When the hatch opened, everyone turned around and looked, and the people who poured in, if the stars descended to earth, all kinds of things, all kinds of strange things!

Lu Qianyu looked at them one by one.

The first thing that catches my eye is a bald monk with squinting eyes, wearing straw sandals, wearing a robe, and holding a Zen staff. ”

Beside the old monk, a little girl with a long skirt, clear fat and light powder, and big and clear eyes, she looked around curiously, and murmured, "Hey, are all here?"

Lu Qianyu felt that she was only fifteen or sixteen years old at most, with a cyan long sword in her hand and a pair of white boots embroidered with gold silk at her feet. She is not alone, there are two young women who are dressed in the same costume, also carrying cyan long swords, and the appearance of the fairy makes people can't help but be jealous.

The man carrying the big knife, who was as strong as a buffalo, and whose arms were thicker than Lu Qianyu's calves, stood up, his head almost hit the shed, and he snorted, and one person occupied the place of at least three people, squeezing the ragged clothes, knotted hair, and beggar looking like a beggar next to him.

"I said, friend, can you pay attention and don't stain my clothes?" said a young man in a white robe next to the beggar with a look of disgust, covering his nose.

The beggar looked up, and looked at his face, it was a middle-aged man of forty or fifty years old, with two hilly wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, he smiled awkwardly, remained silent, and took a step forward.

"Everyone, everyone, can you let me go?" a young man in a green shirt appeared outside the cabin, shouting to the big man who resisted the knife, "That big man friend from Lieyangmen, give up a place and let me in, is it okay?"

The man who resisted the knife made a snort like a cow, and went to squeeze the beggar again, and the beggar took another step forward, and the man in white was afraid that the man would squeeze him, so he immediately jumped away and came to the three women with a fairy spirit.

"Dongqiu boy, stay away from my little sister, do you want to take advantage of her?" roared a woman with flowing hair.

These three women, dressed in turns, the youngest one, between the wears, is slightly immature, and the fairy spirit is the most. The one who spoke, with a pair of silver earrings, a jade bracelet on his wrist, his face was slightly condensed, and the one in the back was dressed maturely, generous and decent, and there were no waves between his eyebrows, which seemed to be stable.

"Grandma of Jinwu Valley, how dare I, how dare I!" The man in white made an innocent appearance, so he had to separate from the three women, and came to the beggar again, pulling his nose.

The beggar smiled, lowered his head and straightened the corners of his clothes, and buttoned off a scab.

"Old beggar, you are disgusting. The man in white sighed.

"Brother Dongqiu, don't be surprised, elegance is inside, not outside, where in the world doesn't cause dust?" the old beggar laughed.

"Hey. The man in white said sarcastically: "Are you writing poems with me, now you beggars are so idle?"

The beggar still laughed and did not speak.

"Dongqiu Faction, Jinwu Valley, Baijie Gang, Lieyangmen, Shaolin Faction, this friend who came in later, what kind of gang are you?" Song Baijia's loud voice sounded on the chair.

Then, he carped, turned over, and walked briskly through the crowd to the crowd.

Later, the young man bowed his hand and said with a smile: "In the next, the disciples of the Nanping faction, Nanshan Nan is also." ”

"It turns out that it is, the head of the Nanping faction, the eldest son of Nanyuan!" Song Baijia said happily, "You are all here." Great, with the help of all the heroes, why be afraid of Qiu Ding's bastard?"

"Arrived?" the man in white snorted coldly, "Where are the people from the Lianheng Sect, the Huiji Sect, Tianmen Mountain, the Thirty-six Caves of Yunding, and the Shujian Villa, is it because my eyes are not very good?"

As soon as he heard the thorns in the other party's words, Feng Shaojie was anxious, "This friend, who are you?"

"Dongqiu faction, Dongfang Zhuo is himself!" the man in white raised his head and said loudly. "Which hero are you?"

"Then I advise you to find a Lang Zhong to check your eyes well!" Feng Shaojie said sarcastically. "Feng Shaojie in Lower Tianmen Mountain, Bidongqiu faction has been subjected for a few days!"

"You are from Tianmen Mountain!" Dongfang Zhuo said stunned, "Feng Shaojie, I haven't heard of it." ”

"Then have you heard of the Ten Swordsmanship?" Feng Shaojie was slightly angry.

"Naturally, I heard it and wanted to ask for advice. Dongfang Zhuo said.

"Time is free, why don't we go outside and compare?" Feng Shaojie snorted.

"I can't ask for it. Dongfang Zhuo was about to leave after speaking, turned around and almost hit a Zen staff.

"Two young heroes. At this time, the old monk moved half a step, just blocking Dongfang Zhuo, he performed the Buddha ceremony, and said: "Amitabha, it is better to settle the grievance, the two young heroes, the anger is too great, are you going to burn me, the old monk, alive?"

Lu Qianyu hugged his shoulders and smiled without saying a word. I am very interested in each of these people, especially the three women in the Golden Crow Valley, the beautiful women in the crowd, like standing out from the crowd, the flowers are blooming, and they are particularly pleasing to the eye.

Tian Shouyi stepped forward to mediate the stinky temper of his junior brother, bowed slightly, and had a spring breeze on his face, "Friends of the Dongqiu faction, now is not the time for their own competition, the people of the Demon Flame Sect are about to attack Stone City, the current situation is already clear, we should do our best to unite together to resist the enemy together." ”

"There is some truth in what this brother said, they are all their own brothers, martial arts, there are injuries and anger, I think it is better to be like this, when the people of the Demon Flame Sect are killed, we will compare, who will kill more enemies, what do you think?" the beggar interjected on the side.

Tian Shouyi looked over, and felt a powerful internal qi rushing to his face, lingering on the old beggar's body, so he asked, "Dare to ask the predecessors of the Baijie Gang, and respect the name." ”

"Old, Mu Sanjiang. The old beggar said, clasping his nose.

This indecent act will not shake Tian Shouyi's admiration in the slightest, "It turned out to be the three elders of the Baijie Gang, the sorrowful spring breeze - Mu Sanjiang's seniors, the eldest disciple in the Lower Heaven Gate, Tian Shouyi, the name of Jiuyang's seniors, please accept the worship of the juniors." Saying that, Tian Shouyi pressed Feng Shaojie's shoulder, as soon as Feng Shaojie heard this name, he didn't have to be like this senior brother, and he bent his waist a little more seriously.

When everyone heard this, they all showed a respectful expression and looked at the old beggar in unison

"It's just a name, it doesn't need to be like this. The old beggar laughed.

"Senior, don't be weird just now, don't blame. Dongfang Zhuo apologized again and again, "The younger generation has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, I don't know that the seniors are here, I offended a lot just now, and I also ask the seniors to forgive me for the sake of the innocence of those who don't know in the future." ”

"Young people, it's right to be arrogant, it's okay, it's okay, don't mind, I'm used to being free and free, this kind of sloppiness is naturally annoying. ”

The big man carrying the knife snorted, "On the rivers and lakes, who doesn't know the name of the three elders of the Baijie Gang, who dares to hate you." ”

Dongfang Zhuo lowered his head and turned pale.

What's going on?

Lu Qianyu was surprised, and said in his heart, "What is the origin of this old beggar of the Baijie Gang who can stir up such a big storm?"

It won't be long before the answer is revealed.

Jin Wu Gu, a woman with long hair fluttering, said on the side, "Mu Sanjiang's senior, little girl, Jin Wugu, the second daughter of the valley lord Shangguan Baihui, Shangguan Qingyang, I have seen the old-timers here, and I often hear my mother warn in my ear, there are countless heroes in the rivers and lakes, and the people who can really be called Hao, but Er'er, Mu Sanjiang's predecessors are one, a set of "Spring Breeze and Rain" stick method, superb, invincible all over the world. I didn't expect that even you were transferred to such a small place today, which made the juniors full of confidence in this battle. ”

"It turned out to be a Qingyang girl, the last time I visited the lord of Jinwu Valley Baihui Valley, it was vaguely the old thing twelve years ago, then you were only nine years old, I was fortunate to see the girl at a glance, who knows, time flies, with a flick of the fingers, the young girl in the past, now she is a long and generous girl, it really makes me envious of your mother." Mu Sanjiang said with a smile.

"Haha, God help me, God help me. Song Baijia walked quickly to Mu Sanjiang, changed his previous arrogance and rudeness, and saluted respectfully in front of him, "Mu Sanjiang, in the rivers and lakes, the stick method is the strongest, with your help, wouldn't it be easy to kill Qiu Ding's child?"