Yang Qi threw Liu Shaohong downstairs, and the atmosphere on the fourth floor suddenly became weird.

Liu Xuantong was supposed to go down to see his son's situation, but Liu Shaohong was too spineless just now, so he couldn't bear his anger now. And after quietly glancing at Li San, Liu Shaohong also felt a little embarrassed. Although it was a last resort, bowing to the other party was indeed a slap in the face of an ally.

What's next?

Everyone can see that if they want to fight, people under forty years old will not hand over the recruitment at all. And if you really want to compare it twice, it will take at least forty-five years of skill to make it possible. It's better to have fifty years of skill, or else it's not safe. There are many sects on the fourth floor, but including Li San, there are only four masters in total who have been in charge for fifty years. Looking at Liu Xuantong's situation just now, everyone was worried and didn't dare to talk about the war lightly.

But if it is a harmony, the young man has just said: he can buy whatever he wants, and if he has enough money, doesn't he say that he wants to buy it all? This is the biggest conflict.

"Don't be deceived, this son is strong and middle-class, in fact, he is almost dead. Li San said with a gloomy face: "I don't know what evil skills he practiced, it seems to look like a fight, but in the final analysis, ten years of skill is ten years of skill." As long as it is not an innate skill, what is there to fear about ten years of skill? It looks majestic, but in fact, it is already in tatters after the battle with your masters. Don't lose your fighting spirit and be deceived by him. ”

As soon as Li San spoke, the atmosphere changed subtly. Fang Lingji looked at Yang Qi's hand, only to see that there was a faint cold air on Yang Qi's hand, obviously forcing out miscellaneous qi. Just fought with many masters with a pair of fleshy palms. There is indeed a lot of true qi that has been blasted into the body, and what Li San said is not true.

Li Mou threw bricks and led the way and started first. Li San said and glanced at Liu Xuantong: "Brother Liu, the snow shame is like a blood shame, you can wash it with blood, don't hesitate." Liu Xuantong was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes moved slightly.

Li San didn't care about Liu Xuantong even if he said it, and the single person stepped forward to force Yang Qi and said coldly: "Secretly learn my Feiyan Flashing Spirit Technique, and let you see what the real Feiyan Shining Spirit Trick is today." ”

"Okay. Yang Qi was not afraid at all. Instead, he seemed excited: "I just want to see and see." ”

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out. The atmosphere was instantly tense. At this moment, I suddenly heard a scream downstairs. Everyone's eyes changed, although one or two screams were nothing to the rivers and lakes, but this voice was familiar to everyone. And I've just heard it - it turned out to be Liu Shaohong who just rolled downstairs!

"Shaohong?" Liu Xuantong couldn't help but look downstairs. Just listen to the sound of a whirring. Liu Shaohong actually flew up to the fourth floor by himself. But he didn't fly up with a dashing and light skill, but was thrown up with a parabola and a volley.

Liu Xuantong stretched out his hand to catch his son and shouted angrily: "What a gut! How dare you hurt my son Liu Xuantong!"

As soon as the words fell, another scream was heard. This time, Li San's face also changed, because this time it was his son's voice. When Liu Shaohong was thrown downstairs just now, his son also chased after him - maybe he ran away when he saw that the momentum was wrong, but he had already left. But with a howl from far and near, the young gang leader also flew up on all fours, and his face was blue and purple.

Li San's feet moved, and in an instant, he flashed behind his son like a phantom and caught his own son, and said coldly: "Who is here? But what is the grudge against me Li?" He was a Jiangyang thief in his early years, so he immediately thought of hatred, maybe an old enemy for decades.

But it was a relatively young voice who answered him: "Swallow Li San, iron palm Liu Xuantong, their reputations are not small." Knock knock, a series of footsteps came up the stairs. Everyone craned their necks to look, and the first thing that appeared in front of them was a head tied with countless braids, then a pair of eagle-like eyes, then a bronzed chest with muscles exposed, and a strange costume.

"He's ...... Fang, Fang Hailong?" Someone recognized the comer and exclaimed: "The fighting dragon of the three dragons of the three gangs of the Changhe River-Fang Hailong?!"

Another disciple said, "No, if Fang Hailong comes, then the other two dragons will also ......."

Before he finished speaking, the two men, one tall and one short, also followed Fang Hailong and walked up to the fourth floor.

"Sure enough, the Flying Dragon-Wen Hanlong and the Fierce Dragon-Xiang Xiaolong are here!"

The three humans had different shapes, the tallest was the Owl Dragon, the darkest in skin, and two meters tall, half a head taller than Nan Boqi. He looks like he is about thirty-five years old, and he is in the middle of his uncle's life. With a muscular body and muscles, but not out of shape, it looks like a berserker in an online game. Wen Hanlong was the shortest, with the whitest skin, and his crooked eyes and smiling expression seemed to be harmless to humans and animals. The thin figure is like an elf assassin in an online game, but he can't fake a murderous aura.

Fang Hailong is more than one meter eight, about the same height as Yang Qi. It looks like he's in his thirties, and his face is handsome but cold as ice. It's not appropriate to say cold, it should be said hard. A pair of eyes gave people a great sense of oppression, as if the sharp blade had been polished countless times by a whetstone, swept around, and many people from small sects were silent.

As soon as these three people appeared, the scene was even more bizarre. Everyone temporarily turned their attention away from Yang Qi, and their eyes gathered on them.

"Huh?" Fang Hailong seemed to see something, and glanced at Yang Qi in surprise. Yang Qi met his gaze, and there seemed to be a clanging sound of sword blades colliding, and there seemed to be sparks in the void.

"Interesting. Fang Hailong retracted his gaze, then walked in front of everyone, and suddenly raised his leg and stepped on a stool with one foot. One elbow propped up his knee, and the other hand rubbed the tip of his nose and then pointed to each head: "Listen to me, fragrant jade pendant, it's ours." Whoever robs us, Lao Tzu will slaughter him. ”

"Huh?" This Fang Hailong came up without saying a word, but he came to such a sentence, which really caught everyone off guard.

An old master spoke, his eyes were shining, he was one of the four people with more than fifty years of skill: "Leader Fang, although your three gangs of Changhe are strong, they also have to follow the rules of the rivers and lakes......"

"You, come out. Fang Hailong suddenly pointed at the old master, kicked the stool away, and then pulled out the scimitar in his hand with a sudden, full of murderous intent: "Mention the rules to me?"

"What do you want to do?" Liu Xuantong slapped the table and shouted: "There are so many famous factions in Jiangnan here, do you dare to commit murder?"

"Old man, don't be a blind/, come and practice your hands. Xiang Xiaolong grinned and walked towards Liu Xuantong with big strides. With a few snaps and pinching his fingers, Xiang Xiaolong's teeth reflected a fierce light: "I heard that your hands are very hard, I don't know how hard they are." As he spoke, he punched Liu Xuantong on the head.

Liu Xuantong raised his hand to catch his fist, and with a bang, he kicked back two steps, and he couldn't help but show surprise on his face.

Li Sanyi frowned, and his feet moved, and the phantom flashed behind Xiang Xiaolong's back and wanted to besiege him. But as soon as he raised his hand, he heard a voice sound not far behind him: "Yanzi Li San, I have heard for a long time that you are very light, and you are known as Feiyan." Why don't you compare with me today, is it your Feiyan who is powerful, or my Feilong?"

Li San Huo Ran turned around, and sure enough, it was Wen Hanlong who was smiling. Li San's hand flipped, and the three swallow darts tore through the air with a whistling wind, and shot at Wen Hanlong's chest. Wen Hanlong dodged unhurriedly and dodged, and with a flick of his backhand, it was a scaly hidden weapon, and he fought back without showing weakness.

Three-on-three, as soon as the three dragons of the three gangs of the Changhe River appeared, they strongly launched an attack on the three big masters who had more than 50 years of skill. The fourth floor was full of exclamations, and those who were not in rank hugged their heads and fled. When he fought against Yang Qi just now, he was already half injured, so don't get involved in the immortal fight at this time.

Very few people can still stay on the fourth floor of this Drunken Moon Building, and Yang Qi and the three of them are definitely the three most stable. They were already sitting in the corner, and now no one dared to come over to provoke them, so they entered the mode of watching the excitement.

"How are you, does it matter?" Luo Yuxi was most concerned about Yang Qi's situation: "Are there any internal injuries?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm fine. Yang Qi's hands were filled with ice mist, like ice cream taken out of the refrigerator in the summer.

In just 20 days, the situation is very different. Twenty days ago, Yang Qi had no way to face internal strength. In the fierce battle of Yihua Village, the big reason why he couldn't hold on to the golden fan boy with forty years of skill was that he couldn't touch the internal strength. At that time, the enemy's internal strength was a minefield for him to reduce his blood, and he had to be careful to avoid it.

Twenty days later, the heads of forty years of skill are basically out of sight, and only those with more than fifty years of skill have the possibility of beating each other. The biggest change is that Yang Qi has internal strength, and he is no longer afraid of colliding with internal strength.

Ten years is not much, but not much and not at all is not the same concept. If you don't, you can only live and endure, and there is no way to do it. But as long as there is, there is a way to think about it. In particular, Yang Qi can even play with the internal force in other people's bodies, is the miscellaneous qi in his own body still a thing?

Avoid the strong and attack the weak, divide the troops to outflank, and rush in a roundabout way. Yang Qi's meridians were like a real-time strategy game, but firstly, he opened the whole map, and secondly, the other party was stupid and slow, and he was completely abusing them. It didn't take long for the miscellaneous gases to be completely defeated, destroyed, and expelled from the body. Yang Qi was pleasantly surprised to find that as this internal force war continued, his internal strength seemed to increase his experience.

The more condensed, the more refined, the more powerful.

"There are many advantages to fighting with people, and you have to compete with masters more in the future. Yang Qi focused his energy on the battle in front of him, and after looking at it twice, he couldn't help nodding, and said to the two women: "Look carefully, the three dragons of the three gangs of the Changhe River are not simple." (To be continued......)