Thanks to Yan Guming's fast flashing, this greasy big chicken leg didn't call directly on his face, but that's the only thing that a young man in the realm of life and death can do - before Yan Guming could make a move, a dirty palm was already pressed on his shoulder. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This palm is obviously different from the palm of an ordinary beggar, and even a little finger is missing in addition to the deep marks of the Dao Dao carved by the enmity and feud of the rivers and lakes, but it is such a calloused palm that firmly pressed Yan Guming, who was still flashing and moving in the battle group just now, in place, not to mention the hands and feet, even if the head is biased, it is impossible to do it.

"Old beggar, you've caught the wrong person!"

"That's right! It's you! The old man, who was half a head shorter than Yan Guming, blew two gray whiskers at the corners of his mouth, stared at a pair of copper bell-like eyes, and suppressed Yan Guming's every move: "You bastard boy!" It's only been a few days? Say, where did you learn this poisonous martial art! ”

"The master taught me."

"! But the dust will teach you such a lack of virtue? Your evil uncle is almost the same! ”

"Old beggar, what does it matter to you what I learn... Ouch, let go, your shoulders are about to crush you. ”

"Phew! You kid is not honest, then the old man simply wasted your kung fu, so as not to embarrass the ancestors of your free sect in the future! ”

"Old beggar! Are you still unreasonable? Roast chicken eaten for nothing? I sent you a message asking you to help, why are you asking me for trouble... You see! Those bad guys are running out! ”

The old beggar who suddenly came out of the broken temple obviously disrupted the original plot all of a sudden, and the man in black who was lying on the ground saw that he had the opportunity to get out, so he was naturally not polite, and he had already staggered and fled most of the time in this delay... As for the short and thin man in the lead, he can only be regarded as unlucky, he has a hidden Xuanming God in his body, and he is not like a certain harem against the sky The male protagonist has his own Jiuyang Divine Skill, this time he is suffering from the cold all over his body.

Seeing his subordinates fleeing, he could only struggle powerlessly on the ground, and if he didn't empathize with the pain, he might not be able to understand it.

But soon, the guy won't envy the accomplices who go first ...

Compared to Yan Guming, who only cultivated in the realm of life and death, the skill of the old beggar who suddenly rushed out of the broken temple was not much higher, and at this moment, his right hand pressed on Yan Guming's shoulder, but even if he only had one left hand free, he could easily take down this group of gangsters!

"Humph! I'm talking to the little bastards, who allowed you big bastards to run away!? ”

I didn't see the wind and clouds change color, nor did I see the dragon snake on the land, the old beggar who suddenly appeared just waved his hand, and the nameless angry wind suddenly stirred up a radius of dozens of feet! In an instant, the boundless power swept around, sucking back all the black-clothed people who thought they had escaped!

What's even more unfortunate is that the old beggar grabbed people but was not responsible for draining his strength, and the black-clothed man who was swept back by this violent air flow was at a loss to fly in the sky for a while, and then he smashed on the bluestone slab like a dumpling in the pot... Among them, the martial artists of the realm of life and death can still drive their internal forces to protect the vital points, but those ordinary thugs who are even very thin in their internal qi have suffered, not to mention the chaos, and most of them have broken their tendons and broken bones, and the sound of wailing is suddenly endless.

And the short thin man who was lying on the ground and was injured by the Xuan Ming Divine Palm and still couldn't move, his eyes were gradually filled with despair... If the previous duel with Yan Guming was still due to lack of preparation, then the old man in front of him is a super master who he may not be able to surpass in his life!

The fierce and peerless palm wind suddenly disappeared three inches beside him, like a divine dragon descending into the world, seeing the top skills that could not see the beginning and the end were already frightened just by looking at it, where could there be the slightest sense of resistance.

If he can stand up at this moment, he must clasp his fists and salute, and ask, "Senior's surname?" It's a pity that the fact is that he can only lie there and watch this farce before his eyes.

…

"Old beggar, will you let go!?"

"Don't let go! Unless you explain where you learned this evil skill first! ”

"I fell off a cliff and picked it up... Ouch ouch, don't don't, I'll just kid. All his skills are controlled by others, Yan Guming grinned in pain, and smiled bitterly in his heart, he didn't necessarily let him tell the other party that his martial arts were directly rewarded by the game system bound to his soul, and he didn't need to be taught at all, right?

Looking back, I really can't live by myself. Originally, the stalker was brought here just in case, but who thought that he had suffered a crime, and the things in this world are really unpredictable.

"Old beggar, think about it carefully, where can the martial arts in this world be distinguished from good and bad? In ancient times, there was a martial monarch Luo Hu who borrowed 100,000 living beings to open a battle to kill beasts in order to calm the Quartet, if according to your words, could it be that Wujun has become a heinous devil? ”

"Don't bend around here! I see that you kid is determined not to confess today, right!? ”

Old stubborn... scolded secretly in his heart, but Yan Guming had to continue to divert the topic on the surface - this old beggar has always been upright, if he bites himself to death today and practices evil skills, it is not impossible to really waste a pair of arms!

"Since ancient times, chivalrous people have not used 'stop fighting' as their martial arts, but the martial arts cheats passed down from generation to generation have rarely shown their prestige by drinking blood, old beggar, you say that I practice evil skills, but I practice one without killing, two without harming life, where is it considered evil skills!? If it's just a unique technique and a key point is considered an evil skill, then isn't the 'Dragon Catching Technique' that you have practiced for more than a hundred years an evil skill? ”

"Strong words! Not bad! The old beggar killed 3,897 people in his lifetime, but they were all great traitors, and to this day, I pat my chest and ask myself that I have never killed a good person in vain! ”

"That's it! I, Yan Guming, can also swear that if I use this palm technique for disaster and goodness in the future, I am willing to abandon my martial arts and not die well! ”

“…”

Having said this, Yan Guming finally felt the force on his shoulders loosen by three points, obviously his confession was temporarily convincing the old beggar, and it was at this moment that he was just able to turn his head and look at the other party.

The gray hair like a beard is tied at will at the back of the head, I don't know how many small strands of hair have been missed, the old man with a slightly dark complexion is not good-looking, and the torn clothes full of patches do not show the demeanor of a peerless master... It can be said that with his appearance, he looks like a beggar wherever he throws it, and he is also an old beggar with a stinky and hard temper! But reality is reality, although the old man in front of him is a beggar, he is not an ordinary beggar!

The name is on Guo and under the rock, no word and no title!

If today's young people can't remember his prestige, then the nickname given to him in the martial arts must definitely make more than ninety percent of the Jianghu guests awe-inspired.

- Nine-Fingered Dragon!