Anpingfang is the most prosperous commercial district in Beijing.
The fight between Lao Dao and Qiao Yi actually only occupied the street near the tea shop. The passage on the other side was not blocked, but even this was considered a spectacle.
No one has the guts to do it on the street yet!
The surrounding people could see the excitement, and no one came forward to chase them away. Instead, they each found a corner to watch the show!
The old Taoist's movement was very elegant, but when he heard the old servant's shameless shouting, he was inevitably hit. He was distracted, and he was half a beat slower in the air. He was hit by Aunt Qiao's leg and fell backwards.
As a beautiful woman and a noble lady, Aunt Qiao did not take advantage of his illness to kill him like the usual desperadoes.
Instead, she stood there and looked at her body. The shoes she was wearing had gotten a little dirty somewhere during the fight.
Her mood at the moment was not very beautiful either.
The old man stood up straight, rubbed his chest, and took a deep breath. His fair face was red with anger, and he cursed: "Old bald man, you are shameless and skinless. I am still afraid of you. You came at the right time. You just ruined me." Regarding the Taoist robe, now I will let you know what the wrath of a real person is!"
If a real person doesn't show off his power, you think I learned this martial arts just to keep fit!
"Stinky Taoist, who are you calling bald? Do you want to stop and compare who has more hair and who is bald!" The old servant pointed at the old Taoist and spat.
"Compare it to another, real person, my three thousand white hair is as fierce as a waterfall, but it can't compare to your smelly ditch hair?" The old Taoist pulled out the wooden hairpin on his head. His white hair was not bound by the wooden hairpin, and poured out. Down, swaying in the wind.
Coupled with a wrinkle-free face, it really looks a bit fairy-like!
Following the veteran's actions, the old servant was stunned.
He really didn't expect that the old man would actually stop and compare his hair with his own.
We are all experts, can we be more mature?
If you act like this, I, Old Wei, will never be able to step down.
The old servant's heart was moved for a moment, but after all, he had experienced the world! If the other person is mentally immature, is he also immature?
The old servant held a spear, pointed it at the old Taoist, and cursed righteously: "Smelly Taoist priest, you have dressed yourself up to look like a young man when you are old, and now you are still disheveled, why don't you show off your face."
Hearing this, the old Taoist said angrily: "I, the real man, swear today that I will pluck out the remaining hair on your head."
"You're still a real person, bah!"
The old servant spit out thick phlegm like nails and sprayed it on the side of the old Taoist's shoes.
The old Taoist's face turned cold and he said: "You vulgar man, there is a time when you kneel down and beg me."
The old Taoist put his hands behind his back and bent down to press towards the old servant.
"You are a rootless person, but you also want me, Old Wei, to kneel down. It's your wishful thinking."
The old servant didn't hesitate, he just stabbed with a gun.
"I stab!"
"I stab!"
"Draw out the gun!"
"Draw out the gun!"
The iron spear in the old servant's hand stabbed and swept through the air without any order.
"When you get older, you shouldn't talk so much. You've made so many moves, that's all." The old Taoist relied on his exquisite body skills to wander among the forest of the old servant's guns.
"Then you know, the older a person is, the harder the gun is." A trace of ferocity flashed across the old servant's face, and the iron gun in his hand became more messy. The speed was a bit slower, but the old man did feel that the opponent was a bit stronger.
The crowd watching the show was getting bigger and bigger, and there were many young rangers who were familiar with the old Tao. It was the first time that he saw the old Tao in this figure. He didn't care whether the old Tao agreed or not, so he respectfully called him master and helped him. Come on!
His cheap disciples were very united. There was a beautiful woman in the audience. When they saw the woman having sex, they just shouted from the outside: "Master, you have to be careful!"
Judging from the expressions on everyone's faces that they were watching the show, it didn't look like they were worried about the veteran being injured. They were just making noise for the fun, or maybe it was to make the beautiful woman glance this way and pay more attention to herself.
Most of these sour rangers will have a dream!
If one day I can be spotted by a magnificent chivalrous woman, I will retire from the world.
When you see a bald man who dares to bully the master you admire most in your heart, you can't say anything about calling him a motherfucker!
A series of curses rose into the sky!
"Master, fuck this bald guy to death."
"Master, tear off this old bald man's head and use it as a urinal for your disciples."
"Master, do you want me to pick up bricks? The iron gun in the old bald man's hand looks a bit fierce, so I have to do it!"
"Master, this ugly bald man doesn't look good-looking at first glance. He has a sinister look."
"Master, what do I want to say? Stop talking. Come on! Fuck him."
The atmosphere outside was not to mention lively!
When Li Junchen saw this, he carefully guarded his surroundings. He moved a few steps carelessly. It was better to stay away from Lu Youjing at this time. He was not a stranger in the same way, so he couldn't suffer an unreasonable disaster!
Lu Youjing was also a smart man. Seeing the hatred that Uncle Wei had stirred up, he gradually disappeared into the crowd.
The old servant heard the shouts next to him and thought it was his marksmanship that caused a sensation! He looked extremely proud.
With the young woman joining in, two against one, he felt a lot more relaxed.
The old Taoist slapped his gun body with his palm, and the old servant took a few steps back.
I originally wanted to take advantage of this gap to turn around and make secret glances at my young master to show off.
He looked at the place where Lu Youjing was standing just now and saw that no one was there.
After taking a closer look, I saw that the second row in the crowd was wearing all white. Isn't this the young man I spend time with day and night?
The old servant's thoughts changed and he said: "Sir, I will go all out to pierce this old and dishonest smelly Taoist priest. He wears his chest and arms exposed all day long. He doesn't know who he is showing off his head and poses for. Look. Her face is as fair as that of the girl in the hook bar. She is really shameless at this age!"
The loud voice startled Qiaoyi and Lao Dao who were fighting, and she was almost hit by Lao Dao's palm.
Aunt Qiao flew back, steadied her figure, glanced sideways at the old servant, and said displeasedly: "If you want to get up, get up, don't scream around, or get out if you don't get up."
The old Taoist did not take advantage of the danger and rush to kill the young woman. Instead, he stopped and sarcastically said to the old servant: "Old bald man, when you are old, just squat down. Your broken spear cannot stab you." Middle old man."
The old servant glanced at the young woman but did not respond.
Now is not the time for fighting!
He withdrew his gaze, stared at the old Taoist, and said, "Then you have to be careful!"
The old servant was holding a dark spear, with the tip slightly upward.
He moved, and his whole body's momentum suddenly changed with his pace.
For a moment.
The old servant exudes the same breathtaking power as the gun head!
He turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards Lao Dao, and the boundless force of his spear forced the onlookers back one after another.
"It's such a strong wind!"
"That's the energy that gun owners exude."
The old Taoist felt the terrifying power of the gun radiating from the old servant's body, and his brows trembled slightly: "The inner energy is separated from the body, and the surrounding people can be affected even if they are ten feet away. This old servant of Beixiang Prince's Mansion, I am afraid that the internal energy has been separated from the body." The pinnacle of the realm.”
In an instant, the old Taoist understood that this bald man was serious about it.
In the capital, or in this bustling city, if I dare to leave my body, I don't know if I am sighing that the bald man is confident or bold!
But no matter what the outcome is, you can't help worrying about others.
He is not afraid of hurting people and dares to take action. If I resist and hurt someone, you can't blame me!
If the old servant knew what Lao Dao was thinking at this time, he would probably run away without taking Lu Youjing to play.
Attack is far simpler than defense, not to mention he is a master at the peak of the body separation realm!
The excitement in Anpingfang in the capital is getting louder and louder, these people are getting crazier and crazier, and the courage of ordinary people is also growing unknowingly.
These people are really looking at the evil at the gate of hell, and the more they look at it, the cooler they get!
The old man thought of a countermeasure in the blink of an eye. He stood in a strange posture, put his palms on his chest, and pushed forward. A strong internal force enveloped his palms.
This is another time to play with bare hands versus weapons.
The internal strength of the old Taoist hand is not inferior to that of the old servant at first glance. At least they are martial arts masters at the peak of the body separation realm.
A rare sneer appeared on the old servant's lips: "Are you looking down on me?"
Overlord admires the moon!
He groaned and called out the name of his move, as if he was remembering something.
When the Overlord takes action, he naturally has the spirit of a king and moves forward indomitably.
In an instant, the old man felt like he was in a gap filled with spears. He was like a scarecrow, unable to move and with nowhere to hide.
Everything between heaven and earth disappeared, silent and cold.
The old Taoist gestured with his hands in the air.
very slow!
"combine!"
After a loud shout!
His palms were like a whirlpool, sucking all the spears that should have been pierced around him between his palms!
"Dong dong dong!" A dull sound echoed in the air!
The old man strolled leisurely in the courtyard and moved forward slowly. He raised his hands in front of his chest and made a motion of swatting flies, swinging back and forth. As he swatted, a gentle rhyme sounded on the street.
