The first manifestation of morality is that the community is in difficulty, and it cannot be walked away, and if you want to fight lightning, you must regard the community as your home. Nowadays, people's hearts are not ancient, and there are not many such heroes, especially the help of low-level people -- they just go into the community to eat and eat, is it difficult to give you your life? Only when you are in the middle and high level, and under the influence of interests, can you talk about the cause of the mixed community, not just eating food.

Bai Lang now felt that if he did a favor in the past, he would complete his repayment of the favor to the Changle Gang, and as a low-level ganger, it would be enough to be able to do this step—although the top of the gang might not think so...... Bai Lang didn't take a weapon, so it was best to be bare-handed - in case the people who came were awesome, he could still pretend to eat melons and run away. "Loyalty has a price..... Bai Lang muttered, "Righteousness also negotiates the price......"

Someone was indeed scoring the rudder, and it seemed that he had come prepared, and the rudder had been broken. The helmsman must have hung up, because this man had been hung upstairs on the rudder, dripping blood from his limbs without moving, and a large blood mark on his chest. The co-helmsman lay on the ground panting, and it looked like he was about to burp and catch a cold. And the few masters and elders in the rudder couldn't see it......

There were quite a few people who attacked the Dajiangmen rudder, six of them obviously looked like they had higher martial arts, two of them were wounded, and the corpses of several Dajiangmen disciples and rudder disciples were put aside. They were now busy sorting out the treasures and other items they had gotten from the rudder and other items and other things like that, and Bai Lang's arrival only made the eyes of several Dajiangmen disciples at the door flick their eyes, "Get out!"

"He's from the Changle Gang! Kill him!" someone shouted, Bai Lang looked like a little miscellaneous hair, but he had seen it before, and now it seems that it was the hidden pile of Dajiangmen, and if you look closely, there are still a few people who have seen it, and even like him, they are from the Changle Gang. "Undercover?" Bai Lang sighed, "It's just a land grab...... in the underworld" However, someone has already slashed it with a knife.

"You really have no scruples...... But I'm like that too. Bai Lang didn't dodge at all, and let the knife hit his head. "Waste! I don't know where to chop people, but the braincase is the hardest, do you know? And this pure foreign strength, this kind of martial arts is also embarrassed to go out? It's better to stab than to stab it?" Bai Lang muttered in his stomach, but when the knife slashed his head, it only made a "bell" sound.

The knife bounced straight back, and the man couldn't hold it—because the tiger's mouth had cracked, and now he was about to scream as soon as he grasped his hand. However, he couldn't scream, because Bai Lang slapped his head into his chest. The rest of the people who rushed over, Bai Lang also sent them to the west sky with a punch and a kick before they could react. Today's white wave fists and feet are all powerful, in the past, he was only a tiger-shaped true intention, and when he was successful, he was no different from the killing power of a big insect, and now the fourth level of the golden bell jar has been completed, and this skill is getting higher and higher.

Although it is still a small shrimp in the martial arts, it is already a relatively strong shrimp, and if you open the entrance of the second vein of Rendu Heaven and Earth that day to achieve the innate congenital, I am afraid that this ranking will be above the high level of the helper. Bai Lang's footsteps did not stop, and he directly crossed the threshold and stepped into the rudder. "I didn't expect there to be a fish that slipped through the net here, the martial arts are not bad!" said a middle-aged man in one of those big river gates, looking at the tone of the standing position and speaking, most of them were the commanders this time.

"Do it!" the man let out a low shout, so the six Dajiangmen masters rushed over together with the Dajiangmen disciples on the side. "Sure enough, it's the underworld grabbing territory, and if you don't come to a one-on-one martial arts duel, it's just a fight. Bai Lang thought, so he also shouted, "Do you still talk about the rules of martial arts?

The middle-aged man and the others laughed, "Not bad, yes, the rules of the rivers and lakes." It's better to go heads-up and draw a line - you pick up us, we pick you up two options, you choose one. "Bai Lang was also choked, and when he really met the shameless brother on the road, he still had a tender face...... Speechless, he could only choose him to single out a group of them. Bai Lang took a breath, his arms were divided, the golden bell jar was moved, and the phantom of the golden bell outside the body flashed away.

"Not good!" the middle-aged man shouted, but those Dajiangmen disciples who were eager to make meritorious contributions had already blasted up with knives, long swords, fists and feet. And so with the long bell ringing, these attacks all reverberate. The mouth of the sword with the knife was cracked, and the fists and feet were lightly sprained and fractured. It's a shame that the Bailang Golden Bell Jar didn't reach the sixth and seventh levels, otherwise the afterburner would have been damned. Anyway, Bai Lang hasn't lost a single hair now, and the Dajiangmen disciples who rushed up have already injured a batch.

At this time, the six masters flashed out of the pile, each using their martial arts to attack Bai Lang. The disciples are not nervous in this situation - they are just practicing kung fu, and it seems that they can still practice the true meaning phantom, but each of them can reach this point, and six against one has a head. Two of the six people used fists, and the four of them all used swords, and sure enough, the swordsmanship was a martial arts sect.

The swordsmanship of these four people is like a bird, like a poisonous snake, in short, the two are one. And the palm fist with the fist is like the Yangtze River, and the surging is really a first-class martial art that Bai Lang has seen in the Changle Gang. "The Black Tiger Fist can't be compared to it at all!" Bai Lang sighed, his hands wrapped around his chest, and the golden bell jar was fully opened, and the bronze bell with the tiger cannibal pattern directly appeared a translucent shadow, enveloping him in it.

The four swords arrived first, and as expected, they couldn't pierce in, and they were shocked by the protective Gang Qi. However, the palm power can vibrate with the internal force of the golden bell jar, but it can directly hit Bai Lang's body through the golden bell jar. "Weakened at least seventy percent!" Bai Lang ate these two palms, his body shook, and his claws were directly torn out one by one. The sound of the tiger's roar suddenly sounded, and the phantom of the bell suddenly changed, turning into a black and white tiger.

As soon as Bai Lang's body was long, he directly pounced on the middle-aged man who used his palm technique, and he was also the strongest opponent. When Bai Lang performed his martial arts, he brought with him the murderous aura contaminated in the battle array, which made the martial arts of the Black Tiger Fist look unprecedentedly poignant and ferocious. However, the man was afraid that he was also a strong man rolling in the pile of dead people, slashing a street with a pair of iron palms, and at the moment he completely ignored Bai Lang's murderous aura, and greeted him with both palms blasting out in a row.

This palm style is the set of the Yangtze River, and the power of the back palm is superimposed on the power of the front palm, and the layers are superimposed to form an endless palm power. This palm force sealed the direction of Bai Lang's advance, but this guy roared, and his claws tore apart this vast river - the significance of the Black Tiger Fist is that Bai Lang has really mastered a set of methods on how to excite the internal force and the external body for a few feet. "I'll send you back to heaven first!" Bai Lang fought fiercely with the man, this man's palm was powerful, his palm was broad, his moves were excellent, and his combat experience seemed to be extremely rich - he blocked almost every blow of Bai Lang.