Han Qingjue also felt it, his face sank, his eagle-like eyes flashed, and he quickly turned back -
Outside the ruined temple, a dark group of people formed circles and circles, completely surrounding them!
What surprised Fenghua and Han Qingjue the most was that these people turned out to be beggars?
They were wearing shabby and dirty clothes, holding a broken bowl in their left hand, and a stick in their right hand. They all had disheveled hair and muddy faces, but their eyes exuded a gloomy aura, and they stared at Fenghua with unkind eyes.
!
"Where did so many beggars come from?" Han Qingjue frowned, already smelling a strong stench coming to his nose.
Fenghua's frown deepened. Where did these people come from? Could it be that they were here to rob?
"Ahem!" Han Qingjue walked to the door and said to the beggars: "Well... we are not rich people, we don't have that much money to spend with you! Go back, there are two rabbits here, if you want them, just
Take it and share it!" After saying that, he threw the two rabbits over!
"Puchi" sound!
A stick shot through the air and poked the two rabbits into a bunch of candied haws and fell to the ground!
Han Qingjue frowned. These beggars are not ordinary beggars. They all know martial arts!
It’s hard to deal with!
"What do you think we should do?" Han Qingjue whispered into Fenghua's ear.
"..." Fenghua glanced at him and said nothing.
At this time, a figure leaped over from the crowd, stepping on the shoulders of the beggars, standing steadily at the front with extraordinary skill.
He is also dressed as a beggar, his whole body is dirty, his shabby clothes are all patched, his hair is disheveled, his face is dark, his eyes are deep and steady, and what he holds in his hand is not a wooden stick, but made of unknown materials.
The stick is emerald green, looks like jade, and looks a bit like bamboo!
"You were the one who killed Tiehu?" He stared at Fenghua with a deep gaze, his brows furrowed slightly, with a murderous aura!
"Who is Tiehu?" Fenghua said coldly.
"The person you killed just now in the inn was Tie Hu. His iron armor and iron head skills are the best in the world. No one can defeat him, but you, you, actually defeated him?" His deep eyes were filled with questions.
Doubtful, he never believed that the silver-robed young man in front of him could defeat Tie Hu?
"So he is Tie Hu." Feng Hua's cold eyes flashed with vigilance, and he raised his eyebrows: "Yes, so what if I killed him? Are you here to seek revenge for him?"
"I don't believe you can kill him!" His deep eyes narrowed into a dangerous straight line. The next second, he flew forward and struck Fenghua with a palm...
Fenghua took a step forward, pulled out the soft sword from his waist, and jumped forward——
"Qiang——"
"Qiang——"
"Qiang——"
After three moves, the two of them landed steadily!
He was squatting on the ground, his messy dirty hair covering most of his face. A breeze blew, and a bunch of hair fell to the ground lightly, drifting with the wind...
A look of surprise flashed through his deep eyes!
This young man actually...
But Mu Fenghua was still standing there unscathed, the corner of her mouth curled up coldly: "What I ruined just now was your hair, now, what I want to take is your head, take the move -" She raised the sword in her hand,
About to pounce forward!
"Wait!" he suddenly shouted.
Fenghua paused, and the next second, she was shocked!
He fell to his knees and knelt down - all the beggars in the audience knelt down with a plop!