Chapter Twenty-Five: Elder Bai

What kind of character is Yang Yi, how can he not know that someone is sneaking up behind him?

When the old man of the beggar gang sneaked attack, amid the exclamations of the onlookers, he sighed slightly, "Why have the children of the beggar gang become what they are now?"

He didn't turn around, his right hand clenched his fist and waved back, and with a "bang", it had already hit the side of the white-haired old beggar's single knife, and his blow had already used the superimposed power, if the white-haired old beggar let go of the single knife, he would not suffer much damage, but in the martial arts, which one would easily give up the blade in his hand? Even though the single knife in the old beggar's hand was shaken, the tiger's mouth had been cracked and bleeding, but he still gritted his teeth and never let go.

Yang Yi turned around and looked at the white-haired old beggar, "Are the people in the beggar gang all hurting people behind their backs now?"

The white-haired old beggar was shocked by Yang Yi's fist, and his internal organs were uncomfortable, at this time, seeing Yang Yi asking, he insisted on not showing the slightest uncomfortable look, and said with a smile: "For the demon sect demons, what are the rules of the rivers and lakes!" Boy, you used tricks to kill Elder Wu, how can my beggar gang spare you?"

The white-haired old beggar, as the nine-bag elder of the beggar gang, has the same smell as Wu Zilong, and is extremely familiar with Wu Zilong's skills, knowing that if it is about the level of kung fu, Wu Zilong can be ranked in the top three of the beggar gang, in addition to the gang leader Shi Huolong, only the eight-armed divine sword Dongfang Bai, who disappeared before, can beat him, that is, he is in a fight with the Heavenly Eagle Sect leader Yin Tianzheng, and he can also fight for hundreds of rounds.

Therefore, seeing that Yang Yi just kicked Wu Zilong to death just now, he couldn't believe what he said. I think it must be because Wu Zilong was careless, and he fell in love with some evil methods of the Demon Sect, so he was killed by this young boy who had not dried up.

But the white-haired old beggar only saw Wu Zilong being killed, but he didn't see the deformed iron rod that Wu Zilong was kicking, if he saw the iron rod that had become a curved ruler, he would definitely not have the courage to sneak attack Yang Yi.

"Oh?"

Yang Yi saw that he said that he had killed Wu Zilong by trickery, and he was not angry. "Dare I ask what your Excellency is called?"

The white-haired old man said, "Old man Bai Ziqiu." As soon as he spoke, he suddenly felt a single knife in his hand shook, and the tip of the knife spontaneously flipped and stabbed into his chest like a living thing. At the same time, a tremendous force emanated from the blade, all the way up the arm, straight to the heart.

Bai Ziqiu was horrified. The left hand slammed into the blade of the single knife that suddenly rebelled, and at the same time, luck worked, and the internal strength from the right arm was confronted.

In the eyes of outsiders, Bai Ziqiu is like a crazy demon, holding a knife in his right hand to commit suicide, while his left hand is fighting with his right hand to prevent a single knife from getting close to his body, as if one of his arms suddenly has a thought and wants to betray and kill the body, which makes people look at it. Surprised, funny, and weird.

Everyone at the scene saw that after Bai Ziqiu's left hand smashed his right hand into the air, his right hand suddenly froze and stood still, his body was also standing still, the white air on his head was rising, but the sleeve of his right arm was slowly bulging.

After a few breaths, Bai Ziqiu's right arm sleeve suddenly exploded, and the cotton sleeve shattered into pieces of flying flotsam. Flying in the wind, he himself took a dozen steps back in succession. Squatting on the ground, gasping for breath, his face turned purple, and he looked frightened.

Others didn't know what was going on with him, but Bai Ziqiu knew that he had really experienced a great danger just now. If you are not careful, you will either be stabbed to death with a single knife, or your heart will be broken and you will die, which is really thrilling.

Bai Ziqiu sat on the ground and looked at Yang Yi with a look of fear in his eyes.

He didn't understand what was going on. But knowing all these strange things, it must have nothing to do with Yang Yi.

Bai Ziqiu originally thought that Wu Zilong died of conspiracy, but when he was frightened by this, he knew that Wu Zilong's death was not unjust, and the young man in front of him was really unfathomable, and it didn't take much energy to kill Wu Zilong.

Looking at Wu Zilong, who fell to the ground and died, and then at the Ming Sect members with fierce faces around him, Bai Ziqiu's heart was cold.

It was only because the gang leader Shi Huolong was seriously ill that several elders who were in charge of the stick and passed on the gong this time were worried about the gang leader's illness and failed to come. Now that Wu Zilong is dead, Bai Ziqiu is not a person with a strong temperament, and he immediately has the idea of returning home, and even the thought of avenging Wu Zilong is light.

Yang Yi saw that his gaze was wandering, so he knew that this person had retreated, smiled, ignored him anymore, and walked towards the Guangming Ding Hall again.

Bai Ziqiu saw that Yang Yi was about to move, thinking that he was going to make a move on himself, he screamed in fright, and kicked the ground with his feet, and his body, which was originally sitting on the ground, was affected by this kick, and slid rapidly on the ground, and after knocking over several beggar gang disciples, he stopped under a big tree. When he stood up against the tree, the buttocks were fluttering, and the rags were waving in the wind, but the clothes on his buttocks had been worn out.

Seeing him like this, Yang Yi smiled dumbly: "Brother, this trick is rare!" and looked at him clinging to the trunk of the tree motionlessly, thinking about it slightly, and couldn't help laughing: "Sticking to the trunk of the tree with a bare ass? I'm afraid only Elder Bai Ziqiubai can do this trick......!"

Everyone thought about it well, Bai Ziqiu's buttocks were ground like this, and he must be bare-bottomed at this time. Thinking of this situation, although he was still fighting, he still couldn't help laughing.

There are even more scathing and mean people in the Five Elements Banner who said in a strange voice: "It turns out that the white character of the old man Bai comes from here! The court shows two white ******, he is not surnamed Bai, and others are embarrassed to fight with him, ahahaha......"

Someone said: "How do you explain the word Ran Ze Ziqiu?"

The bitter man replied: "It must be the old man Bai who likes to show his buttocks in front of the children when the autumn is cool, ahahaha......"

Another human: "It may not be shown in front of children, maybe it is shown in front of women, then maybe!"

The laughter of the Five Elements Banner shook the sky, and suddenly shouted in unison: "Elder Bai, what a white ass!"

Bai Ziqiu blushed, leaned against the tree, and shouted angrily, ", old ...... I'll fight for you!"

Yang Yi looked up to the sky and laughed, and walked towards the Hall of Light.

Seeing the bloody battlefield in front of him, it suddenly became a farce.

After Song Jingang saw Yang Yi's body disappear at the door of the main hall, his expression was whole, and he shouted to the Five Elements Banner: "Form a formation, kill the enemy!"

The hearts of the people of the Five Elements Banner were cold, and several deputy flag envoys looked at each other a few times, knowing that this was not the opportunity for conflicts, and nodded, although Song Jingang was the deputy leader of the Fire Banner, but at this time the dragons were leaderless, since he spoke, everyone would listen to him for a while, and after retreating from the enemy, they would make a plan.

Several of the deputy flag bearers shouted loudly: "Children, form a formation, kill the enemy!"

The laughter of the Five Elements Banner stopped, the formation suddenly reorganized, and more than a dozen disciples held black oil pipes to spray fire oil at the children of the beggar gang, and a few more disciples sprayed corrosive liquid into small gangs such as the Shenquan Gang and the Wuhumen.

The scene immediately became chaotic.

After Yang Yi entered the main hall, his body paused, his eyes narrowed, and he found that the main hall was already full of more than a dozen people, old and young, who were meditating and pranayama in the small hall just now.

Although everyone was still pale at this moment, their qi and blood were fluctuating, but their expressions were extremely excited, as if they had reached some unanimous agreement, seeing Yang Yi enter the main hall, led by the white-eyed eagle king, everyone greeted Yang Yi together.

ps: What, everyone, it's not easy to code words, those who have money hold a money field, those who have tickets hold a ticket field, and those who have no money and no tickets hold a personal field (to be continued.) )