Not far away, in the corner, a thin old man also looked anxious, listening to the words of the middle-aged beggar, he couldn't help gritting his teeth and beckoning everyone to run out.

At this moment, a little beggar, about twelve or thirteen years old, who was very strong, rushed in front of the middle-aged beggar and had the courage to crash into the zombie that had come to the front.

"Big cow!" The thin old man and the middle-aged beggar who saw this scene couldn't help but change their faces and hurriedly shouted.

However, it was too late for them to stop them, and only a low collision was heard, and the stout little beggar took several steps back in embarrassment, and fell on his back. What's even more surprising is that the zombie who was beaten by a middle-aged beggar before and didn't take a step back actually staggered back two steps.

"This kid, can a little beggar grow so strong, born with divine power?" Seeing this, the heavenly remnant who raised his eyebrows and his eyes were slightly bright, seeing that the zombie turned to roar towards the little beggar, he couldn't help but move and instantly came to the strong little beggar, and at the same time, a fist with a faint golden light smashed towards the zombie, and the fist lit up with dazzling golden light.

The remnant of the sky bathed in golden light is like a golden-bodied Arhat at this moment. That terrible punch, before it even got close to the zombies, had already made the surrounding space tremble. Then, with a low sound like a drum, the zombie who had been punched by the Heavenly Remnant flew directly out of the ancient temple, and then collapsed in mid-air.

The entire ancient temple was silent, and everyone seemed to freeze their movements and expressions together, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Withdrawing his hand, the heavenly remnant who was covered in golden light faded, only heard a muffled sound behind him, turned around and saw that the sturdy little beggar had knelt down towards him at some point, looking at himself with a pair of big eyes with a fiery taste, and couldn't help but smile lightly at the corner of his mouth: "Boy, do you want to learn from me?"

"Hmm... Think!" the sturdy little beggar nodded hurriedly, and the sound of the urn responded. The slightly deep voice obviously had a hint of immaturity, I am afraid that his actual age should be younger than he looks.

The other beggars also reacted, and they were immediately shocked and excited, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to the heavenly remnants: "Immortals, thank you for saving your life!"

"You... Are you an immortal cultivator?Aren't you an immortal from Qingyunmen?" the middle-aged beggar who was lying on the ground with an injury couldn't help but look at the Heavenly Remnant and asked.

"No, I'm not from Qingyunmen, I'm just a wandering Langzhong," Tianzhuzi shook his head and smiled, looked at the middle-aged beggar and asked casually: "Hong Liu, there are too many people suffering in this world. In the face of demons and wicked people, ordinary people have no power to resist at all. I intend to pass on a skill to you, so that you can lead the beggars and toilers of the world in the future, and help the needy, are you willing?"

When the middle-aged beggar Hong Liu heard this, he groaned slightly, and then reluctantly got up and knelt down to the heavenly remnant and said: "Since the immortals can afford it, I, Hong Liu, swear that in this life, I should take it as my responsibility to help the poor and help the weak, and I will never dare to live up to the generous gifts of the immortals!"

"Okay!" When the Heavenly Remnant heard this, he immediately nodded and smiled with satisfaction, and then smiled and pointed at the center of the Heavenly Remnant's eyebrows: "My kung fu is called the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending, which is not only a strong external palm technique, but also can be practiced from the outside to the inside, and the inner mana can be practiced." If you can practice to the point of perfection, combining inside and outside, the power should not be weaker than that of the immortal spells. ”

This so-called Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending is naturally not the Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending in martial arts, but a cultivation method that integrates martial arts, cultivation of internal breath mana and body refining that has been pondered by the Heavenly Remnant. If you can cultivate to Dacheng, the power is enough to shake the magic weapon, but it is much more powerful than the eighteen palms of dragon descent in martial arts.

...

Unconsciously more than three years have passed, and during this time, there has quietly become a gang composed of beggars in the world, called the beggar gang.

However, whether it is the righteous path or the demon path, they don't care much about this so-called beggar gang, and in their eyes, they are just a force that does not enter the stream.

The night is deep, the cold wind is howling, mixed with the cold rain, sweeping this side of the world...

At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, outside Caomiao Village, a figure suddenly appeared at some point, he was dressed in a simple green robe, and his hair was scattered and casually draped behind his shoulders. Under the reflection of the lightning, you can see that he has a tough temperament between his eyebrows, although his figure is quite strong, but his face is a little thin, he looks like he is in his thirties, and he has no beard.

His eyes were deep, step by step as if he had shrunk into inches, and the wind and rain in the night around him seemed to be avoiding him, and he walked through the wind and rain, but not a drop of rain touched him.

Under a pine tree not far from the Grass Temple, the man in the green robe who came here looked at the two plainly dressed children about ten years old who were lying quietly on the ground and sleeping, his eyes flashed slightly, and he turned to look in the direction of the Grass Temple Village.

"Kill.. Slay.. Kill them all.." A low roar came into my ears, and as soon as I got close to the village, I saw an old monk at the entrance of the village with red eyes and a thick body of anger, stumbling towards the village.

The blue-robed man who squinted at the old monk entering Caomiao Village did not make any move, but slowly closed his eyes with a flash of light in his eyes.

The mad demon killed the old monk in the village, and suddenly his whole body stiffened, and after only a few breaths, he waved his hands and closed his eyes and walked straight through the village from the other side of the village with his eyes closed, as if he was sleepwalking.

When he left the village, several figures suddenly flew out of the darkness, and when he approached the old monk, he spilled some liquid in a gourd, drenching the old monk's body, and the rich bloody aura spread, and it was blood.

"Let's go!" The few people who let the old monk sleepwalk away quickly entered the village.

At the same time, the doors of the houses in the village were broken, but the strange thing was that the villagers inside seemed to be sleeping to death, and they did not react at all. Under the cover of night, black shadows rushed into the house, carried away the sleeping villagers one by one, and quickly headed towards the entrance of the village.

In the open space at the entrance of Caomiao Village, the hares and pheasants that had already been thrown to the ground at some point were all dead, and they were bloody and a little scary.

The man in a green robe stood aside with his hands in his hands, silently looking at the bloody hares and pheasants.

Figures poured out of the village like a tide, each carrying or holding a villager, and then stopped in the open space on the side of the green-robed man, like a well-trained army, all of them looked extremely respectful to the green-robed man.

"Tianzun!" a sturdy figure who did not carry a person stepped forward and bowed to the blue-robed man, shouting in a fanatical and respectful tone.

The green-robed man who responded indifferently directly ordered: "Send all the villagers to the ancient temple, I will be there soon." ”

"Yes!" The sturdy figure who responded respectfully waved his hand to the others, and suddenly everyone carried or hugged the villagers of Caomiao Village, and quickly disappeared into the wind and rain in the night like a gust of wind.

After they left, the blue-robed man, who had stood quietly and silent for a moment, suddenly waved his hand, and suddenly the bloody hares and pheasants in the open space in front of him turned into large and small, men and women, more than 200 corpses, and the blood flowed like a river.

"Caomiao Village, the story has officially begun," the blue-robed man in the face of those bloody and real corpses couldn't help but murmur to himself.

Instead, the blue-robed man couldn't help but shake his head with a dumb smile: "Tianzun? This Hong Liu, but he can do the whole thing, this title is really..."