The beggar's palm is powerful, and with just one palm, Ning Wentian can see that his palm has a great potential, and he immediately threw away the idea of contempt in his heart, and clenched his fists to concentrate on it.

Both of them are born with divine powers, they learn strong fists and feet, and they all fight big postures.

Once they are opposed, they are dignified and hard-bridged, hard-working, and they are fighting against opponents.

But seeing the palms coming and going, the shadows were sufficient, the fists were shadows, and the beggars were dazzled, and at the same time, they said in their hearts.

They had sent out several groups of men and horses before, and they all returned with a feather.

I thought that through these few battles, I had already seen the strength of Ning Wentian, but I didn't expect that he was actually sent away casually.

This kind of master cannot be overestimated.

Maybe even if the helmsman is here, he won't be an opponent.

Thinking like this, they couldn't help but rejoice that there were many talents in the rudder.

If you talk about martial arts, this kid who brings art into the gang is probably more than enough to be a helmsman.

It's just that they watched and suddenly felt that their breathing tightened, and gusts of wind rushed towards them from the battle circle between the two of them, like a pinprick in a needle, which made them very uncomfortable.

The two people who were fighting heartily did not realize that their battle filled the entire main hall, forcing the beggars watching the battle to retreat step by step, and after a while, they retreated outside the hall, and finally could only look inside through the doors and windows.

As for Nie Xiaoqian, the masculinity they exuded during the war was a little hotter than the noon sun, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

But the tricks and styles of the beggars in the battle circle, the more you look at them, the more familiar they feel. Soon, she thought of an unexpected person.

So she didn't retreat like the beggars, but stood in a corner of the main hall and watched them fight.

The two of them fought from one side of the main hall to the other. Hit from side to side, from the ground to the beam, and from the beam to the ground, and then both of them noticed that someone was around.

Especially the beggar, when he was fighting, he suddenly glanced back at Nie Xiaoqian, and the whole person shook suddenly. When the palm was pushed halfway, the palm force was like an avalanche, and it suddenly collapsed, and he was stunned on the spot.

Ning Wentian, who was punching out on the other side and was about to punch his palm, handed his fist to most of the time, and found that the palm power of the beggar who had hit half of it had disappeared strangely. The boxing method is sent and received at will, and only then does he walk back to the ring, and most of the punch strength is collected in time.

But even so, the rest of the punch still fell on the beggar who was stunned.

Smack, a crunch.

But it was the green bricks under the beggar's feet that shattered, and then fell backwards.

Although he subconsciously unloaded most of his fist strength into the green bricks under his feet and shattered the green bricks, a small part of it still had to bear it himself.

His face turned white in an instant. Then he turned red, and then snorted.

Of course. Because the beggar's face was thick and black with dirt, others could not see the change in his face.

Ning Wentian didn't know what was going on with the beggar, but he didn't bother to take advantage of the danger of others, and after reining in his fist, he saw the beggar standing there like a lost soul, like a walking corpse. His sword eyebrows furrowed, and he said lightly: "Ten moves have passed, you can stay." ”

With that, he retreated to the side of the bronze spirit coffin.

The beggar didn't seem to hear him, and still stared blankly at the ground. Motionless.

"Wang Lin?"

In the main hall, which became extremely quiet after the fierce battle, Nie Xiaoqian's voice sounded.

"Girl, you recognized the wrong person."

After a long time, the beggar answered, and then turned and walked out.

It's just that although he turned around very quickly, Nie Xiaoqian's speed was even faster.

Before he could take a few steps, Nie Xiaoqian's figure flashed to the door, in front of him.

When she called out the word "Wang Lin" in confusion just now, she noticed that the beggar's body was obviously trembling slightly.

The beggar's long hair covered his face, and his voice was a little wrong, but Nie Xiaoqian confirmed his identity even more: "Wang Lin, I know it's you." ”

On that day, she obtained her own columbarium, and when she escaped from Lanruo Temple, she was separated from the little monk Wang Lin, and then she was forced to place her trust in Gu Niang Temple, and it didn't take long for her to learn from Ping'an that the Wang family was designated as a prisoner of the imperial court and was wanted.

When she was able to leave Gu Niang Temple, in order to confirm the affairs of the Wang family, she went to Guobei County for the first time.

Seeing that the Wang family was empty, the mansion was sealed, and Wang Lin and they had no news, and they wanted to find it, but they had nowhere to find it.

The beggar was stopped by Nie Xiaoqian.

Nie Xiaoqian had too many questions in her heart: "Wang Lin, what's the matter with you?" ”

The Wang family used to be a family of gold and silver, Wang Lin, a rich and noble son born with a golden key, a new generation of Shaolin laymen, and a rising star in martial arts, turned into a beggar and became like this, it is really unimaginable.

Wang Lin stood still, did not speak, did not admit it, did not refute.

Nie Xiaoqian sighed in her heart, but fortunately, Wang Lin seemed to have given up on himself and gave up a lot, but at least his martial arts were still there.

But just as she was about to ask what happened to Wang Lin, a group of beggars outside rushed in.

"King Lin, you can really fight."

"I knew you had high martial arts, but I didn't expect it to be so high."

"Go, go back, I'll invite you to drink."

……

The group of beggars hugged Wang Lin and was about to go out.

In their opinion, although Wang Lin failed to win against Ning Wentian in the end, he didn't know how to make dozens of moves under Ning Wentian, and he had already exceeded the ten-move contract, and the bet was won by their beggars to help Qiandeng divide the rudder. The face is won back, and there is a place to stay, so you have to celebrate.

Wang Lin, a hero, is naturally the object of their support.

Nie Xiaoqian glanced at the group of beggars and said, "You go out first, I have something to say to Wang Gongzi." ”

"Prince Wang?" A beggar listened to Nie Xiaoqian's words and said with a smile, "This girl, you have recognized the wrong person, there is no boy here, and he is not surnamed Wang." ”

Wang Lin is even more beggar than most beggars at this time, and where does he have the slightest appearance of a son.

The group of beggars looked at Wang Lin, thinking about the rich boy they had seen, and laughed along with it.

Nie Xiaoqian was unmoved, and asked rhetorically, "You mean the fake name of King Lin?" ”

"Girl, how do you know that King Lin is a fake name?"

"Regarding this issue, I don't think I need to explain it to you, you just need to know that he is not called King Lin."

"And what should he be called?" The beggars quipped.

"His surname is Wang, and you can call him Wang Gongzi."

When Nie Xiaoqian said these three words coldly, the group of beggars felt a sudden cold current in the hall, and then looked at Nie Xiaoqian's face like frost, the whole hall seemed to be full of oppression, so cold that they shivered together, and they all opened their mouths and stammered.

So after a few breaths, except for Wang Lin, the other beggars in the hall were gone.

At this time, the sunset is all gone, the night falls, and the City God Temple, which is shrouded in darkness, looks deep and cold. (To be continued.) )