After clarifying the meaning of Dongzhang's words, before Hong Qigong could speak, Guo Fu excitedly stepped out of the crowd and shouted to Dongzhang in a sweet voice.
He glanced at the charming Guo Fu in surprise. Hong Qigong nodded secretly. Many things could be said by a woman, and the effect might be better than what he said himself. He then looked at Dongzhang in silence to see what he would do.
What reaction.
"Miss Guo, long time no see. The murderer."
Turning his eyes slightly and looking at Guo Fu, whose face was flushed with excitement, Dongzhang flashed a hint of indifference in the depths of his eyes. There were some things that people like them, who pride themselves on being upright and upright, could not understand. Dongzhang had no intention of defending.
Moreover, he is not a good person either. With the title of Demon Lord, he has gradually drifted away from them. Not to mention standing on the opposite side, but not much different.
Furthermore, I had no contact with them in the first place, so I couldn’t say how good my interactions were. I just happened to save their lives a few times, so maybe they misunderstood me.
Seeing that Dongzhang was still unmoved, Guo Fu on the opposite side couldn't bear the sadness in her heart and said: "Brother Dongzhang, mother, my meridians were also injured by this gangster. If Grandpa Hong hadn't taken action that day, we might not have seen you."
Already."
Speaking of this, Guo Fu's tone actually had a hint of crying, as if she was begging Dongzhang to stop.
When Huang Rong heard this, she quietly pulled Guo Fu's arm, telling her to stop talking. The pull might have touched her meridians, and her pretty face suddenly became even gloomier, and she couldn't help coughing.
"mother"
The latter quickly took Huang Rong's arm, while Huang Rong shook her head and signaled her to stop talking.
"Fu Mei, what's there to say to this kind of devil? Can't you see? He and that villain are acquaintances at all. It's obvious that he is here for him."
At this time, the Wu brothers also stood up to make their presence felt, mocking Dongzhang one by one.
The latter did not look at the incomprehensible Wu brothers across from him. He raised his eyes and glanced at the pale Huang Rong, who was silent for a while, and then suddenly laughed in a low voice: "That's it. That's wronging Gang Leader Huang. I'm sorry.
But that’s as far as it goes.”
Dongzhang did not choose to say many words, and did not bother to explain anything. Zhang Yimeng looked at Dongzhang and Huang Rong and his daughter with great interest. He did not know what he thought of, but he became silently happy.
Withdrawing his gaze, Dongzhang slowly walked towards Zhang Yimeng who was in front of the steps, and pointed his hand at the injured man: "Senior Hong, the culprit of your Beggar Gang incident is someone else, not him."
"What?! If you say it's not, then it's not?!"
These words naturally caused a lot of dissatisfaction within the Beggar Clan. Hong Qigong stared at the calm man in the audience with a gloomy old face, and said in a deep voice: "Do you know something? Dong Zhang.
"
"Well, I know something, but that's all. I want to take this man away."
Ignoring Hong Qigong's huge flow of air, Dong Zhang glanced at him with half-squinted eyes.
These words shocked everyone in the audience. How dare he? He was still alone. You must know that this is the lair of the beggar gang. There are thousands of people. Each one of them can drown him with a spit of spit. How dare he?
Also a little fatter.
"Even if it wasn't him, the death of the disciples of the Beggar Clan in his hands would have cost him his life. How can I explain this to my disciples!"
Hong Qigong roared these words, and his chest and abdomen were still heaving violently at this moment. He must have been very angry.
He glanced slightly at Zhang Yimeng who was on the ground and smiled. Dongzhang turned his head and looked directly at Hong Qigong on the high platform and said: "Those who kill people will always be killed. That is your own business."
"Are you really determined to protect him?!!"
"Um."
In response to Hong Qigong's question softly, Dongzhang said with a smile, "I have heard that the Beggar Clan's Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon is the best palm technique in the world. I am not very talented, so I want to try it too."
Woolen cloth."
"Bold! Senior Hong dares to be so bold in person! You are so tired of living!!"
Dongzhang's words naturally aroused everyone's dissatisfaction, and a middle-aged swordsman who was talented and arrogant immediately scolded him.
"Ah"
Dongzhang heard the sound and raised the corner of his mouth slightly. His left leg suddenly moved quickly under his clothes, and he kicked the wooden chopsticks on the table. There was a sharp "whoosh" sound, and the chopsticks were heard.
"stop!!"
Seeing Dongzhang's intention, Hong Qigong was still half a beat slow in speaking. Before he finished speaking, a scream rang out from the crowd.
"Ahhhh!!! My eyes!!"
But seeing the middle-aged swordsman kneeling down and crying in pain with his hands covering his right eye, a wooden chopstick suddenly penetrated most of the right eye socket, leaving only an inch of the chopstick head exposed to the air, and blood trickled down, soaking him.
Half of his face looked extremely penetrating.
The two of them were at least thirty meters apart, and Dongzhang's chopsticks were able to shoot out his pupils with precision. No one in the world could do this with more than five fingers.
"you!!?"
Looking at Dong Zhang in the audience in shock, Hong Qigong felt a huge wave in his heart. Did Dong Zhang break through?
"Naochao, I want to take someone, when will it be your turn to talk again?"
Glancing slightly at Hong Qigong, who still had a look of shock on his face, Dongzhang smiled and said: "Senior, no matter what happens today, I have to take this person away. Mark the line and I will pick him up."
"Brother Dongzhang!"
Looking sadly at the man she admired, Guo Fu's eyes turned red quickly. She couldn't explain what she was feeling. She just felt that the man at this moment was unusually strange.
"Okay, okay! Then I'll see if a junior like you has this ability!"
But seeing that there was no wind in Hong Qigong's hair at this moment, he raised his left palm slightly, pushed the left hook with his right hand to make a half circle, bent his right palm with two index fingers, half a fist and half a palm, and the terrifying air wave hit his body uncontrollably.
He stirred up the energy and twisted his waist, and the figure disappeared from the high platform in an instant.
Woohoo!!!!
The violent air waves pushed directly in front of the stage, pushing everyone back uncontrollably. The terrifying air waves made bursts of roars like dragon roars.
Do not use Qianlong!
Dong Zhang, who was the first to bear the brunt, was blown by the air wave, and his clothes were rustling, and the black hair on his forehead was blown back and stood upright by the strong wind.
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Dongzhang did not retreat but moved forward, leaping out in two steps. The moment he moved quickly, his right hand immediately grasped the hilt of the sword behind his waist, and he drew the sword with his backhand.
Zheng!!!
A crisp sword chant suddenly resounded throughout the inner hall, a flash of cold light quickly passed through the air, and Dong Zhang slashed the swooping Hong Qigong with a backhand sword.
The latter's expression changed slightly when the long sword was unsheathed. The sharp sword energy on the iron sword could be felt from a distance with his pair of iron palms, and there was a faint tingling sensation in both palms.
when!!!
The two of them faced each other head-on, one from top to bottom, and the other from bottom to top. The two figures collided in mid-air, creating waves of powerful air waves that blew away the people around them again.
Standing at the back, looking at the two people fighting, his eyes were full of shock.
Zhang Yimeng, who was located in the center, was thrown away by the air wave and rolled twice before he could stop himself. Looking at the decisive battle between the two, Zhang Yimeng grimaced in pain and couldn't help coughing twice, his face
Smiling slightly bitterly: "This bastard"
Hong Qigong's long sword was shaken to the spine by Hong Qigong's palm, lowering the sword's power. The latter took advantage of the situation and turned his wrist to block the opponent's waist, slashing straight towards the opponent's waist and abdomen.
Hong Qigong was not just a cat or a dog, he had a lot of fighting experience. Before the two of them had even landed on the ground, he had already raised his foot to hook Dong Zhang's sword-holding wrist and pushed him outward.
thumping!
The two of them finally landed on the ground and stood on the steps. They saw a smile on Dongzhang's face. He took off his sword with his right hand and threw it to the left. The long sword quickly spun between the two of them. Hong Qigong had to shrink his waist.
avoid.
Unexpectedly, Dong Zhang suddenly raised his right leg and kicked it on the hilt of the sword.
call out!!!
At this distance, even Hong Qigong would inevitably have a headache, but when he saw the long sword being kicked by Dong Zhang, he shot it directly towards Hong Qigong's head. Although the latter was surprised, he had already been on guard.
The left palm is round and strong, the right palm is straight and the long sword is slapped away. When the head is raised and the waist is lowered, the left palm carries an invincible force and blasts towards Dong Zhang who is approaching, seeing the dragon in the field.
This move is purely defensive, but it builds a strong wall between himself and Dongzhang. If the enemy comes, he will block it. If the enemy does not come, it will disappear.
"Hey, ginger is still old and spicy, senior Hong has mastered the magic of palm"
But when he saw Dong Zhang, he immediately jumped up and stepped on Hong Qigong's left arm. His right hand quickly chased the long sword that flew away. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and turned his wrist to hit Hong Qigong below him.
Qi Gongzha went.
boom!!!!
A huge sound spread throughout the inner hall, Dong Zhang pierced the steps with his sword, and the iron sword blessed by the internal force actually split the steps into two halves with one strike.
But underneath him, there was no trace of Hong Qigong.
Without looking back, Dongzhang held the sword in his left hand and made a backhand stance with the sword behind his back.
when!!
A huge force immediately came from the sword. Needless to say, it must have been caused by Hong Qigong clapping his hands. He slid around the high platform, Dong Zhang pressed the long sword behind him and ran quickly, and soon appeared beside him.
The figure of Hong Qigong.
Dong Zhang, who was running, soon felt a strong wind coming over him, but he was unmoved. He trembled his arms and thrust his sword seven inches forward to stab Hong Qigong on the opposite side. The latter slapped away the long sword with both palms.
When Zhang saw him, he immediately turned over his sword and cut his throat across the way.
The swords and swords went straight towards the opponent's vital points. No one dared to approach wherever the two of them passed. They all stayed away and turned to watch. As the fierce battle was getting thicker, a dark shadow suddenly jumped out from the sea of people.
The fierce air waves broke through the air and shot straight towards the upper third road of Dongzhang.
"Um?"
In the midst of the battle, Zhang Dong was stunned, but seeing that this man's skill was not inferior to that of Hong Qigong, he immediately stopped holding back, cut the air waves with his backhand left and right, and then jumped up to the long table.
At this time, two people were attacking at the same time. Hong Qigong used his strongest move, Kanglong Yougui, but when he saw that his left leg was slightly bent, his right arm was bent inward, he made a circle with his right palm, and with a cry, he went straight to the long table.
Dongzhang from above pushed over.
On the right, the mysterious master stretched out his index fingers with both hands and continuously struck at the key points on Dongzhang's body, with strong finger power shooting out from behind.
boom!!!!
Under the pressure of the three masters, the table, which was more than ten meters long, could no longer hold up. It broke in the middle and fell to the ground. Dust and dust filled the inner hall, and everyone left in shock.
Dong Zhang, who was in the center, was seen holding a sword around his shoulder with one hand and holding it behind his back. At this moment, Hong Qigong hit the iron sword with both palms, bending the long sword to the extreme, while Dong Zhang's right palm was in contact with another high man.
Touch your fingertips.
A three-person force formed, and two people worked together to attack Dongzhang.
"Dongzhang! The lives of several of my disciples must be repaid today!"
The voice was gentle in the middle, but there was a majesty that could not be underestimated in the gentleness. When the dust dispersed, the figure of the mysterious man suddenly jumped into everyone's sight. Huo Ran was none other than the long-lost Master Yideng.
Dong Zhang resisted the attacks of two peerless masters by himself. At this moment, his face finally darkened. He shook off Hong Qigong behind him with his sword. Dong Zhang's right arm suddenly swelled twice in size.
Buzz!!!
A colorless and invisible wave of hot air immediately came out of his palm, and Yideng's face changed slightly and he jumped sideways.
boom!!!!
With one palm, he smashed several tables and chairs in front of him. Dongzhang stood up, looked at the iron sword in his hand that was bent by Hong Qigong, lowered his head and remained silent for a while, and then a terrifyingly calm voice resounded through the inner hall: "Hong
I took the old man away."
After saying that, he jumped off the long table and walked to Zhang Yimeng who was standing aside.
"Can you take it with you?!"
Hong Qigong was happy to see his old friend, but he still walked straight towards Zhang Yimeng's father-in-law with a sullen face.
After helping the man up on the ground, Zhang Yimeng let Zhang Yimeng lie on his shoulders. He turned to look at Hong Qigong opposite and grinned: "I can take him away with the lives of several elders and the chief helmsman of your Beggar Clan."
"!!!!!?"
Ignoring Hong Qigong who looked shocked on his face, Dongzhang helped Zhang Yimeng and walked slowly to the door. No one dared to stop him wherever he passed. He could only look at Hong Qigong and Master Yideng with helpless eyes.
Dongzhang walked away.
Dongzhang's words undoubtedly sent many signals to Hong Qigong. He immediately turned to look at the crowd and found that the two elders and the chief helmsman were not among them. He was shocked and hurriedly followed Dongzhang out of the main altar. Although Yideng was not clear,
Therefore, I still followed Hong Qigong out of the inner hall. Next to me, there was a woman I hadn't seen for a long time, Gongsun Lv'e.
When everyone saw this, they cheered and walked out.
At this time, the moon was on the branches, and a crescent moon hung quietly on the branches.
As soon as he went out, Hong Qigong's expression changed dramatically, as did Master Yideng beside him.
But I saw three blood-stained people hanging between a few big trees. Invisible threads hung them in the middle, like human puppets, with drops of blood sliding to the ground. They were the two missing people from the Beggar Gang.
The famous elder and chief helmsman Wang Wencheng.
On the tree, a mysterious man wearing a bamboo hat sat astride the middle, holding an invisible thread with one hand. Under the tree, a woman covered in black clothes jumped to the ground holding a long sword. Beside her,
Sitting on a big rock was a tall and round-waisted man, looking at Dong Zhang who was slowly approaching with a smile.
Beside him, a woman with a cold temperament leaned against the tree and crossed her arms and looked over. Her face was covered with stab wounds and sword marks, and she was looking at everyone with a sneer.
At the end, there was a white-haired old man with his hands behind his back. When he saw the person coming, he couldn't help but glance at Zhang Yimeng on Dong Zhang's shoulder.
This group of people was none other than Baicao Xian, Han Wugou, Master Shengyin, the chef, and Yanbo Diaosou who had retired for many years.
It can be said that they are all evil people.
Slowly walking in front of a few people, Dongzhang stopped immediately and helped Zhang Yimeng, who was unsteady on his feet, under the moonlight. He turned his face to the side and smiled: "Master Yideng, Senior Hong, if you want to avenge your apprentice (disciple)
, three months later, at the top of Mount Huashan, I will wait for you."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Dong immediately turned around and helped Zhang Yimeng walk into the depths of the dense forest. Behind him, these evil men with unknown reputations followed.