"Who do you think he is?"

Until Li Xiake left, Yang Tianchun and He Xiaolan were both confused, and they didn't guess Li Xiake's identity in the end.

Yang Tianchun practiced medicine in Wenzhou for many years, and then he was really not used to the illegal behavior of corrupt officials and corrupt officials, so he took a risk and became a thief.

Other thieves have to deliberately step on the plate in order to steal things, but Yang Tianchun stepped on the plate silently and quietly, and did not miss any horses, so if the government wants to investigate from this aspect, it will not be able to find a clue at all.

He is cautious, bold and careful, and has a very good relationship with the local patrol leader Three-Eyed Eye, and the news of the government has never been able to hide from him, so he can prepare the means to deal with it in advance if there is a slight disturbance.

But today, his news is not very well-informed, and he still can't guess the identity of Li Xiake, seeing that Li Xiake left after treating Huang Feihong, Yang Tianchun added three points of worry.

"Big brother, Li Xiake shouldn't be our enemy, if he were an enemy, he would have reported us to the government a long time ago, and besides, we healed his senior brother's leg injury, he can't be ungrateful, right? I don't think he looks like that kind of villain. ”

He Xiaolan saw Yang Tianchun's worried face, and enlightened him: "Listening to Li Xiake's words, I actually appreciate your actions very much, eldest brother, and he shouldn't have malicious intentions towards you." ”

Yang Tianchun waved his hand, slowly sat down in the room, lowered his head and pondered, his fingers couldn't help but tap lightly on the tabletop, and said softly, "Speaking of Li Xiake's senior brother Wu Zuting, I remembered one thing. ”

He said to himself: "I heard people say that three months ago, the monk Yankong rebelled out of Shaolin, and the head of the Shaolin Temple monk Yanwu was ordered to capture Yankong, and finally Yankong was injured in the leg with a trick, and his life and death are unknown. And when Wu Zuting came to our medical center, he was also injured in the leg by gunpowder, hehe, there is no difference between the news of Yanwu's injury for a few days. ”

When Yang Tianchun said this, he suddenly got up and said with a smile: "Wu Zu Ting, Wu Zu Ting, isn't it said that Shaolin Temple is the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism in the world, and the meaning of the origin of martial arts? This Wu Zu Court must be a master of Yanwu!"

His expression relaxed, and he breathed a long sigh of relief: "If he is a master of Yanwu, we will not have a problem, and his junior brother will naturally not be unfavorable to us, no wonder they said that they want to capture and kill the Yankong monk, it turns out that they are all Shaolin disciples." ”

He Xiaolan also breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good, I didn't expect that we also saved a Shaolin monk." Huang Qiying said that he is also a Shaolin disciple, and even if he knows our identity, he will not embarrass us!"

Yang Tianchun looked at Huang Feihong lying on the bed, and said with a smile: "Just because we helped Huang Qiying rescue Huang Feihong, Huang Qiying should not deal with us again." ”

He sighed, "This Huang Qiying is too pedantic, with this time he patrolling the city, let's honestly diagnose and prescribe medicine for people!

Just when they were healing Huang Feihong, Li Xiake had already reached the street, his body suddenly leaped up to the room, suddenly slowed down on the ground, and after walking a distance in the dark night, his ears moved, his body accelerated suddenly, and he shot forward like an arrow, and after a moment he suddenly stood still, looking ahead.

On a street ahead, Huang Qiying was fighting with several masked people, and there were two people lying on the ground, a three-eyed god with a dead catcher, and a woman with half-exposed shoulders wrapped in a bag.

Several masked people who fought with Huang Qiying had good kung fu, their bodies were high and prostrate on the ground, surrounding Huang Qiying in the middle, each of them had two short swords in their hands, one move was insidious and vicious, the move was fatal, and it was extremely ruthless.

Although Huang Qiying is comfortable with these people, but if you don't use a hot hand, if you want to capture them alive, it is still a little difficult, the scene is in a state of stalemate at this time, from time to time someone is kicked away by Huang Qiying, but from time to time someone moves forward to block Huang Qiying's next move, the sound of bang-bang hand-to-hand is endless, and occasionally there are a few muffled snorts.

"Shaolin Kung Fu? You are also Shaolin disciples?"

Huang Qiying, who was fighting with several masked people, shouted loudly, kicked his feet alternately, and instantly kicked the three of them: "Who did you learn kung fu from?

A masked man got up from the ground with his chest covered, looked at Huang Qiying, and said with a flickering gaze: "You use Shaolin Hong Fist? Who are you? Don't spoil our good deeds!"

Huang Qiying's body rushed forward suddenly: "It's a good thing, you are a flower thief, and you have to kidnap women, Huang is going to clean up the portal for Shaolin today!"

He was no longer merciless this time, his fists and feet were several points heavier than just now, one punch and one foot down, more than one person was knocked away by him, seeing that more than a dozen masked people at the scene were about to be knocked down by him, suddenly there was a sound of breaking the air, and a woman suddenly appeared on top of Huang Qiying's head, holding a long sword, and stabbed Huang Qiying in the head in the air.

Huang Qiying dodged the woman's volley, and kicked out suddenly, hitting the woman in the chest. His kick was extremely powerful, the sword-wielding woman was kicked by him and rolled in the air, howling miserably, and after rolling on the ground a few times, she actually flew away directly, only the voice came from a distance: "What a powerful shadowless foot! Huang Qiying, you wait, Master Yankong will come to you!"

Huang Qiying wanted to chase after this woman, but there were still a few masked people who had been knocked down underground, and she suddenly felt that she was lacking in skills, and she didn't know which one to catch first.

Just as he hesitated, a voice sounded behind him: "Go after that girl, these masked people will be handed over to me!"

Huang Qiying was shocked, he was successful in martial arts, his ears and eyes were clear, and his senses were far beyond ordinary people, but when this voice sounded in his ears, he didn't even feel it in advance, which was unprecedented.

He turned around quickly, and when he turned around, he had already made a defensive posture, for fear that the person behind him would attack him, but after turning around, he found that it was Li Xiake who was standing behind him.

"What are you doing in a daze?

Li Xiake appeared behind Huang Qiying silently, carrying a masked man in one hand, throwing it into the middle of the street, and said to Huang Qiying: "These Shaolin scum, I'm watching, you go and arrest that woman!"

Huang Qiying's pupils shrank, and she glanced around, only to see that the dozen or so masked people who had just done it with themselves were piled up together at some point, forming a small "mountain of people" in the middle of the street, and she didn't even notice it.

His heart was pounding, and his body stumbled and almost fell: "How did he do it?"

Li Xiake glanced at Huang Qiying curiously: "Brother Huang, your face is a little wrong, but you are injured?"

After Huang Qiying came back to her senses, she smiled dryly: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll go and arrest that woman, these people will trouble Brother Li!"

He turned around and leaped up, chasing after the woman who had just escaped, but he was a little absent-minded: "Who is this Li Xiake? What is he doing?"

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