Section 4: National Hatred and Family Hatred

"Don't force me, I won't promise you. ”

"I was instructed by the second leader of our Tsing Yi Gang to invite Senior Li out of the mountain, there is a very important matter to ask Senior Li to help, only Senior Li can do this. ”

"I'll say it again, get out of here, or you're welcome!"

"I respect you for being a senior to respect you so much, and I don't even have a knife with me, if Senior Li is obsessed, I can only let Senior Li ascend to Elysium earlier!"

"Hahaha, Li Kaishan died thirty years ago, so why die again!"

Then the big hole sounded:

"Ah!!h

Zhao Fuxin's brothers only felt that they were mixed and hot.

"Hehe, Senior Li's Jiuyang Dafa can only be practiced to the third level, if you only have this kind of skill, I'm afraid that I will ask Qingwen to end up with your life today, hey, if you are not afraid that you will be used by the Jin people, how can we be like this. ”

"Shut up, it was the Han people who ruined my family back then!"

"Senior Li come with me, I will use the head guarantee of Xiang Shang, our Tsing Yi Gang is sincerely willing to cooperate with Senior Li to help Senior Li avenge the revenge of the year and drive the golden dog out of my Great Song Dynasty. ”

"Hahaha, I've heard enough of these words a long time ago, don't talk nonsense, let's see if you can let me go to Elysium!"

Zhao Fuxin's brothers had already cast themselves through the window at this time and saw Uncle Li's whole body flushed, especially between his hands, and suddenly Uncle Li rushed to the man named Qingwen, and said:

"Look at the move!"

At this time, Uncle Li and Qingwen were fighting in one place, and Uncle Li mainly attacked with both hands, sometimes with his palms, sometimes with his fists, while Qingwen blindly dodged.

"Senior Li, if you don't listen to the persuasion of the juniors, the juniors will make a move. ”

"Come on, use your real skills, and let me see the strength of the juniors. ”

At this time, Uncle Li jumped up, arrived on the right side of Qingwen, and his right hand slashed down obliquely into a palm, directly hitting the back of Qingwen's head, and Zhao Fuxin's brothers almost exhaled. Seeing that it was about to hit Qingwen, Qingwen didn't know what kind of body to use, moved behind Uncle Li, and slapped his hands heavily on Uncle Li's back, and Uncle Li squirted out a mouthful of blood donation. Zhao Fuxin was so frightened that he shouted:

"Ahh

"I knew you were eavesdropping outside the window, and I didn't want to hurt anyone's life, but I have my life, and anyone who knows about it will be killed. ”

"Hahaha!!"

Uncle Li, who was seriously injured, laughed.

"Didn't you Tsing Yi Gang say that it is your mission to help the Great Song Dynasty and save the people from fire and water?"

"This..."

Taking advantage of Qingwen's distraction, Uncle Li flew out of the window, picked up Zhao Fuxin and ran to the south of the city.

"Hey, Senior Li's life is not long, those two boys are not from the martial arts and will not make any trouble, so I'll go back and resume my life." ”

After that, Qingwen got up and left, and the small hotel behind him was quite a mess.

The bright moon hangs high, and the crape myrtles in the moonlight dance in the autumn wind, and they can't escape the fate of moving with the wind.