() The flower hall master also calmed down, his face changed slightly, and said, "Okay, it's really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and now everyone has it." But I like it, because there aren't many people who dare to talk to me like that, and you're the first in so many years.

"Young people are young and vigorous, and their courage is commendable, but they have to pay a price for their disrespectful words. The old man will not pursue your first offense, if you want to leave, the old man will never stop you. But, as for this girl, hehe。。。。。。 ”

Han Lao Liu had already understood it in his heart, and he took a step forward and stretched out his hand to grab the spirit sparrow.

"Presumptuous!" Qiao Zhengyu took the first step, blocked in front of the spirit sparrow, and waved his hand to block Han Laoliu's hand.

"Yo ho, you're looking for death!" Han Lao Liu didn't expect the other party to dare to go against him, so he was angry and slashed at him with a knife. But something strange happened, the knife flashed a white light in mid-air, and it was about to fall. But at this moment, Han Lao Liu felt that his hand was light, and the knife was gone.

Frightened, he looked around, but when he saw Qiao Zhengyu holding a big knife in his hand that was exactly the same as himself, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"You。。。。。。 My Knife 。。。。。。 I was at a loss, and I couldn't help but scratch my scalp in a hurry, even if I scratched it, I couldn't think of the reason.

It turned out that Qiao Zhengyu didn't want to deal with him, but when he saw that the other party was ruthless and had no mercy on his subordinates, he couldn't help but be angry and wanted to give the other party a little color. Therefore, he immediately used the skill of a small grappler and snatched his weapon with lightning speed.

But I am afraid that Han Lao Liu still refused to admit defeat, and fiddled with the knife in his hand for a while, and suddenly with a force, the knife was suddenly broken into two.

"Han Lao

Six, your knife, back to you. He threw the broken knife on the ground.

Han Laoliu stared at the broken knife on the ground, his eyes were both frightened and angry, and he waved his hand backwards again and again: "Go on, give it to me, don't let them go, shake me and beat me to death." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something again, and said anxiously: "Wait!" In a panic, he couldn't help but look at the master of the flower hall.

The reaction of the flower hall master was no less than that of Han Lao Liu, and he was already stunned by the scene in front of him, but when he saw Han Lao Liu's begging gaze, he was even more angry, and shouted again and again: "What are you waiting for, when is it, are you still putting your face?

The disciples seemed to wake up, waved their swords and swords, and rushed towards Qiao Zhengyu and the others.

Those Iron Palm Gang disciples looked very strong from the outside, all of them were brave and powerful, as if they were unstoppable, but in fact, they were all useless straw bales.

After fighting with Qiao Zhengyu and the three of them, they were defeated and embarrassed.

It turned out that the Iron Palm Gang was very famous in the rivers and lakes, and the disciples in those gangs were also domineering, usually bullying the weak and acting as a tiger, and they didn't take ordinary people in their eyes at all.

In addition, the management of the gang is loose, and those disciples have a lot of good love for flowers and sticky grass, and they are mixed in the flowers and moons all the year round, and their bodies are already empty, so their martial arts have been abandoned for many years, and they are even more discounted.

At this time, facing Qiao Zhengyu and Hu Yi, relying on the large number of people on his side, he didn't take the two of them in his eyes for a long time. A swarm of bees rushed out, waving up and down, like headless flies, aimless, slashing indiscriminately.

Qiao Zhengyu, Hu Yi's martial arts are far superior to these disciples, and after a few moves, he has already seen the reason for this, and he knows it in his heart

It is calm and unhurried, and makes frequent moves.

In this way, those disciples are not opponents, and they often can't fight for a few rounds, so they are timid and have no fighting spirit in their hearts, and they all retreat one after another and cry bitterly. The whole scene was one-sided, and I couldn't bear to look at it directly.

"Don't fight, stop it!" Qiao Zhengyu suddenly shouted, frightening those disciples to stop. A few steps in front of the flower hall master, said: "I said a long time ago, the Tao is not the same, do you still want to try?"

The master of the flower hall was still majestic just now, but in the blink of an eye, his face had changed, and he was so frightened that he "pounced", and hurriedly knelt on the ground: "The hero spares his life, the hero spares his life, and the little one has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, which offends the hero." Please also ask the hero to raise his noble hand and spare the life of the little one. ”

Turning his head, he waved his hand at the disciples of Han Han again and again: "Kneel! Don't kneel down quickly, you are trying to kill me." ”

With just this sentence, those disciples knelt down one by one, and saw that the black pressure was overwhelming, which was very spectacular.

Han Lao Liu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted, and also "plopped" and fell to his knees.

"The little ones should be damned, the little ones should be damned, and please spare the heroes. ”

"Smack, smack, smack. After a few more consecutive blows, he jerked his mouth, and the score was extraordinarily loud and crisp.

Qiao Zhengyu laughed in his heart and said, "Forget it, let's get up." I'm not your helper, you don't need to do me such a courtesy, I can't afford it. ”

When the master of the flower hall heard this, his body shook even more, and he said to the ground: "Don't dare, the hero is our father, this kneeling salute is indispensable, even if we keep kneeling until death, it should be, as long as the hero likes it." ”