[Foshan Shadowless Feet, Gloomy Ecstasy Palm, Wild Monkey Fist, Northern Pluto Divine Skill, Star Absorbing Dafa, Jiuyang Divine Skill, King Kong Demon Divine Skill......]

One by one, martial arts masters crossed the menu, and when the wind was full of buildings, they were always not satisfied.

With the blessing of Tengyun Divine Skill, his current internal strength should already belong to the top of the martial arts, unless he takes a step into the Fantasy Peerless Technique, there is not much room for improvement. And the wild monkey boxing, gloomy ecstasy or something, doesn't sound handsome at all, and he doesn't want to learn it.

It seems that the [Dragon Descending Palm] that is the 2020 chivalrous point is not bad, at least in the fierce side, it is already invincible.

"Then it's time to descend the dragon's palm. "The wind is full of Lou's heart. I turned off the system with my mind and began to close my eyes.

Since practicing Tengyun Shengong, he found that his ability to stay up late has made a qualitative leap, and in the case of pretending to sleep while practicing, he is still in good spirits even if he doesn't sleep for five or six days.

As top masters and killers, the two of them hid in the canopy, which could be described as silent, and the disciples of the Gorou Bagua Sect who were patrolling the night had walked under the heads of the two of them five or six times, without noticing the slightest abnormality.

The next morning, the sky turned white, and a silent hilltop slowly became noisy.

The yellow warbler came out of the valley, the sparrows chirped, Dai Yinger opened his eyes and asked softly, "Have they started to make a fire to cook?"

Feng Manlou looked at the two wisps of green smoke slowly rising in the distance, and nodded, "It's started." ”

Dai Yinger sat up with a fierce son, and the branches trembled slightly. She stretched out her hand and said, "Brother Feng, monoculars." ”

Feng Manlou took out two monoculars from the side pocket of his backpack with his backhand, threw one to Dai Yinger, and picked one up himself and looked at the kitchen.

The banyan tree beneath him was nearly forty meters high, no different from a watchtower, and through the gap between the branches and leaves, he could easily see the busy figure of the cook's helper when he looked out to the kitchen on the west side.

"Stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots, stir-fried dried tofu with pickles, it looks good. Dai Yinger sucked his saliva, unscrewed the kettle and took a sip of water.

"Do you want to eat?" asked Feng Manlou.

"Let's have a compressed biscuit, and I want the meat floss. Dai Yinger said.

Feng Manlou nodded, took out two compressed biscuits, and threw one to the other party. Dai Yinger tucked the lid of the kettle between his legs, poured some water into it, soaked the compressed biscuits in water to soften, and ate them as he watched.

After a while, she smiled and said: "Brother Feng, the cook here boils porridge again, this time it is foolproof, and it takes a lot of water to boil porridge." ”

Feng Manlou said: "I'm also boiling porridge here." ”

After a while, a hundred and ten people gathered on the martial arts arena and began to practice the Wulang Bagua Stick under the leadership of the senior brother.

Feng Manlou looked at their stick technique, and automatically substituted Murong Jiujian's broken stick style into it in his heart, and found that no matter which move the other party made, he only needed one sword to break the opponent's move, and couldn't help but secretly admire: "No wonder it is often said that one sword can break ten thousand methods, as long as the enemy is expected to be the first, it is really a sword that can break all moves, it is too good." ”

After a while, a tall and sturdy old man walked into the martial arts training ground, sat on the high platform and watched for a while, and the disciples worked even harder. Seeing this, the old man nodded with satisfaction and got up to leave.

Dai Yinger's telescope moved sideways in the direction of the old man's departure, and said softly: "Brother Feng, that guy is so big, it should be Yang Yimeng, the head of the Wulang Bagua Sect, right?"

Feng Manlou nodded: "It should be right." His eyes followed Yang Yi to the outside of the martial arts arena, and suddenly saw a five or six-year-old little girl running over with a smile, Yang Yi opened his big hand, threw the little girl high, and gently caught it, and so on three or four times, the little girl laughed heartily.

Feng Manlou frowned and asked, "Ying'er, if the child eats your poison, will he die?"

Dai Yinger frowned and said: "It's hard to say, the liver and kidney function of children is not sound, and my poison is used to deal with adults." ”

Feng Manlou worried: "These adults have done a lot of evil, and if they die, they will die, but the child is innocent, if we poison her, I'm afraid we will all have a bad conscience." ”

Although Dai Yinger had been a killer, she was not a ruthless person, and she also felt that poisoning a child was too cruel, so she turned her head and asked, "Then what do you say?"

Feng Manlou pondered for a moment and said, "Do you have an antidote to this poison?"

Dai Yinger shook his head: "Yes, yes, but it takes several days to boil." ”

"The child is weak, I'm afraid I can't wait so long. Feng Manlou thought for a while and said, "Let's wait and see, if they eat breakfast before those disciples, then we will go up to stop it, if they are one step late, we will wait for those disciples to stop the poison." ”

"Okay, that's it. Dai Yinger nodded, and suddenly said worriedly, "Brother Feng, are you sure that you can defeat one against a hundred?"

"No, no matter how good the master is, he will be exhausted, I estimate that my limit is seventy or eighty hits. Feng Manlou changed his words and said with a smile, "But people will be afraid, if they find that they are not my opponents at all, it is estimated that after killing thirty or forty people, the others will only have to flee for their lives." ”

Dai Yinger said: "In that case, then I will sweep you on the tree, and if anyone dares to disobey, I will shoot him to death." ”

Feng Manlou said with a smile: "This is a good idea, one is in the light and the other is in the dark, and they are caught off guard." ”

Yang Yi hugged his granddaughter and walked towards the courtyard, and said with a smile: "Little naughty, why did you get up so early today, didn't you sleep until the sun dried your butt and didn't get up?"

Yang Liu smiled and said: "Grandpa, you promised me, as long as I go to bed early and get up early in the future, you will take me to the amusement park today." ”

Yang Yimeng tapped on her nose and laughed: "I said why did you suddenly stop sleeping in bed like a little naughty, it turned out that you were thinking about going to the amusement park, okay, grandpa will call a helicopter later, let's go to the amusement park." ”

A trip to Gorou Bagua Gate by helicopter costs at least 100,000 yuan, and he actually easily chartered it just to take his granddaughter to the amusement park, which can really be said to spoil his granddaughter to the sky.

Dai Yinger knew lip language, and couldn't help but sigh: "This old man is really rich, and he actually wants to charter a helicopter to take his granddaughter to the amusement park." Brother Feng, do you want to ...... When we leave, will we take money from him?"

"Good idea, in ancient times, heroes have done things to rob the rich and help the poor, so we can follow the example of the sages!" Feng Manlou clapped his hands with his fist and said in his heart, "When the time comes, it will be divided into three parts, one for me and Ying'er, and one for the welfare institute and charity, and it is estimated that the system will not find the slightest fault with me!"

He immediately nodded and said, "Okay, just do it, go back and knock this old man hard, rob the rich and help the poor!"

Dai Yinger smiled: "That's right, I'm poor!"

The two continued to monitor Yang Yimeng, and found that he had entered the courtyard, and immediately called the servants to eat, Feng Manlou tied the two backpacks to the trunk of the tree, and waited for Dai Yinger to hold the sniper gun in his hand, then quietly lowered the branch and swept towards the courtyard.

Yang Yimeng and Yang Liu waited for a short time, the servant had already brought the food to the flower hall, and the two were about to move their chopsticks, when a figure swept from outside the door, "whew" rolled up a gust of wind, and sat opposite in the blink of an eye.

Yang Yi's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, his eyelids jumped, and he said secretly: "It can actually make me react, this person is so powerful!"

He sniffed his mind, looked up, and found that there was a young man in his twenties, ordinary appearance, and a thin figure, wearing a camouflage uniform, with a simple long sword hanging from his waist, and he couldn't help but be even more stunned: "This outfit ...... This person is not from the Yanshan line?!"

Feng Manlou was not afraid that he would know his identity, so he said straight to the point: "Don't guess, I am Feng Manlou, that is, you sent a disciple to Donghai City to deal with that person." ”

After speaking, he beckoned to the little girl who was looking at him curiously with big eyes and a smile, "Hello." ”

Yang Liu greeted obediently: "Hello uncle." Uncle, have you had breakfast, do you want to eat together?"

Feng Manlou shook his head, "No, this meal is not very clean, it will make you sick if you eat it, little sister, don't eat it." ”

Yang Liu: "???"

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you poisoned the food?!"

Feng Manlou shook his head: "It's not accurate to say this, I poisoned the well water and water tank." ”

"What?!" Yang Yi's back was cold when he climbed suddenly, and a cool breath surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, poisoning the well water, which was to destroy his Wulang gossip door!

He finally remembered who Feng Manlou was! This time Xiao Heng went down the mountain, and Dong Sanshao pointed out that the person he wanted to deal with was Feng Manlou, and the bid was as high as 10 million!

Yang Yi took away the dishes and chopsticks in front of Yang Liu's table, grabbed his granddaughter's hand, and said to the wind: "Since you have poisoned, why do you want to tell me?"

Feng Manlou said: "Although I have a grudge against you Wulang Gossip Sect, the child is innocent." ”

"......" Yang Yi was silent for a moment and said, "Then what do you want?"

Feng Manlou said: "I originally wanted to poison all of you into a waste and get rid of future troubles forever, but now I have changed my mind and decided to blackmail you for a sum of money, and I will injure you and abolish the martial arts of half of your disciples." After all, if you are all abolished, it is estimated that other sects will come to annex you in the blink of an eye, and your granddaughter may not be able to survive at that time. ”

Yang Yi snorted coldly: "Don't be too crazy, although your light skills are good, it is not so easy to hurt me when I am not poisoned!"

Feng Manlou smiled and said: "I don't think it's appropriate for you to say this now, your disciples are already having breakfast one after another, if you don't stop it, I'm afraid there will be more than half of the people who will be abolished martial arts." ”

Yang Yi was shocked, picked up his granddaughter, got up and ran towards the door, and shouted at the same time: "Everyone in this door obeys the order, put down the dishes and chopsticks in your hands, someone poisoned your breakfast, don't eat it!"

The wind swept out of the flower hall and flew up to the roof, overlooking the disciples of the Golang Bagua Sect who seemed to be petrified, they looked at the porridge bowl in their hands in horror, most of them had already drunk more than one mouthful of porridge.

Yang Yi drank three times, and the disciples came back to their senses, lost the dishes and chopsticks, and began to pick their throats to induce vomiting, but unfortunately Dai Yinger's poison-making methods were really powerful, and the porridge entered his mouth, and he had no time to spit it out, and soon foamed at the mouth and poured a large piece.

The disciples who didn't have time to eat breakfast saw that they all fell to the ground and convulsed, and couldn't help but secretly cry out for luck. They looked up in the direction where the head of the house shouted, and found Feng Manlou standing on the roof, and shouted: "Who are you, why are you here, and did you get the poison in breakfast?"

Everyone ran out of the courtyard, and in an instant, under the leadership of Yang Yimeng, the water around the courtyard of the head of the house was blocked.

Feng Manlou looked down at everyone, and a domineering aura that looked at the world emanated, and sneered: "It seems that if you don't kill some people, you won't be afraid." ”

Yang Yimeng handed over his granddaughter to a loyal disciple to take away, and he had no worries, but he took a bronze stick with eyebrows, pointed to the roof and shouted: "Feng Manlou, you hand over the antidote, I see the situation just now, maybe I can spare you from death!"

Feng Manlou laughed: "Master Yang, you seem to have forgotten that now I have spared you on the Internet, so I have the final say in everything." ”

"Bastard, dare to be disrespectful to our master!" the eight inner disciples who had not been poisoned shouted angrily and jumped onto the roof with iron rods.

These eight disciples went up to the roof, directly stepped on the eight directions such as Qiankan Genzhen, and raised their sticks to slash towards the wind all over the building, and the iron rods were heavy.

Several disciples smiled and said to Yang Yi: "Master, the eight senior brothers have already stood in all directions, and this guy named Feng Manlou can't escape if he wants to." ”

Yang Yimeng smiled slightly, "The world only knows that the Wulang gossip stick I sent is unparalleled in singles, but I don't know that once the power of the stick method is even more amazing, although this wind is full of light skills, but ......" The second half of the sentence was not spoken, and he was dumbfounded.

Above the roof, Feng Manlou handed out a sword, painting eight clusters of sword light, and the eight disciples screamed miserably, and flew out, and their right wrists had been neatly shaved off.