Wan Er and Wan San, by chance, the long grass was deep in the treasure, these two carried the occasional long sword, and were full of interest to leave the deep mountains and forests, and went to Zhuangfu to test the sword and receive the reward, these two people left the sword picking place not far away, and walked less than 100 meters.

Suddenly, on the road in front of the two of them, smoke surrounded the trees, and several beggars appeared. These men carried shabby baggage on their shoulders. He looked unkempt, his clothes were shabby and dirty, and his face was covered by messy hair. Each person has a broken porcelain bowl in one hand and an old long wooden stick in the other.

A few beggars stared at Wan Er and the two of them, and the smug and complicated smile on their faces made people panic cautiously. These beggars slowly gathered from all directions, and surrounded the two of them in the center.

In case of 20,003 sudden encounters with a few people, I couldn't help but stand still inexplicably. Wan Er calmed himself down and only looked at a few beggars carefully. And Wan San saw that it was menacing, he timidly grabbed the corner of Wan Er's clothes, hid behind Wan Er, and only secretly aimed at a few beggars.

"Hehehe... Two brothers, don't hide good things, take them out and share them. The elder of the beggars, with a chill on his face, raised the long wooden stick in his hand, and shook it in front of Wan Twenty Thousand Three, and his demeanor and words were threatening.

"Stinky, stinky called Hanako, beat, rob our brothers? It's the wrong person... Nothing... Not to mention copper coins, even tea and dry food, there is no one. Hearing this, Wan San was bold, revealing half of his face behind Wan Er, staring at the elder with one eye, and stammering, "You have the ability, don't, don't bully our brothers." ”

"Ouch. Stinky boy! How dare you be disrespectful to your master?! You're begging for death?! "The young man among the beggars, when he heard Wansan call a few stinky flowers, he couldn't help but get angry. He jumped up and struck him with a long stick, only to be knocked back by the old man.

"Senior brother, this stinky boy is ugly. Cheap mouth! My brother taught him, why not? When the young man saw that he had been stopped, he asked for no reason. Annoyed, he threw the stick in his hand and squatted to the side and sulked.

The elder stared at him, tilted his head and neck, looked proud, and replied seriously, "Anyway, we are also disciples of the Beggar Gang Sect, how can we ruin the façade of the Beggar Gang because of such a trivial matter." Don't embarrass my beggars. ”

"It turned out to be a disciple of the Beggar Gang. Forgive us for having no eyes. My little brother has always been stupid, and the dog has never spit out ivory from his mouth. I hope you will forgive me! Seeing that there were many people, he didn't dare to touch the stone with eggs, so he quickly deprecated himself and begged for forgiveness.

When Wan San heard Wan Er's words, he looked unhappy, and couldn't help but say crookedly behind him, "Brother, what dog can't spit out ivory in his mouth?" Brother, which sentence of mine is not from the bottom of my heart? Dogs aren't as honest as I am...... How bad is it to describe my brother as a dog......"

When the elder heard Wan Er's words, his words seemed to be very useful, and he couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, "You still know the current affairs." Without further ado, hand it over. When he finished speaking, he stared at Waner with a smirk and stretched out a hand.

"Hand over, hand over? What's the deal? Wan Er looked at his outstretched hand, touched his head with his upper hand, and looked confused. It seems that the second monk is confused.

"Hmph, you have a treasure in that baggage, and you are reluctant to show it?" The elder sneered, and only snorted coldly twice, "If you don't hand it over, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this deep mountain forest." He struck the ground with the stick in his hand, and the sound was clear in the forest.

"Hand it over! Hand it over! Hand it over!! When the other beggars saw this, they struck the sticks and shouted in unison. The shout was deafening, mixed with the sound of sticks hitting the ground, shaking the dim silence of the forest, and a thrilling feeling.

"Mother, this is not a trial, why do you make it seem like you have committed a crime and are being tried in the yamen hall... Our brothers are also frequent visitors to the prison, who are you scaring about..."Wan San laughed in his heart. Looking at the prospect and touching those sharp eyes, he grabbed the corner of Wan Er's clothes tightly, hid behind him, buried his brain in Wan Er's skinny back, and unconsciously began to tremble.

Wan Er saw that the situation was not right, and thought about the meaning of the elder's words, and at this time seemed to understand, these people must have insight into the hiding place of the long sword. Unexpectedly, I thought I was foolproof, but everything was in the eyes of others. Wan Er knew in his heart that with the parallel skills of the two of them, they would definitely not be the opponents of these people.

"Hey!" Wan Er looked up to the sky and sighed. Working hard in the mountains and forests, I occasionally get a long sword to be happy. I thought that good luck would come and the bounty dream was close at hand. Unexpectedly, it was just a bamboo basket to draw water, and a daydream was empty and happy.

"What are you hesitating about? Baby, hand it over honestly! Don't be a fool. This beggar gang is not forgiving! The old man was on the side, watching quietly with cold eyes, and when he saw Wan'er hesitating, he threw out a cruel word.

"Brother, brother, hand it over, hand it over. Otherwise, our brothers' lives will be in jeopardy..."Wan San's face was close to Wan Er's back, and he persuaded in a trembling voice. Wan Er was forced to be helpless, so he was depressed and unlucky, opened his baggage, and took out the long sword. With a reluctant look on his face, he handed the long sword to the elder.

When the elder smiled happily and took the long sword. Suddenly, a wind struck, and in the dim darkness, a black shadow was like a lightning flash, and the sword waved in mid-air brushed over the branches and leaves... The leaves in front of the eyes in the air, like thousands of butterflies dancing, are dazzling in the sweeping wind......

The two of them haven't had time to see the shadow clearly, and they haven't figured out what happened. They only stood in place to cover their sleeves and cover their eyes, and the wind and leaves were so strong that the two of them did not open their eyes. I only heard the sound of clubs and swords in my ears, like weapons intersecting and fighting. The two of them had the courage to open their eyes and see, Na Wan Er was completely stupid, and Wan San's legs slipped and fell to the ground.

In the hazy mid-air, the sword shadow stick flashed... A few beggars and a man wearing a black veil hat fought inseparably. After several desperate fights, it was obvious to the eyes that the man in black had the upper hand. One person is domineering against several people, which shows the profundity of skills. Several beggars were at a disadvantage and had to be defeated.

The long sword in the old man's hand was snatched away by the man in black with the veil. A few beggars with their long swords in their hands were not hot, and they were robbed halfway by the masked man in black. A few beggars were full of disappointment, and they were in endless frustration. Suddenly, a lightning flying object hit, and the man in black who wanted to leave was hit on the shoulder, "Ah" A female voice screamed, she covered the arm holding the sword, and fell from the sky. The long sword clenched in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

Before a few beggars could come to their senses and see everything clearly, the long sword on the ground seemed to fly in one direction with the force and the flying object, and disappeared in the dazzle. Wan Er on the side looked like he was stupid, and he looked as if he had been pointed. And Wan San, who was paralyzed on the ground, was already sluggish when his soul was scattered.