with his sword. However, the reality was just as he expected. Ban Yuanju was punched hard by Zhang Yimeng's anger.
His body swayed from the beating, and his steps were obviously a little unsteady.
Seeing this, Zhang Yimeng immediately raised his knife and slashed the opponent's chest and abdomen.
"Squad leader, be careful!!"
At this time, Huang Rong on the side immediately raised a stick to help with the dagger, and the other two elders, holding pots and sticks, also violently attacked Zhang Yimeng on the side.
"Boy is running rampant!!"
Zhang Yimeng, who missed the hit, immediately retreated, turned around, turned over with a beautiful tail swing, and jumped onto the back of a Eight Bags disciple, tying his neck and wiping his throat.
Cutting his throat with a knife, Zhang Yimeng immediately jumped into the ground with a backflip and swept towards the disciples behind him. Killing and walking all the way, he would never take more than three moves against Huang Rong, Lu Youjiao, the elders of the Beggar Clan, and the like.
There were too many people rushing up around him, and time did not allow him to have the slightest chance of fighting.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Fighting all the way to a pillar, Zhang Yimeng leaned against the stone pillar and panted slightly. At this time, he was surrounded by Beggar Clan disciples, holding weapons step by step.
Approaching forward, this is a doomed situation.
As long as you show your head, you will be attacked by Huang Rong and Ban Yuanju. If you don't show your head, eight swordsmen led by Lu Youjiao will step forward to pinch you.
Hong Qigong took action.
This difficulty can be described as hell mode.
Facing the oppressive situation, Zhang Yimeng looked sideways at the number of people, then suddenly reached to his waist, took out a few copper coins, shook them up and down, and said, "I bought your life."
After saying that, he dived out of the stone pillar, swung his body and threw out the copper coins in his hand.
Boo hoo hoo hoo!!!
With the blessing of internal force, seven or eight copper coins shot through the air like arrows from the string to the knife and axe-hands around. This hidden weapon technique is the money dart.
Shooting through the eyes of several swordsmen and axemen in succession, Zhang Yimeng immediately crouched, lunged, and backhand slashed a group of strong men who were covering their eyes with his sword. He took away several people with one blow, and without stopping, he was close to Lu Youjiao's body and backhand.
He raised the knife and cut straight through the opponent's front door.
when!
However, he was blocked by the three elders with their swords from different directions. With a scornful smile, Zhang Yimeng turned around 360 degrees and slashed with his zhange knife to quickly break the crisis of the two elders' attack. He followed up with a progressive punch and punched Lu Youjiao's cheek.
Force people back.
At that time, Huang Rong had also joined the battle group. Zhang Yimeng kept wandering around with a knife. Even when surrounded by three elders and Lu Youjiao, he was still able to do so with ease. He indirectly killed countless Beggar Clan disciples on the spot.
At this time, among the few beggars hanging at the end of the crowd and standing on the edge, a young beggar with a good temperament asked his companions with bright eyes: "Mr. Pei, how is this kid's kung fu?"
The old man who had lowered his hair to cover his face heard this and stared at Zhang Yimeng, who was like a dragon in the field: "If you look at him alone, this person's strength is not inferior to mine."