Chapter 710: The Mysterious Beggar

Listening to the beggar's words, the dead man's eagle's withered face instantly turned red.

The Dead Man Eagle smiled bitterly: "Since Mr. Ma wants to live a quiet and peaceful life, then why do you want to come here to spoil our good deeds?"

The beggar sat up straight suddenly, and his eyes burst out with a sharp sword: "I have ruined your good deeds, what good can you do?"

The dead man's face changed, and he stuttered when he spoke: "What do I mean...... Be...... Be...... Tell...... You, the ...... of the dynasty Plum...... Plum...... Taishi ......"

The beggar interrupted the dead eagle's words and said coldly: "You go back and tell that old bastard, just say that the black coffin is in my hands!"

The Dead Man Eagle frowned, looking extremely difficult: "But...... But ......"

The beggar was already angry: "If you don't leave, do you have to die here to be willing?"

The dead eagle hesitated, and finally said, "Let's go!"

A crowd of people rushed out of the gate, with the Dead Man Eagle walking at the rear.

The beggar slowly leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the python's body. He stood up suddenly, and walked towards the python corpse step by step.

As soon as the beggar approached the python's corpse, he felt a whirlwind blowing behind him. The dead man's eagle had ten fingers like hooks, and it went straight to the beggar's neck. His figure was astonishingly fast, and his slender body swept through the gate like a black lightning bolt.

The beggar didn't seem to react, he still stood motionless in front of the python's corpse.

The figure of the dead eagle suddenly froze, his slender fingers less than five inches away from the beggar's carotid artery. His withered palm hung abruptly in the air, as if someone had made a fixation. Cold sweat flowed all over the face of the dead man's forehead. His withered arms trembled in the baggy sleeves of his robe.

The beggar turned slowly, still holding a small knife of a miserable blue color in his hand. He had a handful in his hand, and a handful was also stuck in the bun on the top of the dead man's head.

Who would have thought that this unsightly beggar would have such a super high flying knife stunt.

The sweat on the face of the dead man slid down to his neck, he was afraid of the flying knife, and he was even more afraid of the poison on the flying knife! The poison on the flying knife was most likely the world's most powerful horse flesh and bone erosion.

The unkempt beggar looked at the dead eagle with a wicked smile: "I don't need poison, I can kill you too!"

The yellow eyes of the dead eagle were still staring at the miserable blue tip of the knife: "You really don't use poison?"

The beggar smiled: "Really, you hurry up, if you don't do it again, I'm afraid you won't have such a good chance." ”

The sweat on the face of the dead man was dripping, and the two black, dry palms were still hanging there, his hands were closer to the beggar's neck. Although his hand did not move, the beggar's face slowly leaned in.

The unkempt beggar was still smiling, and there was indescribable pride and ridicule in his smile: "I didn't expect the famous dead man eagle to be a coward who was greedy for life and afraid of death." ”

The beggar shook his head while laughing: "Coward...... What a coward, ......"

The green tendons on the dead eagle's forehead bulged high, and the yellow eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth, and suddenly let out a loud cry, and his hands turned into claws. Hang the wind with both palms and slap the beggar's door. He slapped his palms, but his fingers were strangely bent. The palm technique and the eagle claw skill were skillfully fused together by him.

The beggar smiled faintly, slipped on the soles of his feet, and easily dodged. The dead eagle's ten fingers were like hooks, and he caught them head-on.

In the beggar's hand, there was an extra long-necked vial at some point. The small bottle is pitch black all over, with a black body, a black mouth, and a black cap. This little black bottle, at a glance, gives people a mysterious and weird feeling.

The beggar's hand holding the bottle slammed into it. This seemingly casual action made the dead man's eagle's face change miserably. The Dead Man's Eagle form froze, then stepped back. The pitch-black long-necked vial was not opened, and was still standing firmly in the beggar's palm.

The Dead Man Hawk stepped back in surprise, his eyes staring at the black bottle in the beggar's hand. In this long-necked little black bottle, is it filled with the world's most powerful horse flesh and bone-eroding water?

Cold sweat was already oozing from the palms of the dead eagle's clenched fists.

The beggar shook his head and sighed: "I wanted to compete with you, but it's a pity that today is not the time." ”

The dead eagle bit his chapped lip, "Why?"

The beggar said: "Although your martial arts are good, it's a pity that your heart is already messed up." He stared at the face of the dead eagle and slowly continued: "If you continue to fight, even if I don't use poison, you will definitely die! Leave the green mountains behind, and you are not afraid of running out of firewood! I think you will be able to understand this truth." ”

The Dead Man Eagle slowly lowered his head, his sharp eyes had dimmed: "I understand!"

The beggar sighed and sneered, "Since you understand, why don't you leave?"

The Dead Man Eagle bit his thin lip, which was bleeding from the bite, and blood was running down his jaw. The Dead Man Eagle was silent for a long time, and finally two words popped out from between his teeth: "I...... Let's go!"

The Dead Man Eagle and his gang finally left, walking so fast that they didn't even look back.

Seeing that the dead eagle and his gang were gone, the beggar breathed a long sigh of relief, and he sat down in the chair and stared coldly at the python corpse in front of him.

Night falls. Darkness gradually enveloped the Ma Chef Restaurant.

The unkempt beggar sat motionless in a sandalwood chair, as if it were a lifeless statue. The hall was eerily quiet. In the darkness, suddenly there was the sound of dull footsteps. The footsteps came from the back garden, and although they were not loud, they sounded unusually clear in the quiet night.

The unkempt beggar sat motionless in the sandalwood chair. The inner door of the hall was slowly pushed open, and a tall black figure flashed in.

"It's hard for you these days!" the unkempt beggar suddenly spoke, but his voice changed, and became hoarse and low.

The black shadow smiled bitterly and said lightly: "Ma is a person who wants money and doesn't want to die, for your bag of jewelry, even if you lose your head, I will not hesitate to do it." ”

The beggar stroked his palms and laughed: "Man dies for money, and birds die for food!" In this world, in front of gold and silver treasures, who is not tempted?" He sighed and slowly continued: "I appreciate your straightforwardness!"

The black shadow smiled bitterly: "I just told the truth, I didn't expect the stream master to praise him so much!"

The unkempt beggar's voice suddenly became very cold: "I didn't mean to praise you, I also told the truth. ”

The black shadow sighed and said, "The Lord of the Stream is pretending to be below, aren't you afraid that the group of people will see the flaws?"

In the dark, the unkempt beggar sneered: "The old man is dressed like this, even I don't know myself, let alone others?"

The black shadow shook his head and sighed: "Your appearance can be changed, but your arrogance can't be changed! Even if you have been covering up, a discerning person can see it!"

(End of chapter)