Just as Hong Fanyou and Zhen Buben were discussing with sad faces whether to send Gu Feng to beg, suddenly, a series of crisp gongs sounded in their ears. Not far from them, beside a large willow tree, in front of a dilapidated land temple, there were a lot of people gathered in a sparse place.

"Let's go, go over and have a look. Gu Feng's unwilling to be lonely heart began to be "restless" again, and he was thinking hard about how to avoid being sent out to ask for food.

"What does he look at as a blind man?" Seeing that Zhen Buben and Gu Feng, who were so lively, walked over, Hong Fanyou glanced at Su Su and said helplessly.

Su Su helplessly stretched out his hands to her and followed.

I saw a fierce man set up a guy. Stuffed the big cigarette pouch into his waist, hooked the bamboo steel whip on the ground with one foot, and swiped it a few times to make the field bigger.

Put down the steel whip, didn't look around, crossed his waist and recited two sentences: "Kick the heroes of the world, punch the heroes of the five roads!" The big man glanced around, "The ninja (folks) in the house, we are not performing arts; It's okay to be idle now, so I'll play with you for a while. There are those who love to practice, although they come down, Qian Datong can get friends (friends) with martial arts, and those who appreciate face, I will accompany them. Sharpshooter Yan Jun is our master, and his playing skills are very upright (authentic)! Everyone, do you want to come down and play a ha?

He looked at it, and knew that no one dared to come down, his words were hard, but the steel whip was even harder, weighing dozens of catties.

This big man who called himself Qian Datong was a big man, with a sideways face and a pair of big black eyes. The man looked around, and seeing that everyone was silent, he took off his coat, threw the cigarette pouch aside, tightened the deep moon white "hard waist", and killed his stomach.

Qian Datong spat on the palm of his hand and picked up the big knife: "You guys who have played well (friends), let's play it first." Don't practice in vain, after practicing, throw a few with you; if you don't have money, give a good shout and cheer. There's no business here. Okay, get your eyes on it!"

"Isn't this still an artist?" Gu Feng pouted and whispered.

I saw Qian Datong carrying the big knife on his body, because of the strength he lifted, his pair of eyes almost popped out, his face tightened, and his chest bulged high. As soon as he stomped his foot, the big knife was raised horizontally, and the bloody red tassels swung in front of his shoulder. Chopping and chopping, squatting and flashing, hands are windy, and there is a flickering sound.

"This man is truly precious (showmanship). Gu Feng also learned a few words of Shu language, and also gave Su Su and the three of them a treasure.

"Yan Junjide's dart game has been changed into an inn,......" sighed an old man not far from Gu Feng at this time. Fortunately, Gu Feng understood this sentence.

"Big dreams can't wake up. There were people standing in front of them, and the muzzle of the gun was still hot. What is the use of their spears and bows, if they are really successful, it is better, otherwise they will be killed by a bombardment. Jujube red multi-spike dart flag, green shark skin sheath steel knife, ringing string bells and horses, wisdom and black words on the rivers and lakes, righteousness and fame, what is it today. On the other side, an old man who was not too old responded. Gu Feng was a little confused by the words of the two.

"This dart has no food, who didn't know Yan Junji ten years ago. Not now, he put meat on his body, changed the dart board to the inn, and occupied three north rooms in the back courtyard, with a big gun standing in the corner, and a few white pigeons in the yard. It was just that he heard that at night, he closed the door and familiarized himself with his 'Nine Dragons Soul Breaking Spear'. This gun and this set of guns, after several years of work, in Qindong, gave him the five words "Divine Spear Yan Junji", and he has never met an opponent. Now, this gun and this style of marksmanship will no longer grace his victory, but only the touch of this cold, slippery, hard, and shivering pole will make him feel less sad. The old man seemed to know this Yan Junji very well, and he talked about all the gossip he had heard and his own analysis and emotion.

Suddenly, the big knife spun on Qian Datong's right palm, and he bent down, and there was no sound around him, only the tassel bell screamed softly.

Qian Datong brought the big knife over, and "stomped on the mud" fiercely, his body was straight, and he was tall, like a black tower.

After collecting the momentum, Qian Datong glanced around and said, "Everyone!" With a knife in one hand and a waist in the other, Qian Datong's eyes showed a hint of expectation.

Seeing the surrounding audience sparsely throw down a few copper coins, he nodded.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" he waited, waited, and there were still a few bright and thin, round, square-hole copper coins on the ground, and the outer layer of people secretly dispersed.

He sighed, "Nobody understands!" he whispered, but it was like a scream in the middle of the night, sad and alarming—everyone heard it.

"There's kung fu!" replied, a yellow-bearded old man under the big willow tree in the northwest corner.

"Huh?" Qian Datong didn't seem to understand.

"I said, 'You-have--merit-husband!'" the old man's tone was very unpopular.

"The martial arts I have made have been truly taught, but I have been taught by a master. Qian Datong said loudly, his face full of pride.

"An immortal banbandi, this Yan Junji's big buddy Qian Datong - pulling a field in the land temple is also to provoke Yan Junji: if someone is not convinced and finds him, isn't it true that this Yan Junji still shows one or two hands? What is it: Master Yan knocked down a cow with one punch! Master Yan kicked people into the room with a single blow (foot), and he didn't exert much effort! None of them had ever seen such a thing, but as they spoke, they believed it was true. What do you say, there are years and months, there are places, it's true, dare to swear! Ge Lao Tzu farts!" The old man who spoke at the beginning seemed to have some mistreatment with Qian Datong, and was grunting with others at the bottom.

Putting down the big knife, Qian Datong looked northwest with everyone's heads. No one paid any attention to the old man: dry, dressed in a blue coarse cloth coat, with a shriveled face, deep-sunken eyes, and a few thin yellow mustaches on his mouth.

Qian Datong could see at a glance that this old man's cultivation was extraordinary, his brain was bright, and his eyes were bright - although his eye sockets were deep, his eyes were as black as two small wells, and they were shining with black light.

Qian Datong is not afraid: he can see that this person has kung fu, but he believes in his own ability, and he is the number one general under Yan Junji.

"This is a fourth-order master. Zhen Buben whispered in Gu Feng's ear, "This money Datong can't be treasured." ”

"Where are you from?" asked a man who seemed to be wary of outsiders.

"A native of Xingzhou, Great Qin. The old man was expressionless, and replied, "Small place." ”

"Come down and play (play), uncle!" Qian Datong said very decently.

The old man nodded, and went inside. As he walked, the people around him laughed. His arm did not move much, but his left foot stepped forward, and his right foot pulled forward step by step, and his body was straight, as if he had been paralyzed. Rubbing into the middle of the field, he threw his coat on the ground, ignoring how the surrounding laughed at him.

"Apprentice of the spear Yan Junji, what did you say?Okay, let you use the gun, what about me?" the old man was very simple, as if he had long wanted to do it. People went and returned, and all came back, and no matter how much the monkeys played in the neighboring field, it was useless.

"The three-part stick is in the gun, right?" Qian Datong wanted to see that the old man spoke so hard, and the three-part stick was not a guy who could pick it up by anyone.

The old man nodded again and picked up the dick.

Qian Datong stared hard, shaking the gun, his face was very ugly, and there was already cold sweat on his forehead, and the other party seemed to be difficult to deal with.

The old man's black eyes were deeper and smaller, like two incense heads, turning with the flickering tip of the spear in front of him. Qian Datong suddenly felt uncomfortable, and those two black eyes seemed to suck the tip of the gun in!

The four sides have been surrounded by wind and rain, and everyone feels that the old man is indeed extraordinary. In order to avoid the pair of eyes, Qian Datong played a trick.

The old man's yellow beard moved, and he said, "Please!"

Qian Datong grabbed the gun and bowed forward, the tip of the gun went straight to the old man's throat, and the gun took advantage of the situation to make a red spin. He didn't use sword energy, this time it was just a martial arts exchange.

The old man also understood what Qian Datong meant, and his body suddenly became lively. The old man deviated slightly, let go of the tip of the gun, hung the front handle of the three-section stick, and then pushed it to Qian Datong's hand. Bang, bang, two sounds, Qian Datong's gun left his hand. The people outside the stadium shouted hello.

Qian Datong's face and chest were all purple, and he picked up the gun, turned over a flower, rolled over with the gun, and the tip of the gun ran to the middle of the old man.

The old man's eyes were shining black, his legs were bent slightly, the three sticks were under the crotch, and the upper handle was hitting the barrel of the gun that was about to be withdrawn, and the gun fell to the ground again.

There was another colorful sound outside the venue.

"If you are of the same rank, ordinary people are probably not the opponent of this old man. Zhen Buben sighed.

At this time, Qian Datong's forehead couldn't stop sweating, he didn't go to pick up the gun anymore, his eyes were focused, his face was red, and the wood was there.

He has been setting up a stall in the town for some years, relying on the prestige of the Nine Dragons Soul Breaking Gun Yan Junji, no one dares to pick his field within a radius of dozens of miles. Of course, he still has a little bit of ability after getting Master Yan's one-and-a-half-trick formula. But compared to this old man, Qian Datong is still too tender.

I saw that the old man threw down his dick, picked up his coat, and dragged his legs, but now he walked much faster. The coat was on his arm, he came over and patted Qian Datong on the shoulder, and said, "You still have to practice, man!"

"Don't go!" Qian Datong wiped his sweat, "You can do it! Our surname is Qian! But there is one thing, do you dare to meet Master Yan?"

"I'm here just to meet him!" the old man's dry face wrinkled, as if he was smiling, "Let's go, take it, I'll invite you to dinner!"

Qian Datong put his weapons in one place, put them on the other side to play tricks, and accompanied the old man to the outside of the temple. followed by many people, but Qian Datong was angry at this time, so he was scolded and dispersed.

"Your old surname?" asked Qian Datong.

"The surname is Sun. "The old man's words are the same as others, they are so dry," Xingzhou Mojia. ”

"I've thought about it for a long time, and I'm going to see Yan Junji. The old man continued.