"That's it! Elder Xuan Heng, is it considered a gentleman to use a concealed weapon to hurt someone in public? How can such a despicable and dirty villain have the dignity to sit in the lobby?"
"What, using a hidden weapon, this is too despicable..."
"It turns out it's him. He knows people and faces, but doesn't know their hearts..."
"Oh, what a villain, so shameless..."
The people in the hall were shouting at each other one after another...
The wind blows across the sky, the sky is high and the clouds are light...
Hearing this, He Wanshan was so angry that he was so angry. But when he saw his eyebrows drooping, like a peach branch bent by the spring breeze, and his face turned purple, like a candel that had been beaten by frost, he When he looked far away, he saw a fat white figure who had been standing in front of the hall for a long time. He Wanshan, who had suffered a great shame and humiliation, lost all face. A pair of dull and dull eyes stared at Bai Ying coldly, as if to kill him. Stare out a hole!
If you had not died today, how could I, Hewanshan, have gained a foothold in the world? Although he was full of hatred in his heart, he pretended to be calm on his face, so he endured his temper, opened his almond-shaped eyes and sneered: "Haha, how can we call it a hidden weapon to hurt someone in a martial arts competition? It's just that he has a bad mind, and he can't steal the chicken but lose the handle." Mi, you still have the nerve to act wild here!"
"Hey, He Wanshan, don't be too proud. If you hurt my second brother, I, the fourth brother, will have to settle the bill with you!" Bai Ying raised his eyebrows lightly and smiled sinisterly!
This person is none other than Bizhong Dao, who ranks fourth in Yunzhong Ganbi. Even though he is ranked fourth, his sword skills are the most powerful among the four! This Yunzhong Gan Bi was originally a major sect in the martial arts world headed by Bi Zhongtian, the fourth brother of the Bi family. His disciples were good at riding and shooting, and each of them had developed superb martial arts. The kung fu on the tip of the knife was very good, and Bi Zhongtian What Zhongdao was holding was a Bixia flame knife. The knife was three feet long and weighed more than eighty kilograms, but he was holding it up with one hand!
"Second brother, you go and have a rest, let me come and meet this person for a while!" Bizhongdao squinted coldly, but his face looked particularly calm.
"Okay, fourth brother, be careful..." After Bi Zhongjue said that, he walked back out of the hall with a big sword in hand!
After waving his arms for a week, Bizhongdao's sword rose into the air. Suddenly, gusts of wind roared, and thousands of rays of light broke through the sky, like spring thunder! He Wanshan had luck in his hands, and used his inner strength to fly up to meet him. Unexpectedly, his feet were just half a foot off the ground, and his shoulders were pressed down endlessly by a force of over 1,000 pounds. His upper body tilted backwards involuntarily, and Bizhong Dao opened his arms. His arms were like a boundless magic net that tightly enveloped him. He Wanshan was so anxious that he turned his palms into fingers in a hurry and hit Bizhongdao's armpits fiercely. Between his frowns, he only heard "Zheng" "With a sound, a ray of cold light from the broadsword swept across his cheek. The shadow of the ice-like knife was reflected in Bizhongdao's eyes, but he was struck hard by He Wanshan's sharp palm. The broadsword deflected, and the palm of his hand He bypassed the thick blade and slapped Bizhongdao on the head. The palm shadow was so fast that it was extremely fast. He hurriedly turned the sword around. Unexpectedly, this slap was just a plan to attack the east and attack the west. Bizhongdao just realized it. There was a pain in his lower body like a knife cutting him, so his wrist trembled rapidly, and he stretched out his arm to block it. Unexpectedly, he touched it, like hitting a rivet. His hand went numb, and the big knife sank slightly. He held the handle of the knife and jumped back. The tip of the knife touched the ground lightly, and with the help of force, He Wanshan flew a few feet away. He Wanshan clearly had the upper hand. He was happy, and then he spun around, like breaking a bamboo, and his right leg suddenly swept across in a thousand ways, The rhythm of the movement of the shadow was just right, but Bizhongdao's footsteps became messy as he dodges continuously. His eyes were blurred, and he found a perfect opportunity while dodging left and right, and then waved his sword. He slashed at He Wanshan's right shoulder, but it was cut into the air. Just as he was about to retract his sword and strike again, He Wanshan unexpectedly twisted his body and released his palm. This move, "no wind, no wave," hit the weak point, was impossible to guard against, and was extremely brilliant! With a "pop" sound, He Wanshan hit Bizhongdao's head with a palm. Bizhongdao felt that his forehead was split in two, his vision went dark, and he fainted...
"Fourth brother..."
There was a loud shout from the audience, and Bizhongjue rushed forward to help him up, only to see that a hole the size of a thumb had been punched out of Bizhongdao's head, and blood was flowing out continuously!
"Fourth brother, wake up..."
Bizhongjue held his head in his hands and cried bitterly!
"Oh, it's terrible, it's murder!" There was a commotion in the hall, and someone screamed!
"Ah, no, is he really dead?" Another voice of panic and doubt!
"Fourth brother...Fourth brother..."
Accompanied by roars, two more white figures rushed into the hall: "Fourth brother, what's wrong with you..." These two people are the eldest Bizhongtian and the third eldest Bizhongren!
Bizhongdao, who was in a coma, opened his eyes slightly and looked at the three of them, murmuring softly, but only heard the word "big brother", and then he drooped his head again!
"Quickly, kill him and avenge the fourth brother!" Bi Zhongtian stood up and shouted in an astonishing voice!
"Three against one, bullying the minority with more, what kind of skill is that!"
At some point, a man with a figure as dry as firewood and thin green clothes like gauze stood in front of the hall!
"My Bi family's grievances don't need outsiders to interfere. Get out of my way!" Bi Zhongtian pointed at the man in Tsing Yi and said angrily.
"This is my friend, please do something to let him go!"
"Haha, who are you?"
"I am a nameless prodigal in the world, but I am a true man in Dubu!"
"Master Dubu? Haha, I, Yun Zhong Gan Bi, have met a real master today!" Bi Zhongtian glared angrily and gritted his teeth and said: "Three-sword formation, set up the formation!"
"Amitabha, you have no distracting thoughts and no worries. You can't rely on cause and effect! I have long heard that Dugu Beixia's magical skills are unrivaled in the world, and the Chunqi Divine Palm is unrivaled in the world. Master Qingqi of Shaolin Temple is so polite!"
Master Qingqi, who had been sitting quietly in the center of the hall, slowly stood up and gave a slight salute.
"Hahahaha... what a bullshit master, they are all a bunch of rabble!"
Hearty laughter spread through the hall, and everyone looked around, only to see three rays of silver light flying like lightning, straight into the hall!
"careful……"
As soon as the words were spoken, before the reverberation left, I suddenly saw a long stick suddenly flying in the air like an arrow from the string, and dots of silver light floated in, like pear blossoms flying in the snow, and falling flowers in colorful colors...
"Bang...bang...bang..." Three rays of silver light hit the stick in the air, and the shadows of the stick flew and overlapped. Master Qingqi lightly jumped into the air, leaping several feet, just like a butterfly piercing a flower, seeing a dragonfly in the water. Flying...
Ten steps away, the long stick stood firmly on the ground. Master Qingqian's clenched fingers slowly opened, and in his hand were three broken silver needles!
"Hahahaha, you are worthy of being Master Qingqi of Shaolin Temple. He broke three of my silver needles in one breath. This powerful Vajra Finger is indeed worthy of its reputation!"
"Amitabha, orchids are highly poisonous, like flying needles in a dream, I admire you! Since Donor Ye has come prepared, why not tell him in person, Master Qingqi is respectful and polite!" After saying this, he clasped his fingers and bowed silently.
"Master, this witch is not a decent person, we should stay away from her!" said the Taoist priest in the lobby.
"What, a witch? Hahahaha..." All the good times passed by in a flash. Ye Rumeng looked at the Taoist priest with cold eyes, and suddenly felt cold: "I think you are tired of living. !”
Ye Rumeng flicked her fingers lightly, and like the spring breeze blowing on his face, the Taoist priest fell to the ground with a "ah" sound. Looking at his forehead again, there was a red mark, and several petals slowly fell from his head. It's as poignant as a wedding dress that was buried with you!
"Oh, the witch has killed someone!" The people in the hall shouted.
"Amitabha, sin, sin!" Master Qingqi saluted with a contented look on his face...
