While he was talking, the beggar had already come to the opposite side and sat down. He had a salivating look on his face and looked anxious, as if he would reach out and snatch the chicken butt if he wasn't given to him.
He took off the gourd from his back, took a big sip, wiped a handful of wine beads from his beard, then handed the gourd to the two of them and said, "Baby, do you want to drink?"
Huang Rong glanced at the gourd and lost interest. Even if she was drinking, she would not use the old beggar's gourd. There was still the old beggar's saliva on it!
Jingzhou took out a bottle of wine from his waist, shook it at Hong Qigong, opened his mouth slightly, and said with a smile: "Old Nuerhong, we have our own wine."
He pulled out the stopper, and the aroma of wine immediately filled the air.
Hong Qigong took a whiff, his throat moved, and he swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva. It was obvious that the wine brought out by the young man in front of him was much better than his.
Hong Qigong was originally a voracious person. In his early years, he cut off one of his fingers in order to get rid of this bad habit. However, he still did not change it later. When he smelled the strong aroma of wine, he couldn't bear it.
He kept saying, "Baby, I'm afraid this wine of yours must be at least fifteen years old. This taste, this taste, eh, eh, it's unmistakable..."
As he spoke, he was crying.
Although he is the leader of the largest gang in the world, he cannot always drink this old Nerubong. Except for the three months in the palace, he rarely drank this kind of fine wine.
Hong Qigong glanced at the white and tender chicken in Jingzhou's hand, and then at the wine bag in his right hand, and almost couldn't help but want to reach out and grab it.
Seeing him like this, Jing Zhou secretly laughed inwardly. Sure enough, this old beggar was a real foodie, and his appetite was his weakness. Otherwise, that silly boy Guo Jing would not have had the chance to learn how to subdue the dragon in the first place.
Eighteen palms.
Jingzhou secretly gave him half of the chicken, including the chicken butt.
Hong Qigong was overjoyed and reached out to grab it. He couldn't help but take a big mouthful and swallowed the chicken butt.
"delicious!"
"Your tongue is lucky to be able to eat the beggar's chicken roasted by me!" Huang Rong gently tore off a piece of chicken, blew a few breaths, and then held it in her mouth.
"Hahaha, that's right! That's right! The beggar has a good tongue today, what a chicken, what a chicken ass!"
While Hong Qigong was eating, he couldn't help but praise it. After a while, he ate it cleanly.
"It's wonderful, it's wonderful, not even my ancestor, the beggar, can control such a remarkable beggar chicken."
Compared to Hong Qigong's remnants of the storm, Huang Rong and Jing Zhou ate slowly and carefully. When Hong Qigong finished eating, they still had more than half of the chicken in their hands.
Although the beggar's chicken was delicious, it was just mediocre compared to other dishes prepared by Huang Rong. However, seeing Hong Qigong enjoying the meal, Jingzhou's appetite improved a bit.
When he saw that Hong Qigong was still staring at his wine bag, Jingzhou took it with one hand, placed it three feet away from Hong Qigong's eyes, and shook it at him.
Hong Qigong said with a "hehe" smile: "Baby, if you want to invite Jiahuazi to drink, the beggar will not be polite!"
After saying that, Hong Qigong grabbed the wine bag. Just when he was about to grab the wine bag, Jing Zhou flipped it down, and his claws that he was sure to grab missed.
"Okay, if you can catch this wine bag, why don't I treat you to a drink, sir?" Jing Zhou waved his hand again, and the wine bag was again three feet away from Hong Qigong's eyes.
"Hey, I didn't expect the old beggar to miss the mark. Your doll seems to be a bit more powerful than that female doll." Although his previous catch was random, there is no one in this world that he can catch easily.
Not much, and besides, when he looked at Jingzhou, he was casually looking down at it, not taking it seriously at all.
This moment, Hong Qigong's mind was aroused, and he wanted to see how high the kung fu of the doll in front of him was.
In the blink of an eye, Hong Qigong grabbed the wine bag four or five times, but Jingzhou seemed to be able to determine his path in advance, and he missed the target several times in succession.
"I didn't expect that Huang Laoxie got a good apprentice. Baby, the old beggar is going to take it seriously."
Hong Qigong sighed, then turned his claws into palms and slapped Jingzhou's wrist.
Seeing Hong Qigong change his claws into palms, Jingzhou threw the wine bag into the air, then swung his right palm forward to hit him.
With a "bang" sound, the two palms met, and the dust on the ground was scattered by the wind from the palms. Hong Qigong shook his body twice, with a face full of shock: "What a profound internal power!"
On the other hand, Jingzhou didn't move at all. He still smiled at him calmly. He grabbed it with his right hand and the wine bag fell back into his hand.
When Huang Rong saw that the beggar's palm had only four fingers, and he could match Jing Zhou's palm, Huang Rong guessed his identity, smiled slightly, and said: "Guild Leader Hong, if you don't use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms,
But I can't beat my boss. Hehe, you'd better use your best efforts to press the bottom of the box, otherwise, you won't be able to drink this wine."
She had heard Jing Zhou tell him about the Four Skills before, and not only did she know their appearance, but she also knew clearly how well they pressed the bottom of the box.
Now she wants to see what the famous Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms looks like, which can be ranked the best in the world!
By the way, let’s take a look at what level the master’s martial arts has reached.
Neither Liang Ziwen nor Ouyang Ke could resist Jingzhou. Huang Rong had never seen him attack with all his strength. Today, he rarely encountered Bei Bei, one of the Four Ultimate Skills. Maybe he could force Jingzhou to use his strength.
Try your best.
Hong Qigong really took a look at Jingzhou and said to himself: "This kid looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, but his skills are really quite high. If he didn't use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he might not be able to defeat him.
What a damn freak, the old beggar is considered to have very high qualifications. Twenty years ago when I was discussing swordsmanship in Huashan, I was probably only as good as this, but my skills were much better than this kid's."
At this time, Hong Qigong saw that there was such a descendant on Peach Blossom Island. It could be said that he had a successor, but his own beggar gang was powerless. If he waited until he was stunned, what would happen to this big beggar gang?
It seems that I have to find a good successor. If Huang Laoxie can find one, he is not bad either.
Since this kid's skills are not low, Hong Qigong didn't care about it. Besides, he was also a martial arts fanatic in addition to his appetite. He said: "Little brother, the old beggar has a set of palm skills. Take a look.
Let’s see how it compares with your Peach Blossom Island kung fu skills?”
Since the last sword debate in Huashan, Hong Qigong rarely used this palm technique in front of others. This palm technique is extremely strong and powerful, and every palm has overwhelming power.
After Wang Chongyang's death, except for Ouyang Feng, no one in the world could take over his mastery.
If he hadn't been young twenty years ago and hadn't mastered this palm technique, then Wang Chongyang might not have been able to defeat him and win the No. 1 position in the world...