When the moon is in the sky, the evening breeze at night blows gently, and the waveless Dongting Lake is shining with wisps of light under the bright moon. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info a small island in the sea of giant mountains, towering in this Dongting Lake.

At this moment, the beggar disciple who saw Hong Qigong's figure suddenly looked shocked, and the previous sadness was gone at this moment, and there was only the joy that flowed from the bottom of his heart. The gang leader who made the beggar gang stand tall in the rivers and lakes once again already exists, and the shadow left by Zhao Zhijing before was replaced by Hong Qigong's figure at this moment, but the different Zhao Zhijing left behind fear and powerlessness, while Hong Qigong gave light and hope.

Hong Qigong, who was holding a jasper bamboo cane, swept his eyes at the beggar gang disciples standing at this time, his bright eyes were shining with wisps of golden light, and an invisible majesty condensed on Hong Qigong's body, feeling this majesty of the beggar gang disciples, those eyes were not sad, but full of pride. This somewhat heavy pressure spread at this moment, and the eyes of the beggar disciples were full of reverence, and they fell straight on Hong Qigong's body.

Suppressing the excitement in their hearts, the four of Lu Youjiao glanced at each other at this moment, and immediately nodded one after another. The next moment, he already shouted and said: "See the gang leader, the disciples and others have insulted the reputation of the beggar gang, and I hope that the gang leader will be punished!" The huge voice was still echoing, and I saw that only three figures were still standing in this Junshan that was full of people at this moment.

Those beggar gang disciples who were excited in their hearts had already knelt on the ground at this moment to pay homage to their helper, the world-famous Northern Beggar, Hong Qigong, although he knew that Hong Qigong didn't pay attention to these red tapes. But today is different from the past, and the beggar gang disciples who were excited in their hearts spontaneously knelt on the ground at this moment, making Hong Qigong's figure extremely huge at this moment, just like a giant god in the sky.

When the bright moon was in the sky, one by one the big stars hung in the sky, and the glow emitted by this exuded made the shadows of Zhao Zhijing, Hong Qigong and Yang Kang grow long, and their eyes swept away the beggars who were already kneeling on the ground at this time, and the flame that had just ignited in Yang Kang's heart at this moment had been extinguished at this moment. Tonight's Yang Kang's mood can be described as a big ups and downs. The moment he ascended to the leader of the beggar gang, the person he didn't want to see appeared in front of his eyes.

That white figure is simply his own inner demon, he has no chance of winning in front of him, the moment he sees that figure, his excitement to ascend the throne of the beggar gang leader is like a burning flame that is suddenly frozen, and the cold in his heart is bitterly cold.

Subsequently, under his own efforts, the spirit and spirit of the disciples of the beggar gang who had been dispersed condensed with him, and he did not want the general trend of this crowd to condense, and he did not pose the slightest threat to Zhao Zhijing, and he only managed to restrain the people on this Jun Mountain.

Hong Qigong, who came later, suddenly extinguished the glimmer of hope he still had, and at this time, Yang Kang only had despair in his heart, and his originally bright eyes became gray at this moment, without the slightest brilliance, as if he was just a walking corpse at this moment, and the soul in his body no longer existed.

Under the moonlight, Hong Qigong, who was holding a jasper bamboo cane, stood straight, and the bamboo cane in his hand suddenly waved, and suddenly the wisps of turquoise brilliance suddenly flashed, and the handsome face of Yang Kang, who was standing suddenly, suddenly appeared with green tendons, as if there was pain from the soul in his body at this moment, and the piercing pain seemed to tear his soul apart.

Not to mention Yang Kang, who had already fallen to the ground in pain at this time, and Hong Qigong, who had retracted the divine light in his eyes. The broad palm was filled with wisps of golden light, and the domineering and abnormal dragon descending true qi in the body suddenly operated at this moment, like a galloping horse galloping through the meridians, as if it was going to destroy all the obstacles that stood in the way.

The golden palm seemed to be the size of a fan, and Hong Qigong under the moonlight suddenly swung out his palm. The movement of the palm of the hand clearly fell into the eyes of everyone, like a moving snail, without the slightest surprise. When everyone didn't know why, Zhao Zhijing, who had an indifferent face, suddenly showed a trace of interest and a trace of grim color.

At this moment, the palm of Hong Qigong's hand that fell into Zhao Zhijing's eyes seemed to be pushing a world, or a huge star. The breath that emanates already has an innate charm, and in the diffuse golden energy, there is already a wisp of heaven and earth aura, obviously Hong Qigong at this moment is already a half-step congenital, if he does not step into the innate realm within a few years, then his life will only end like this.

Between the lightning and flint, the divine light in Zhao Zhijing's eyes suddenly swept over Hong Qigong's arm that was exposed outside his sleeves, and he saw that the green tendons were knotted in it like a dragon and a snake, and a breath of strength emanated from his arm. Zhao Zhijing, who was a little clear in his heart, suddenly thought: "In this world, people who become famous are all people who practice qi, and only the true qi in their own body is the most precious." But there is one exception, and that is Hong Qigong!"

"The eighteen palms of the dragon descending are the mastery of the beggar gang, although there are a few tricks lost in the river of history, but Hong Qigong has already made up for it and created the eighteen palms of the dragon that are most suitable for him. This fierce palm technique can be described as an alternative among the famous masters in the rivers and lakes. As an external skill to practice the eighteen palms of the dragon, only by tempering his body to a certain extent, will he produce true qi in the body, so how can Hong Qigong, who has cultivated this skill to the extreme, forget the hypnosis of his body, as the cultivation becomes deeper and deeper, the tempering of the body does not stop for a day, and Zhao Zhijing is not panicked. ”

Zhao Zhijing, who thought about it in his heart, looked at Hong Qigong at this time, with a trace of expectation in his eyes, this world-famous beggar will step into the innate realm like himself at any time, as for how far he can go, it only depends on his own will and luck.

Zhao Zhijing has a lot of thoughts in his heart, but no one knows how fast the speed of thinking is, and people in Buddhism believe that the speed of the heart is the fastest speed in the world. Zhao Zhijing, who knew it in his heart, saw that Hong Qigong's palm was only half waved out at this time, and at this moment, a shocking dragon roar sounded. A golden dragon shadow suddenly rushed out from Hong Qigong's figure.

In the long whistle, it turned into a round of golden divine yang floating in the air, and the next moment it suddenly exploded, turning into wisps of golden rain, and without a sound, it had already submerged into the bodies of the disciples of the beggar gang, dissolving the mark sealed by Zhao Zhijing in his meridians. Suddenly, the faces of those beggar disciples who were originally a little pale turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye. (To be continued.) )