What a good thought!

Although I only heard a few words, but I heard it clearly, the owner of this gambling house actually dared to use this martial arts result as a gamble, it was really bold, and he was not afraid to smash his own field?

Naturally, it was not just because of the excitement, and the owner of the gambling house was not interested in how to operate, but he met two people, or acquaintances.....

"Xiaomo?"

Black eyebrows, straight back, three-foot-long flower stick pinned to the waist, familiar small wine gourd, but the wine is red and the nose is gone, although it still has the unique feeling of dissoluteness of the beggar gang disciples, but there is no such decadence at all, but there is a faint trace of calmness. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The probe patted lightly on the shoulder of Drunken Mo, and then he clearly felt that Drunken Mo's body trembled, and the majestic true qi suppressed in his body was also speeding up in vain, seeing Drunken Mo's strange appearance, the corners of his lips couldn't help but bend, and then a faint smile appeared in his heart, I haven't seen this cheap little brother for a few months, and the internal strength and mental method he is cultivating now is at least high-level, and this degree of condensation of true qi is already about to come into contact with the invincible realm.

"You ....." turned his gaze sideways, and his drunken eyebrows suddenly stretched, as if he had remembered something, and instantly changed to surprise, and after speaking, he was sure of something, and his flat face with a hint of childishness suddenly brought joy, "Big brother, you are also here!" ”

"Big brother?"

As soon as Drunken Mo's voice fell, the corner of the eyebrow of the person standing beside him suddenly vibrated slightly, and he immediately looked at the gambling house, and then picked it up, and when his eyes fell, surprise flashed clearly, and he hummed: "It's you!" ”

Looking at the blood-robed man who suddenly cast his gaze, he couldn't help but smile a little more in his heart, and after raising his eyes to meet his four eyes, he immediately smiled and said: "Well, it's me, but I don't know if the eldest brother still remembers me?" As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and his gaze at the slightly chubby man in the blood robe also brought a slight strangeness.

Invincible!

Who would have thought that a little person who cleaned Ma Peng under Tangjiabao that day and had never even practiced his internal skills has now reached the same level as the top ten players of the Eight Sects, and even when it comes to real strength, he only showed first-class and unparalleled on the stage before, but now after seeing it, he clearly feels that the strong blood that he deliberately suppressed under his weak aura is not much weaker than Han Xuan back then, no wonder he is so confident now.

"Big brother....?" As soon as the words fell, the strange color on the face of the blood-robed man had not yet faded, and the drunken ink that was hanging on the side was the first to let out a voice in surprise, and said, the face that still felt quite calm before was replaced with a blush, "Bucket lid!" How can you make Big Brother call Big Brother! ”

"Hey, hey!"

The toilet lid burst out laughing, and with a slightly round and chubby face, she felt a little honest inexplicably, "Why, you're not convinced!" Do you want to have a fight? ”

"Ahem......" Hearing the drunken ink, the expression that was still a little prodigal suddenly froze, and the slightly narrowed black eyes glanced at the toilet lid and then continued: "Forget it, I can't beat you, but you may not be able to beat the eldest brother!" As he spoke, Drunken Mo's gaze suddenly lifted, but it was only an instant that he returned to the toilet seat.

Seeing the drunken ink eyes, the toilet lid did not object, but nodded lightly in agreement, and then a pair of strange eyes followed and looked deeply, and suddenly continued: "Yes, I can't beat him, but how many people dare to guarantee victory over the black hand of the Tang Sect today, anyway, I think I am inferior." ”

Listening to the sigh from the mouth of the toilet lid in his ears, he raised his eyes and met the gaze of the toilet lid again, and noticed the strange look in his eyes, and his heart couldn't help but move, it is indeed worthy of the player who had the heart to worship the eight sects at the beginning, even if he saw the toilet lid for the second time, it was not so, not even a superfluous word, obviously not recognizable but not wanted, now he has enough strength but directly does not shy away from pointing out, even if he still admits that it is not as good as this, but this self-confidence has been cultivated, and his bearing is even more extraordinary, a high play is enough to deserve it.

"The Black Hand of the Tang Gate....?"

Drunken Mo seemed to have reacted, a pair of big eyes widened, and a sound of surprise came out, and Ben's gaze at the toilet lid also turned abruptly with a little surprise, "Big brother, you are the black hand of the Tang Sect?!" ”

"I should have thought of it...."

Without waiting to say anything, a trace of trance suddenly appeared in the dark black eyes that were staring at drunkenly, and then he sighed, and memories flashed on his face, but he only turned around for a moment and woke up again: "I should have thought of it in Qiandeng Town, I could crush me and Da Tangzi and Qinglingzi at that time, and I could also send out the high-level footwork casually, except for the Tangmen Black ..... Who else are you besides Big Brother! As he spoke, his drunken and delicate eyebrows suddenly squeezed up, "Hehe! I didn't expect that my drunken ink could also be covered by god-level players! ”

Scold!

Looking at Zuimmo's happy appearance of squeezing his eyebrows, the corners of his lips couldn't help but bend, but his mouth was joking: "Xiaomo, you are also first-class, right, will your status in the beggar gang be low?" And there are also Dream Potian and Yun Feiyun in the beggar gang, and they are afraid that people will not be able to bully them,"

Today's drunken ink is at least at the level of the top ten swords of Wudang, and even slightly exceeds the next few people, at least Qing Lingzi is inferior, and he is definitely a character who can take charge of the beggar gang alone, and from the calmness he exudes now, it can be seen that he is by no means unknown in the beggar gang.

Hearing the drunken ink, the eyebrows and eyes squeezed up did not loosen, but deepened a little, "Hey! I'll just say that, but to be honest, those two gods are not something that anyone can touch, and I feel a lot more at ease when I have my eldest brother here! ”

Well?

I didn't think about it before, but now when I heard Drunken Mo repeating it, I suddenly remembered that this time I would be martial arts and Yun Feiyun, and I couldn't help but move in my heart, although there seemed to be a lot of more than 100 rings, it was clear that there was absolutely no suspicion of a beggar gang master among these 100 people, as for saying that it was impossible for Yi Rong to hide his strength or anything, not to mention their own strength, it would not be like this even if their own identity was not like this, plus Jian Mubai, Gu Lingyou and Luo Xinyi also did not come to participate There is a faint feeling in their hearts, Among the eight sects, except for Qin Ghost, several god-level players from the other sects did not participate at all!

The thought turned his gaze and couldn't help but nod a little, and then he looked at the drunken ink, and he couldn't help but look strange, Senior Brother Tiance couldn't find it, so isn't the drunken ink in front of him just right?

"The three sons are polite."

The idea just came out, but before he could open his mouth, a clear voice swayed in his ears, and his eyes were raised, and a woman wearing a lake-green light dress and a flowing cloud bun was quiet in front of the gambling house, with a hint of ancient charm in her demeanor, as if she noticed the gaze, the woman smiled freely, and then continued: "My master has a small banquet, and the three sons, please move." ”