"Ten thousand taels of silver!" Qi Zhong is a big deal, Yu Hongzhi is worth so much money.

"It's not worth it!" Han Yu snorted coldly and leaned the knife in his hand towards Yu Hongzhi's neck.

"Slow!" Qi Zhong shouted, "Fifty thousand taels!"

"Forget it," Han Yu said coldly, "You better save some money to buy a good coffin for this kid!"

"Okay, you say, what conditions?" Qi Zhong finally compromised.

"Originally, I injured Zhou Lingfeng and Liu Kai just now, and I was very reluctant to go, and I wanted to get the antidote to help them once, but unfortunately, you didn't, so I had to think of other ways......"

Qi Zhong held back his anger, "You say!"

"Why don't you do this, you have detoxified everyone present, I think, in this way, I will be evened out with them. ”

"Don't think about it!" Qi Zhong shouted and slapped his palm at Han Yubing. Han Yubing saw it and immediately solved Yu Hongzhi, but when the knife was raised, Yu Hongzhi rolled over when he saw the opportunity, and was shaved on his left shoulder, but fortunately he was wearing a treasure robe and did not hurt his skin.

Han Yubing roared, and his anger was victorious, only to see Qi Zhong's hands red, probably this is his famous skill "Blood Yin Palm". Han Yubing seems to be quite jealous of his palm, the fierce angry knife has no effect under this feminine palm, his offensive can only be based on the hatred knife and the sorrowful knife, but these two knives are far less skilled than the angry knife for Han Yubing, and they are not as good as the angry knife in terms of attack power. In this way, Han Yubing's situation is quite passive.

Shi Taiyan, who was nearby, suddenly broke into the circle, stretched out his left leg, blocked Han Yubing to the side, and pushed him to the side with his left hand, and at the same time slapped Qi Zhong with his right hand, "Why should Brother Qi make a big fuss with juniors!"

Qi Zhong knew that his Blood Yin Palm couldn't get any advantage in front of Shi Taiyan's pure Huoyun Palm, so he had to give up indignantly, "The competition continues, Qiao Gang, with deep internal strength and good at fists, is the fifth disciple to teach me to appear." ”

Qiao Gang stepped out with an arrow, "The subordinates will definitely live up to the high expectations of the manager!" Everyone in the audience looked at it, and there was a strong man, his face was red, his temples were raised, and the muscles on his arms were bulging, this must be a fierce man.

The martial arts of the characters in this Holy Martial Sect are getting higher and higher.

Huaisheng was speechless, and looked at the decent people in the audience, he was also a master, so he naturally saw at a glance that this Qiao Gang was a master, and I was afraid that there would be no opponent for him among these young heroes.

"Uncle Shi......" Lin Xingchi was about to ask for his life to fight, but was stopped by Shi Taiyan, "You are not his opponent." ”

"Uncle Huaisheng, let me come!" It was Liu Kai of the beggar gang who spoke, he was a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, and he still had to call Huaisheng Uncle Shi.

Huai Sheng was silent, this battle could not be ignored, otherwise Qi Zhong would definitely find some excuse to blackmail the disciples of various factions, but how to take it? Liu Kai would never be able to do it, because he was too rigid, and if he did not win, he would die, and he was seriously injured and had just recovered, so there was little chance of victory. In other words, if Liu Kairuo came to power, it was clear that he was going to die.

Just when he was in a dilemma, a voice sounded behind him, "Senior brother, the disciple is willing to take over this battle!"

Huaisheng turned around and saw a little monk standing up from the ground, and couldn't help but smile, "So, there is Senior Brother Lao." ”

The Shaolin disciple walked straight up to Qiao Gang and clasped his hands together, "The little monk Shaolin Temple is cold, and the donor is unlearned." ”

"Qiao has heard Shaolin kung fu for a long time at night, and today is just a good time to ask for advice!" After that, he smashed a fist to the door of the cold lamp, and the cold lamp took a step to the left and bowed his horse, flashing a punch, Qiao Gang became more and more fierce, and his fists were sandwiched with a whistling fist wind, and he continued to attack the cold lamp.

But Han Deng was still unhurried Zama step, and he was punching to defuse the opponent's offensive, although it seemed clumsy, but he didn't get a punch from Qiao Gang.

"If we knew he was here, we wouldn't have to be busy!" Situ Shenjian smiled at Xiao Fei.

Xiao Fei shook his head: "I'm afraid that it's not easy for the 'little fat man' to lose, but it's difficult to win." ”

"Alas," Situ Shenjian sighed, "Who called him a cold lamp!"

Xiao Fei poured himself another glass of wine, raised his head and drank it, "Who would have thought that this little 'Xia Shao League' would actually bring five of our six brothers together here!"

In the stands, Qiao Gang still has the advantage, attacking more than defending. And the cold lamp is still only on the defensive, and a set of Shaolin Temple's most basic "Luohan boxing" has been fought seven times in turn, and he has only not been hit by a punch, and of course he has not hit the opponent's punch.

However, after more than half an hour of hard fighting, Qiao Gang already seemed to have no internal strength, his already red face became more and more red, and the strength suit on his body had already been wet with sweat and clinged to his body.

Qiao Gang shouted violently, gathered all the internal strength of his body into his right fist, and struggled to pounce on the cold lamp, his intention was obvious: success or defeat was decided here.

Han Lantern still walked steadily, and his right fist struck out, taking the punch. Everyone only heard a muffled sound, and the ring seemed to shake a few times, and then Qiao Gang took four steps back, stroking his chest and standing, Han Deng took a step back, and stood up, "Donor, good cultivation, how about this game is a draw?"

"Thank you Master for not hurting!" Qiao just clasped his fists and saluted the cold lamp, and then returned to his team without looking back.

"Master Huaisheng, Qi didn't expect that there would be such a master in Shaolin Temple!" Qi Zhong knew Qiao Gang's ability, and he himself was not much stronger than Qiao Gang. And just now, he saw the gap between Qiao Gang and this young monk, not to mention that this little monk has not shown signs of poisoning, which shows that he has been working hard before, and has spent a lot of internal strength. Thinking of this, Qi Zhong couldn't help but feel jealous of the ancient sect of Shaolin Temple.

"Amitabha," Huaisheng said, "Han Deng is the senior disciple of Lao Gao, that is, the only disciple of my uncle Baili Zen Master. ”

"Immortal Monk's apprentice?!" Qi Zhong was shocked, "It seems that you are prepared!"

"What if you're prepared," Shi Taiyan sneered, "It's not your way yet!"

"Brother Shi," Qi Zhong said, "Regardless of Your Excellency and Master Huaisheng, this Cold Lantern Master alone is probably enough to make Qi return in vain......"

"Haha......" At this time, there was a rough laugh from outside the field, "Brother Qi, when did you become so heroic and short of breath!"

Everyone looked together, only to see an old man in black, about fifty years old, with a ruddy complexion, eyes like torches, and a group of young men and women behind him, but the clothes were different from those of the Central Plains, and most of them were foreigners.

"Oh, it turns out that Mr. Zeng Lu of the Hanging Ice Sect has arrived, and Qi has lost his welcome!" Qi Zhong knew this person.

As soon as the decent people heard "Hanging Ice Sect Zeng Lu", they knew who this person was. The Hanging Ice Sect is a new sect that has risen in the rivers and lakes in recent years, it is very mysterious, and many of its members are the northern Warat people, so the imperial court once suspected that this was the stronghold of the Wara State in the Ming Dynasty, and it has also sent troops to secretly encircle and suppress it many times, but they have returned in vain. The sect is full of masters, but it has always been mysterious, and has never had any dealings or vendettas with any sect on the rivers and lakes, and no one even knows who the sect leader is. And this Zeng Lu is a leader of the Hanging Ice Sect known to the people of the rivers and lakes, he is a Han Chinese, an immortal master who once lived in seclusion in the Taihang Mountain area, he is not involved in the grievances of the rivers and lakes, and no one can tell whether he is evil or not, but he later took refuge in the Hanging Ice Sect. According to the theory of decency, the sects in the world are not righteous and evil, and this Hanging Ice Sect is obviously not decent, so Zeng Zeng Lu is also an evil person. Although he has no notoriety, he is known for his deep city and cunning.

"Haha...... , Brother Qi, Brother Fool happened to lead a cadre of disciples in the sect to wander around this area, I heard that the brother was outnumbered and competed with decent people here, so that Zeng was admired by a good student, and he specially rushed over to cheer with Brother Qi. ”

"In this way, the younger brother has thanked the great brother for his kindness!" With the shrewdness in it, he naturally knew that Zeng Lu would not be so kind, but judging from the current form, it is better not to pick the other party's thorn first.

"Okay, the talents of the Suitable Sect have already shown their powers, and then there will be disciples of the Sect to compete with them!" Zeng Lu smiled, "Hu Gang, you come!"

A man in white bloomed from behind Zeng Lu, but he was dressed as a Han man, with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, and he was heroic, and when he heard him say "yes", he jumped on the stage.

"Come down and take this battle!" Long Yuxuan shouted loudly in the audience, and then another Saint Martial Sect disciple detoxified him.

"In the tomb of Xia Long Yin, Long Yuxuan. "Long Yuxuan came to power and reported to the house first.

Hu Gang was slightly stunned when he heard it, "Hu Gang of Fuhu Villa." ”

The decent people present and the people of the Holy Martial Arts Sect were all shocked: the Hu family of Fuhu Villa can be regarded as a wealthy family, and the family tradition of "Fuhu Boxing Method" is unique in the world, and the "Fuhu Arhat Boxing" of the Shaolin School is more subtle. Shaolin Temple also sent people to confirm it more than once, but they were all defeated. The Hu family has always been low-key and almost never walks around the rivers and lakes. And Hu Gang in front of him is probably the descendant of Hu Zhijian, the contemporary head of the Hu family, but he didn't expect to take refuge in the Hanging Ice Sect. Moreover, he just reported that he said the words "Fuhu Villa", which shows an extremely serious problem: the Hu family is likely to have taken refuge in the Hanging Ice Sect.

"Brother Hu, please!" Long Yuxuan shouted, waved his fist and bullied him, Hu Gang raised his palms to greet him, and the fight between the two was very exciting from the beginning.

Han Yubing on the stage stared at the two of them, and his face gradually became gloomy.

"The dragon shape and the tiger spirit are actually here in the same place!" Xiao Fei upstairs sighed.

"And the phoenix of the Jinghong Gate spreads its wings!" Situ Shen Jian said.

"Shen Jian, I have a hunch......" Xiao Fei said softly.

"What?"

"The matter of Tianhanmen has already begun to take shape, although it is only a scale and a half-clawed ......"