"It's Yang Hongxi and Guan Zijun. The emaciated young man replied.

"Okay, I see. He hung up the phone after saying that.

And Guan Zijun and Yang Hongxi came to the outside of the city, looking at the undulating mountains in front of them, the two of them suddenly had a big head.

"How's it going?," Yang Hongxi tilted his head to look at Guan Zijun.

"Nope. Guan Zijun shook his head.

At this moment, a group of young men in vests surrounded the two, and the group walked out with a look of disrespect.

"Hey, what are you doing?" shouted a bald head in a white vest at the backs of Yang Hongxi and Guan Zijun.

Yang Hongxi and Guan Zijun turned their heads and glanced at the group of people.

"Hey, don't talk, do you?" a flat-headed black vest walked out of the crowd and looked at the two of them in a very arrogant tone.

"What are you doing?" Yang Hongxi looked at everyone and said to the flat head who was about to walk in front of him.

"My eldest brother is the boss of this territory, and when you come here, you have to pay us the toll. Flathead gave a thumbs up and pointed back.

"Are you asking for money, are you so blatant now?" Yang Hongxi smiled.

"Don't talk nonsense, pay the money, and get out. A hint of cruelty appeared on the flat-headed face, and then disappeared.

"Then how much do you want?" Yang Hongxi stopped Guan Zijun, who was about to rush up, and said lightly to Pingtou.

"Heh... Big brother, how much do these two cost?" said Pingtou sneered, then turned his head to look at the bald head in the white vest and said.

"Two of us, we have a dozen brothers here, 10,000 each. There was a meaning in the bald head and fierce eyes.

"Twenty thousand?" said Pingtou suspiciously.

"I said Xiao Er, are you stupid? It's 10,000 for each of us, understand?" A yellow hair next to the bald head stepped forward and faced the flat head with a brain collapse.

"We want to give it too, but I don't have it now, and I'm penniless. Yang Hongxi's eyes were full of banter.

"Hmph, then cut off your limbs. Huang Mao shouted angrily, and threw a punch towards Yang Hongxi, and this punch was still a little strong.

Huang Mao saw that his fist was about to hit Yang Hongxi, his eyes showed surprise, while the people behind him showed disappointed expressions.

Boom.

The strong wind of Huang Mao's fist waving passed over Yang Hongxi's body, and Huang Mao's fist was held in Yang Hongxi's hand: "Say, who sent you?"

"Brothers, get on it. Huang Mao let out a painful voice and shouted behind him.

"Up. The bald head shouted, and then the group of young men in vests rushed towards Yang Hongxi and Guan Zijun.

Yang Hongxi and Guan Zijun glanced at each other, and then Guan Zijun took a step forward, and his aura radiated.

Suddenly, this group of young people who were still rushing stopped all of a sudden.

"Don't be afraid, this man is just a paper tiger, he is so thin that he will definitely not be able to carry our fists. The bald man shouted when he saw the crowd stop.

"Rush. That flat head's eyes lit up, and he punched Guan Zijun.

The corners of Guan Zijun's mouth curled slightly, and he kicked lightly towards the flat head.

Boom.

Pingtou didn't move at all, and even hit Guan Zijun's thigh.

"Zijun, flat-headed and bald-headed are warriors, and the others are ordinary people, be careful. Yang Hongxi saw that Guan Zijun was beaten, and hurriedly reminded. Battle

"Yangbo, I see. Guan Zijun took a half step back and nodded.

Then he quickly squatted down, swept away, and knocked down the few people who rushed to the front, and then Guan Zijun supported the ground with his right hand and kicked twice at the bald head who rushed in.

The bald head suddenly retreated, and when the flat head saw that Guan Zijun was still on the ground, he quickly punched Guan Zijun's head.

At this time, Guan Zijun was still retracting his legs, he saw the flat head attacking him, the hand that supported his body was taken away, and he fell to the ground.

Seeing that his attack was empty, Pingtou smashed it downward.

Guan Zijun rolled on the ground, dodged the attack of the flat head, and quickly stood up.

Looking at the small pit smashed by his right fist, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty looks.

Guan Zijun kicked out of the flat head, this time it was no longer as weak as just now, and Guan Zijun's trouser legs began to brush.

Boom.

Pingtou was directly kicked out by Guan Zijun, but everyone didn't notice the distance that Pingtou flew out.

Their eyes were locked on Guan Zijun and Yang Hongxi.

Yang Hongxi saw Guan Zijun kick Pingtou away, he let go of Huang Mao's hand, Huang Mao didn't think about why he was let go, his face turned sideways, and he hit Guan Zijun's back.

Yang Hongxi's face showed a faint look of mockery, and he saw Guan Zijun's backhand elbow smashed directly on Huang Mao's head.

Huang Mao suddenly fell to the ground, waving his hand still as it was, but the corners of Huang Mao's eyes and mouth began to spill blood.

Guan Zijun took two steps forward at this time, grabbed the bald head that was still charging, and threw it towards Yang Hongxi.

"Tell me, who sent you?" Yang Hongxi said, grabbing his bald arm.

"Hmph, don't think about it. The bald head looked at Yang Hongxi, and his face showed a generous and righteous expression.

"Zizizi, a martial artist who is just getting started. Yang Hongxi didn't plan to talk nonsense, he just pulled at the bald arm.

Card it.

"Ahh

"Do you still know that it hurts?" Yang Hongxi looked at his bald head covering his dislocated hand: "Do you want to say it?"

"Don't think about it. Cold sweat dripped from his bald forehead, but he still made a very hard appearance.

"Toast without eating and eating and drinking. Yang Hongxi snorted coldly, and then pulled the bald hand's other hand hard.

Suddenly blood splattered, and those who were still rushing suddenly felt some heat on their faces, followed by cries of pain.

Their footsteps suddenly stopped, and they looked towards the side where the sound was coming from.

When they saw that the bald man's hand had been torn off, they immediately scattered as birds and beasts, and they didn't care about the bald head.

"Don't you say it yet?, do you want me to rip off all your limbs?" Yang Hongxi's face showed a grim look, and he said in a cold tone.

"Ahh I said, I said... It's from the Tang Sect..."Before the bald head finished speaking, a silver needle flew from a distance and inserted directly into the bald man's body.

The bald head died instantly.

"Who?" Guan Zijun shouted into the distance.

It's just that no one can respond to him, and he can't find any traces when he scans it with his divine sense.

"Forget it, Zijun, let's continue to look for it, this guy just said that it is Tangmen. Yang Hongxi waved his hand at Guan Zijun.

"Okay, Uncle Yang, now us?" Guan Zijun turned to look at Yang Hongxi.