Seeing that the two sides were about to start working without saying a few words, the people around them began to shrink into their homes. The curator, Ling Guangtong, and Drunken Dust Township were still standing still, watching the imminent scuffle.

"I think you still have room for one last regret." The steward caught a glimpse of the people who were going home around him, and he was secretly happy in his heart, not only was his momentum even stronger, but he was also sure of victory, "We can forgive you for your poverty and meanness, and it is not too late for you to apologize now." ”

"Listen to your nonsense here, the second uncle will teach you how to respect the elderly!" Dong Dong shouted, "Brothers, strike first!" ”

"Oh?!"

The two managers were taken aback, but reacted immediately.

At the sound of an order, a group of beggars picked up the guy and rushed towards the opposite side. Suddenly, sticks were like a forest, reflecting shadows in the dim and narrow light.

The Outlander also immediately passed over the steward and raised his fist. Suddenly, the crowd was boiling, the two managers retreated to the door, and the spectators behind couldn't get out, and they hugged their heads in the seats.

The scuffle in the streets and alleys is the most disorderly brawl. The beggars are not as idle and thin as they seem, but they have a unique stick method, two or three people surround a foreign fighter, and they do not fall behind.

After a moment of fighting, the fighters were actually separated, and each of them was held by two or three sticks, which can be said to be overwhelming.

They let out angry shouts, but the beggars were very orderly and roundabout, obviously not ordinary wild ways. Every time the fighter threw his fist, they dodged it, and the three sticks grazed their ribs and thighs, and kept circling in circles.

“#%@&！”

Angry fighters shouted local curses, but every movement they made felt like they were being held hostage and caged.

Deng Deng and Dong Dong also fought in person, and now it is the beggars who have the upper hand. They laughed at the overwhelmed manager with their eyes, and then drew their sticks at the same time, and each gave the manager a gavel.

"Well, I didn't expect this to be the case."

Seeing this, the curator who was watching the battle couldn't help but bow slightly.

Ling Guangtong looked at the beggars' unique stick methods, and he could already see the clues: "They ...... There must be someone else behind the scenes. This kind of lazy-looking martial arts seems to have some kind of subtlety. ”

The curator said "um". He had already thought about his white-clothed guards, and it seemed that if he could find a master who trained beggars, he might be able to hire him to teach his own guards, but this kind of thing is not certain.

Drunken Dust Township glanced sideways occasionally, although he didn't speak, but he also had a little appreciation.

At this time, the situation can be said to be firmly controlled by the beggars.

The stranger fighters had no brute strength and fighting skills, but they were locked up by several clubs and could not use them. Those sticks seem to be weak, but in fact they are at ease, and in the rather orderly movement, the sticks are chained, and it is difficult to escape.

This kind of drama is like a trapped beast, and after a while, the foreign fighter is exhausted. The two managers saw it clearly, and they complained bitterly in their hearts, and their faces were already bitter.

The foreign fighters were circled, and the beggars began to approach the entrance of the tournament hall.

The spectators of the martial arts hall noticed that this group of people was approaching step by step, and their faces were as frightened as ashes. The two managers blocked in vain with their weak bodies, and were forced to retreat into the martial arts hall step by step.

"Let's get closer and look closer." The curator proposed.

Ling Guangtong nodded. Drunken Dust Township still leaned on the spot and did not move.

By this time, the foreign fighters were exhausted. And the beggars who noticed it suddenly changed their formation, and the sticks became more aggressive, and their foreheads, abdomen, knees, and heels, with every move, went straight to the weak point.

"Ahh - Wow!! ”

Immediately after, the screams of the stranger fighters resounded endlessly.

Seeing that it was already a must-lose, the two managers gritted their teeth and seemed to have made a decision.

However, just when they had just made up their minds, seeing the miserable situation, the object of hope that the two of them had could no longer stand it, and jumped into the crowd from the roof of the martial arts hall!

"Huh?!"

Dong Dong and Deng Deng suddenly saw a figure jumping down from a height, and their faces were a little surprised.

The visitor was not tall, but also a stranger. But after he entered the battlefield, he raised his hand violently, grabbed the two sticks, and with a low roar, he actually broke the sticks into two pieces!

Everyone present was shocked by this person's involvement. The movements in his hands slowed down for a moment.

The two managers, after seeing the appearance of the visitor clearly, suddenly smiled, and the two hurriedly stepped forward.

"You're finally here...... Lord Dunde......"

The visitor nodded, and at the same time turned to protect the two or three fallen stranger fighters, and looked at the group of beggars.

A few beggars rushed towards him with a loud shout. Unexpectedly, Dunde actually stood motionless, letting the stick attack!

Just when the skin came into contact with the stick, only a few crisp "clicks" were heard, and everyone was in an uproar.

The club had broken in his body—and Dunde himself, as if unconscious, had responded with a cold eye.

Deng Deng and Dong Dong realized that the comer was different from those fighters, and immediately called everyone to stop and retreat. The beggars immediately put away their sticks in an orderly manner and took three steps back.

Dunde looked at the group of ragged beggars and looked around. Then he waved his hand impatiently, and the fighters stood behind him.

“…… It's not good. The curator and Ling Guangtong also retreated and talked in a low voice.

"According to the information of Qiong Tiandian, this kind of character seems to be a general with a certain ability who is different from ordinary people." Ling Guang said on the same side, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the drunken dust country.

Drunken Dust still doesn't seem to be interested. He just glanced at it from time to time, but he didn't mean to make a move.

And in the center of focus, Dunde was the first to speak:

"You guys are very unkind. You gathered around and beat me with sticks. This is a provocation. ”

Deng Deng nodded, without the slightest intention of repaying the debt: "Yes, that's right." ”

Hearing this, Dunde's eyes were cold at first. Then a smile appeared, and Bai Sensen's teeth were faintly visible: "This is good." If that is the case, then I will defend you now, and you must take it. ”

"That's it! Chaoyun Street Port breaks the peace and insults us! Lord Dunde, you will definitely help us fight back! The manager behind him shouted unwillingly.

Dunde snorted coldly. He looked up at the night sky around Chaoyun Street, and his expression gradually lost his inhibition.

"Oops...... Their names are placed on the heads of the streets...... "The curator is quite worried.

Feeling Dunde's murderous aura, Drunken Dust sighed slightly. He tightened his flask and stood up against the wall.