After some torture and questioning, the beggar gang disciple confessed the location of the stronghold, and Chang Wei and Huang Rong escorted the beggar gang disciple and forced him to lead the way.

Leaving the restaurant, entering a side alley diagonally opposite, passing through the long and narrow alley, and turning around for a while, gradually leaving the bustling market, came to a broken temple in the suburbs.

The gate of the ruined temple is half open, and on the threshold sits a ragged man named Hanako, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and is sleeping with his head on his head.

Chang Wei deliberately landed on his feet, and Hanako was awakened by the sound of footsteps, and before he could see the person on the other side, he muttered, "Why did you go for so long?" Did anyone catch it? ”

Hearing this question, Chang Wei didn't hesitate any longer, and stepped in front of the flower child, his five fingers were opened, and he slapped his head on the ground, and with a bang, the flower child burst into a burst of brains, and he was instantly angry.

When Chang Wei made his move, Huang Rong, who was holding the beggar gang disciple who was leading the way, saw that he had found a stronghold, and immediately pulled out the moth eyebrow thorn and stabbed the beggar gang disciple to death in one fell swoop.

Then the two rushed into the courtyard together, there were a few beggars inside, listened to the movement at the door, ran out of the main hall with a knife and a stick, and ran head-on into Chang Wei Huang Rong in the courtyard, and the beggar who ran in front immediately slashed without saying a word.

Chang Wei turned sideways to avoid a knife in the head, slapped the beggar with a backhand, spurted blood from his mouth, fell out, and died before he landed. At the same time, Huang Rong rushed into the group of beggars, tossing and turning, like a butterfly wearing flowers, no matter how much the beggars slashed and swept with sticks, they couldn't touch a piece of her clothes. And the moth eyebrow thorn in her palm stabbed again and again, and every time she struck, a beggar would fall.

It only took a few breaths, and before Chang Wei could help, Huang Rong had already stabbed all the beggars to death.

Chang Wei gave a thumbs up, and was about to praise two sentences, when he heard a cold snort from the top of the hall: "Hmph, kill them all, leave no one alive!" At a young age, he is ruthless! ”

Chang Wei was startled, looked up, but saw a figure standing on the top of the main hall, looking at them condescendingly.

It was late at night, and there was still the light of oil lamps from the hall in the courtyard, but above the top of the hall, it was pitch black, and I could barely see the figure, but I couldn't distinguish his clothes, let alone his facial features.

Huang Rong was also slightly startled, with her acuity, she didn't even notice the existence of the figure before it spoke. If that person didn't make a sound, taking advantage of the two of them being unprepared, condescending to pounce and sneak attack, wouldn't she and Chang Wei be doomed?

However, since the man showed his traces, Huang Rong was not very afraid, and immediately raised his head and said crisply: "These flowers have sinister intentions, but they are not as good as others, they deserve to be killed by us, why do you blame us?" ”

"Little girl is so angry." The figure said: "According to what you say, if your skills are not as good as others, you deserve to be killed by me?" ”

Huang Rong stuck out her tongue and said with a smile: "We didn't do anything bad, why did you beat us?" ”

The figure said, "Didn't do anything bad? Killed so many people, and still argued that they didn't do anything bad? Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a good lesson! ”

As soon as the words fell, the figure swooped down from the top of the temple and slapped his palm.

In the Condor World, even the Five Peerless Grandmasters, they rarely attack in the air. In the martial arts, there is no outgoing momentum, and there is no "spiritual induction", and it is difficult to detect the depth of the opponent's strength until formal contact.

Because of this, grandmasters such as Ouyang Feng, Huang Yaoshi, and Zhou Botong were all underestimated when they didn't make a move. It is precisely because of this that Qiu Qianzhang was able to pretend that Qiu Qianzhang was swaggering.

However, the figure on the top of the hall can hide from Huang Rong and Chang Wei's ears and eyes, and he doesn't know when he will come quietly, standing on the top of the hall, and taking in every move of Chang Wei and Huang Rong.

At this time, the blow he volleyed down, neither had the strength to cross the horizon, nor did he see the magic tricks, it seemed to be just ordinary, ordinary and ordinary palms, but Chang Wei did not dare to be careless, took a step forward, blocked in front of Huang Rong, raised his palms, turned his palms into blue and black, and faced the opponent's palm, and pushed upwards with all his might.

Boom!

Chang Wei's palms collided with the figure's single palm, and a thunderous roar erupted. Chang Wei was shocked, only to feel a pound-thin huge force surging, suddenly his palms were in sharp pain, his arms were numb, and he couldn't help himself, and he staggered back.

"Young man is so powerful!"

The figure sighed in admiration, volleyed a somersault in the air, and flew towards Chang Wei again: "Take me again!" ”

It was the same palm blow again, Chang Wei gritted his teeth, urged his true qi, and regardless of the discomfort in his arms, he struck with all his palms.

Syllable!

The palms of the two palms touched the figure with one palm, but there was only a soft sound, Chang Wei thought that it was another full force collision, but he didn't expect that the palm power he blasted out with all his strength was empty and unsettled. The feeling of losing his strength made his chest suffolate for a while, and he wanted to gag uncomfortably.

Before he could breathe his breath, the figure's palm suddenly burst out with a raging wave-like force, surging and bombarding his palm.

Chang Wei's two arms, from the tips of his palms to his shoulders, suddenly became numb, sore, and weak, and he couldn't lift them anymore. The body also shook violently, and his feet couldn't hold the momentum, and he couldn't help but retreat again and again, retreating more than ten steps in a row, until he hit the courtyard wall, and the courtyard wall shook slightly, and then stopped.

The figure was regretful and stunned: "Young people can practice this kind of palm power, and their skills are really solid!" But why is the move so crude that you can't even do a simple change of strength? Who taught you Kung Fu? ”

"What did I teach?" Huang Rong snorted lightly, leaned forward, and the steel thorns of the moth eyebrows pierced the figure's eyes.

She saw that although the figure had strong palms, she easily defeated Chang Wei with two palms, but when she took out the palm, the moves were simple and there was almost no change, thinking that this person's martial arts were average, but her strength was heavy, and she thought that she might be able to defeat this person with her flexible skills and treacherous moves, and she made a brazen attack at the moment.

However, she can easily use Chang Wei as a sandbag, but in front of this person, it is useless. As soon as the moth eyebrow thorn made a move, she felt a flower in front of her, her hand was empty, and the moth eyebrow steel thorn that she held firmly was actually snatched away from the person, but she couldn't even see the man's method clearly.

Huang Rong sighed in surprise, still refusing to admit defeat, stepping on the Qimen Bagua step, dripping and winding to the side of the figure, the right hand out of the Ying Shen Sword palm, the left hand pinching the orchid brush acupoint, and secretly kicking out the whirlwind sweeping leaf leg under his feet, to trip the person off the plate.

At this time, she had already made a move with all her strength, and she had used all the kung fu she could get her hands on, but as soon as she made a move, the person had disappeared from her field of vision, and a voice came from behind her: "Little girl, your master's surname is Huang?" ”

Huang Rong shot a few times with all her might, but she didn't even touch the corner of the person's clothes, and she was already shocked in her heart, and when she heard this, she was even more shocked in her heart: "How do you know?" ”

The man said: "I said that you little baby, why are you so ruthless, it turns out that you are a disciple of Huang Laoxi, no wonder." ”

As he spoke, the man raised his hand and patted it gently, and his palm fell on Huang Rong's shoulder, seemingly without exerting force, but Huang Rong was so calm that he couldn't move.

Chang Wei had just recovered his strength, and his weak arm had not fully recovered, when he saw that the man's palm fell on Huang Rong's shoulder, and he immediately said urgently: "Seniors have mercy!" Rong'er is not only a yellow ...... That's a disciple, and it's his daughter! ”

The figure said, "Daughter? Well, the eyebrows, eyes and nose do look like Huang Laoxi. Young man, don't worry, the old flower will not bully the small. ”

It was only at this time that Chang Wei saw the man's appearance clearly by the light of the oil lamp shining in the hall.

It was a tall, red-faced middle-aged man who looked to be in his early forties. He was dressed in a rustic short coat with a few patches on it, and in his left hand he carried a blue staff with a vermilion gourd tied to it. And his right hand on Huang Rong's shoulder has only four fingers and is missing an index finger.

Even if he had never seen this person, Chang Wei recognized him at a glance just by the way he dressed him.

It is the leader of the beggar gang, the "Nine-Fingered Beggar" Hong Qigong!

"No wonder the palm power is super fierce!"

Chang Wei recognized Hong Qigong, and while he sighed in his heart, he was also greatly relieved.

Since it is Hong Qigong, then he and Huang Rong are definitely not in danger. Even if they killed a lot of beggar disciples, as long as they explained it clearly, with Hong Qigong's temperament, they couldn't say hello for what the two of them had done.

The only thing that made Chang Wei a little depressed was that Hong Qigong seemed to think that he was too ruthless......

He wants to learn to descend the dragon and eighteen palms! First impressions matter!

"Junior Chang Wei, meet the senior!" Chang Wei clenched his fists with both hands and took a deep look: "Thank you for the mercy of your predecessors." ”

Chang Wei knew that Hong Qigong's two palms just now did not exert all his strength at all. Especially in the second palm, although the palm power is turbulent, the way to exert strength is "push", which will only push him back again and again like a big wave, but it will not really hurt him.

Otherwise, his palm power was in vain at that time, just when the old force was gone and the new force was not born, if Hong Qigong wanted to hurt him, the palm power could easily blast into his body, shaking him to the point that his meridians were broken and his five organs turned into powder.

His dragon yin iron cloth shirt is just a small success, and his internal organs have just begun to be strengthened, how can he stop Hong Qigong's "Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending"?

"You boy is good." Hong Qigong smiled, let go of the palm pressed on Huang Rong's shoulder, and said, "This girl just said that her kung fu was taught by her, so you are also Huang Lao'er's disciple?" ”

Without waiting for Chang Wei to reply, he frowned again and said, "No, the little girl of the Huang family is shallow, and she can rely on her exquisite moves." With her skills and age, how can she teach you? Besides, your kung fu is not Huang Laoxi's path. ”

Huang Rong flattened her mouth and snorted: "I taught him his kung fu!" ”

Chang Wei also said: "The kung fu of the seniors and juniors is indeed taught by Rong'er. However, without the permission of the lord of Huangdao, Rong'er did not dare to teach her family martial arts without authorization, so she only taught a few foreign kung fu to the juniors, and the juniors did not worship the master of Huangdao. ”

"That's amazing." Hong Qigong was surprised: "With your palm power and internal strength, you have to practice for ten years to have such skills." The little girl of the Huang family is only fifteen or sixteen years old, could it be that she has been teaching you since she was five or six years old? ”

Huang Rong was proud now, and tilted her chin proudly: "We are Chang Wei, we are a rare martial arts wizard in a thousand years, and we have been practicing martial arts for only ten days!" ”

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