Crash~

Wind and snow flying!

A delicate woman dressed in a big hat stepped on a chain.

A few turned around and beat all the beggar's accomplices to the ground.

The gossip hand is black, and the strength is feminine.

Ga! Boom! Click!

After a few consecutive blows, Xiuqi's palms fell on the four beggars, breaking bones at least and pinching off their hands and feet.

But there was also a beggar who actually got into a fight with the big woman.

Chen Xixiang raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the beggar's pile work, and seemed to see something.

A familiar feeling appeared in the beggar's body.

It's actually the way of Baguazhang.

The woman raised her eyebrows and immediately asked:

"Who do you practice Baguazhang with?"

The beggar sneered and didn't answer, and only went to dismantle the trick.

And for a moment, he snorted.

But it was a woman who "swallowed water", her fingers were like electricity, and with a slight poke, she swept through her chest and slapped her to the ground.

Bang!

This palm seemed to be gentle, but after it fell on the beggar, it actually caused a foot of snow to explode after smashing to the ground.

Burst~

The beggar spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground and clutched his chest and said sharply:

"Who are you, what kind of incense are burning, this is the territory of the triad, I heard that your accent is from the north, but this is the south, have you worshiped the hall!"

At this time, the young man with the locomotive hat came over and frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Senior sister, we just came to the south, you will cause trouble, I'm afraid it will ruin the big things of the old man and the uncle, don't say the name, let's go."

The woman was facing away from him, her body was as straight as a gun, and her seemingly delicate face was full of stubbornness and toughness, and she said lightly:

"When you see something unbenevolent, you should turn a blind eye, there is no such person in my palace family, and my father has never taught it."

She turned her head to help the bewitched child up, pushed it behind his back a few times, and slapped it with force, and the child coughed violently and woke up.

"Let's go home."

After rescuing the child and letting him go, the woman stood up with her back to the beggars and said:

"Listen, my surname is Gong, I come from the north, tell the master behind you, they know who I am, and if you want to find someone, I will bear it."

After that, he walked over and said to the man in the locomotive hat:

"Let's go, don't let Dad wait."

The man frowned, his eyes glancing at the beggars on the ground, and a hint of gloom flickered.

After a moment, he hesitated, didn't say anything, and left the street with the woman surnamed Gong.

"This time I came to Foshan, the old man's original intention was to let us see the world, and also get to know the big names in the martial arts in the north and south, now you ......"

On the way, the man's voice was low.

But as he was talking, suddenly all the people walking on the corner of the road disappeared, and nearly a hundred people rushed over with knives at the end of the heavy snow.

The two immediately changed color.

The leader was a middle-aged man wearing silk cloth, and after leading people to surround the two, he looked at the man and woman with a sneer, clapped his hands and said:

"There are all kinds of things, each with its own way, you two are not very old, but you are quite lenient."

Gong Er said in a cold voice: "Your people don't have long eyes, and if you do dirty things in front of me, I will already be light." ”

The man's face changed color gloomily, and he immediately raised his eyebrows, stepped forward and said:

"Everyone, in Xia Ma San, this is my junior sister Gong Ruomei, we are the disciples of the Bagua Gate, the family teacher Gong Baotian, you are all brothers of the triad, it should be said that the family teacher has recently negotiated a major event with your three major boxing kings in the south, and the masters of each faction are negotiating a big event, he and Mr. Du Xinwu, the two leading leaders of Qinghong, everyone is from the rivers and lakes, give a face......"

Unexpectedly, the words are not finished yet.

The middle-aged man in a silk gown led by him sneered:

"Since it's from the north, when I get to the territory of the triad, I don't know that I dare to hurt the people in my gang while lying down, so don't talk nonsense, give it to me!"

…………

A courtyard in Foshan.

The heads of the gossip Xingyi are resting here.

The main position is, of course, Li Cunyi, the big head of the Xingyi Bagua Sect.

He has a square complexion and a majestic body, and he gives people a majestic aura when he sits there, and his fame in the martial arts has a great influence, and everyone has heard of it.

Even if Sun Lutang fights all over the world, when he sees this fellow master, he must respect a few points, not because of his boxing skills, but because Li Cunyi deserves the respect of people like Sun Lutang.

Shang Yunxiang, Xue Dian, Wang Fengxiang, Tang Weilu, and Fu Jianqiu were also waiting in front of him.

There were more northern disciples outside the door.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a monkey on his back rushed in and shouted in a thick voice:

"Master, it's not good, Miss and Ma San'er were blocked by people from the Southern Gang on the street."

Hear the words.

Li Cunyi, Gong Baotian, and Che Yizhai all stood up from their chairs at the same time.

"What's going on?" Che Yizhai's beard trembled, and after hearing this, he immediately rushed out: "Feng Xiang, Xue Dian, Yun Xiang, don't go and save people!" ”

Gong Er has followed his junior brother Baotian to practice martial arts since he was a child, and he is very liked by their uncles and uncles, and it can be said that they are the pearl-like characters of these old guys.

This girl is fascinated by martial arts, and she is born stubborn, she is a martial arts training material that has not been encountered in a hundred years, and she has completely obtained the essence of his junior brother's gossip palm at a young age.

But no matter how high the kung fu is, even if there is another Ma San'er by his side, he can't stand the hundreds of people from the local gang to surround him.

"It's a triad."

Gong Baotian immediately lifted his robe and stepped out.

Suddenly, the disciples of the Northern Xingyi Bagua Sect were all filled with righteous indignation and rushed out with the masters.

Li Cunyi frowned and said in a deep voice, and followed closely behind his junior brother: "This is not right, don't be impulsive for a while." ”

………………

Whew!!

The wind and snow are raging on the streets, and the swords and lights are confused.

Nearly 100 fierce gods surrounded Gong Er and Ma San, and each of them slashed away with knives.

The knives in these people's hands were sharp and fierce.

Sting!

A single knife slashed Ma San's hat away.

Ma San turned his head dangerously.

"It's so ruthless, you want my life!"

He was so angry that he went straight to his neck, these people were going to kill!

As soon as he moved, Ma San didn't care about anything, the killing intent in his eyes was cold, and the shape of the "Wind Chasing Cannon" opened and closed with one hand, and he suddenly cut into the triad gang in front of him.

Bang!

Sting!

The sound of fist wind and sharp knives cutting cloth is densely emitted!

"Senior brother!"

Gong Er's face changed slightly, but at the same time, his waist and limbs twisted, like a dragon swimming in the snow, while swimming, the arm joints were tense, and a palm cut out, directly breaking a person's chin.

The middle-aged man in silk narrowed his eyes and smiled coldly: "No matter how high the kung fu is, under this chaotic knife, even if you two are immortals, you have to die for me!" ”

Hulalala!!

Seeing that although the kung fu of the two was high, hundreds of people rushed over together, and the sword light entered the net, and the wind and snow seemed to be cut open.

Sure enough.

Gong Er was able to take down the three of them.

There were already more than a dozen knives coming towards her from front to back, left and right, no matter which direction she was running to break through, she would definitely be slashed seven or eight times.

Gong Er's eyes were calm, without the slightest fear, there was a great fear of going out, his steps were continuous, and his hands rushed out, like lightning chasing the moon.

Between a few steps, he was full of dark energy, his feet were like loaches, and he squeezed directly into the three knives in front of him.

Huo Ran slapped three times, slapped and collided, and killed three people in a flash.

After killing the three of them, she couldn't help but feel lonely.

When I was a child, I went to listen to the book review drama with my father, and I always heard the heroes in it say, "Killing one is enough, killing two is profitable".

She killed six people before she died, and I don't know if I earned it.

But just when she killed three people in exchange for her life, and the dense long knives in the rear slashed, and there was nowhere to hide, she was about to be hacked to death by random knives, and Xiang Xiaoyu died.

Suddenly, there was a "clanging" sound of swords behind him, and it was the sound of landing one after another.

Gong Er was just a flower in front of him, and there was an extra hand in front of him.

The skin is delicate, like jade, exuding a touch of magic.

Five fingers slender.

He poked directly into the seven knives in front of him.

Blade intimidating!

Those knives slashed over, and after touching this hand, they were like five command strings, causing the air flow in front of them to roar and roll, and slap on the blade.

The wind and snow and the air currents rushed to Gong Er's face, making her feel like a dream.

The knives that were supposed to kill her disappeared.

Then......

Bite!

Bite!

Bite!

……

All seven machetes were snapped and rolled by this hand, making a crisp sound.

It was like a papier-mâché window flower, which was poked and slapped into pieces and fled, and then, rolled up by the sleeve robe of that hand, reflected back to the body of the knife-wielding gang.

All seven of them had round eyes at that moment, as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

Followed by

Puff puff!!

"Ahh

A series of screams were heard, and the seven people fell to the ground like lightning.

Gong Er looked at this hand stupidly.

I finally understood what the sound behind me was just now.

She couldn't believe that someone could practice kung fu to such an extent.

This is no longer the ingenuity of the cow's tongue and grass, but directly regards thousands of people as nothing, and the sword as nothing.

On the side, Ma San, who was covered in blood, was also shocked, looking at the person who saved them.

"This man...... What cultivation is the realm ......?"

Strength? Dan Jin?

Can Danjin do this?

Miyaji immediately looked up at the man's face, wondering who had saved him.

At this glance, I found that the face of the person who saved me was actually very young.

Gong Er blurted out: "Who are you?" ”

"According to seniority, count your uncle."

After Chen Xixiang flew seven knives in succession, he grabbed Gong Er's wrist with one hand, his face was calm, and he walked out in a continuous step, and the knife light in front of him slashed, but he only waved and slapped it with one hand, and flew out.

After a few steps in a row, he had come directly to the middle-aged man in silk.

Whew!

Gong Er only felt that the wind around her was howling, and it was actually torn out from the skin of the person next to her, which made her ears ring.

"This is what my father said about practicing strength to become a gang......"

Miyaji's heart shook.

Teacher?

She actually has such a young uncle?

The middle-aged man is a triad's double-flowered red stick, named Zheng Daokun, and he worships Master Hongquan.

It's called the Double Flower Red Stick, which is the person who can fight the most in the gang.

Since Zheng Daokun saw Chen Xixiang stepping in from the side, dozens of gangs were like scarecrows, and they were shattered by him.

Immediately afterwards, as soon as Chen Xixiang picked it up by his arm, he threw it out like a piece of paper.

In just a dozen breaths, where the young man passed, more than thirty of them flew upside down.

What's even more strange is that some people, who don't know why, stopped standing still after the young man passed by, as if they were scared stupid.

This kind of fist cultivation is incomprehensible to mortals.

The horror is simply not like a person!

Look at Chen Xixiang coming towards him again.

"Who the hell are you?"

Zheng Daokun roared angrily, Hong Fist's frame was opened, his steps rushed out, and he punched up, his hip bone twisted, and he rushed in front of Chen Xixiang.

"It's just a Taoist."

Chen Xixiang looked at this punch, but just stood still, his eyes slowly staring at it.

A pair of eyes are like electricity, as if there is magic, shooting straight out!

Shock your mind!

"This ...... Eyes ......"

The double-flowered red stick immediately felt a storm and turbulent waves in his mind, as if the gods above the nine heavens were looking down at him.

A pair of eyes are just light.

His eyes were dilated, and he was stupid at the scene.

At this time.

"It's Zheng Daokun of the Triad, this is the disciple grandson of the Southern Boxing King Ryazan."

In the distance, several figures ran from the street.

But then he saw that Chen Xixiang didn't need to make a move, and he shocked Zheng Daokun at a glance.

"Luck is good, hit people with his eyes, this person's kung fu has become the realm of Sun Lutang!"

A sentence came from the figure, with a thick incredulity, from a long distance I saw the scene of people being thrown away on the street like pieces of paper, and then I saw Chen Xixiang hitting people with his eyes and fixing the leader of the triad, Zheng Daokun.

"Sir, who is such a cultivator?"

It was Li Cunyi and Gong Baotian who rushed to hear the news.

And the triad gang who saw Chen Xixiang like entering a no-man's land all shouted in horror.

"Demons? Monster! Or a fairy! ”

Between a dozen breaths, dozens of people were thrown away, and some people were immobilized.

Especially that hand, the sword couldn't hurt it, but it was broken into pieces by him and flew out, and the power was more terrible than a bullet.

"He's not human!"

The rest of the triad retreated in fear.

They each looked at Chen Xixiang who was standing there like a ghost, as if the person standing there was not a person, but a human immortal Buddha.

………………

ps: Xiaolu's 23rd birthday is here, I want to go out to have a meal with friends in the evening, I can't write the third update, today I will have two more 7,000 words, and I plan to rest for half a day on my birthday, and ask for a happy birthday blessing~