The heroes had all heard the name of Li Bingyu's 'Thousand Miles of Warblers', but most of them had never seen a real person, so they were in an uproar, and Li Bingyu's silver bell-like voice said: "Gang Leader Zhao, the old body is just a killer!"

Zhao Hongyun was speechless for a moment, snorted coldly, and looked at Li Benlei coldly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Previously, after Li Benlei and others saw Ren Piaoping and others' ships split into pieces and leave at the west gate of Nanjing, they had been lurking in Nanjing City to practice martial arts, in order to be able to have a plan today, and as soon as they entered the river by boat today, they met Zhao Hongyun and others, in order to get the manufacturing drawings of the 'meteor rocket', they even launched an interception of Zhao Hongyun.

Li Benlei was in front of the heroes, and it was not good for him to intercept and snatch the manufacturing drawings of the 'Meteor Rocket', so Li Benlei didn't say a word, nodded at the Master and Yun Zhongge, and slowly walked towards Yan Batian.

Since Li Benlei appeared, Xiao Jin's eyebrows seemed to be a little hesitant, and at this moment he suddenly shouted: "Master, where have you been to the old man these days? Let the apprentice find it easily!"

Li Benlei didn't look back, and said casually: "You didn't forget the master!" When the words fell, he was already standing three feet in front of Yan Batian, and said: "The second son has also come to the Central Plains, why don't you say hello?" so that the old man can pick up the wind and wash the dust for you!"

Yan Batian laughed dryly, hugged his fists and said: "Thank you old man, I Yan Batian still want to live for two more days!"

Li Benlei smiled, coughed, and said, "Where is the second son, there are still people in this world who want the life of the second son?" Suddenly looked Yan Batian up and down again, and said: "When did the second son become an Oriental?"

Yan Batian's snow-white face with capillaries a touch of embarrassment quickly rose, and before he could answer, Futian on the side said proudly: "Oriental people are better than Middle-earth people!"

Fukuda's words aroused the anger of the crowd, and they all said: "What?" "How can the country of projectiles be compared with my great power!" "Oriental Japanese Invaders!" "......"

Tanaka Masaken glared at Futian fiercely, looked around at the heroes, and said, "Everyone, the old man and the others are here today to participate in the martial arts exchange between China, Japan and North Korea twenty-eight years after the agreement of Han Xiaozi's predecessors, not to discuss the advantages and disadvantages of human races," he looked up at the sky as he spoke, and said: "It's noon now, why haven't you seen Han Xiaozi's predecessors appear?"

Tanaka Massaken's change of topic immediately reminded everyone why they came to Bailuzhou today, and immediately the group said: "Yes! Why haven't you seen Han Xiaozi's predecessors?" "In my opinion, Han Xiaozi's predecessors are long gone!" "Yes, yes, yes, but I heard that Ren Wandering seems to be the heir of Han Xiaozi's mantle, and he will always come!" "Why don't you see the representatives of the Korean people?" "Yes, who are our Chinese representatives?" "......"

Yun Zhongge, Master Forget Worries, Master Zhicheng and others couldn't help but look at Master Zhifang, and Master Zhifang suddenly danced and shouted, "Who is Han Xiaozi?"

Master Zhicheng shook his head helplessly and said: "Senior Brother Abbot, ......" At this time, the old man of Longmen rolled his eyes and smiled, and suddenly said: "Han Xiaozi's predecessor is a martial artist in the world, has the master really forgotten?"

Master Zhiyuan seemed to be stunned, scratched his head and meditated, and suddenly rushed towards the old man of Longmen, shouting: "You are Han Xiaozi, right! Okay, now I will defeat you, I will be the first in the world, I am the first in the world!" As he spoke, he crossed his palms in front of his chest and pushed out a puff of fiery red qi with his backhand, and rushed towards the old man of Longmen.

Everyone didn't seem to expect that Master Zhifang would suddenly make a move at the old man of Longmen, and the sinister smile on the old man's face seemed to be thicker, and he laughed and said, "Twenty-five years later, you are still so impatient!" The palms of the two palms were staggered and rubbed out of a crystal clear bowl-sized sphere like a dream, and thousands of wisps of true qi in the sphere walked gracefully, just like a naughty child blowing bubbles in the air in the sun, and like a colorful dragon ball swallowing a thousand rays of light.

Master Zhiyuan's fiery red qi suddenly flipped and galloped in front of the old man of Longmen, and nine fire dragons were conjured up, surrounding the old man of Longmen's colorful dragon balls, and at the same time shouted in his mouth: "It's fun, it's fun!"

At this moment, the Venerable Master said: "It seems that the monk's 'Vajra Prajna Palm' has been practiced to the ninth level!" Yun Zhongge on the side nodded, and at the same time nodded in confusion: "It's just that this trick of the old man of Longmen is really called Huazi, and it is really a one-time meeting!"

In the eyes of everyone, the colorful dragon balls and the nine fire dragons were tightly intertwined as soon as they met in the air, violently shaking up and down, left and right, and the colorful light in the colorful dragon balls was full of energy, eager to break through the encirclement of the nine fire dragons, and the nine fire dragons were tumbling and jumping around the colorful dragon balls, strangling each line of colorful light. This scene under the sun is beautiful and gorgeous, but they don't know that the master of Zhifang and the old man of Longmen are already engrossed in the fight for life and death, as long as either side is slightly wrong, they will die on the spot.

Tanaka Massaken's sharp eyes were somewhat rippling at the moment, and Shinoh Qingfeng seemed to be thinking about something while watching the battle. Yun Zhongge, who was watching the battle, sighed: "I'm really ashamed, the martial arts of the old man of Longmen are so unfathomable, and the old man Hanako is still brazen and ranks fourth among the nine masters, hey......"

Yunzhongge sighed, but saw that the old man of Longmen suddenly slapped his left palm to his right arm, and his left palm was flipped ninety degrees, and the colorful dragon ball was in full bloom at this moment, and one of the nine fire dragons flew by, and a line of colorful light seemed to be an arrow from the string and went straight to the door of Master Zhiyuan. Master Zhiyuan's eyes flashed, his eyebrows and beards were open, his palms danced a Tai Chi-style aura at the same time, and the fire dragon retreated half a foot at the same time to intercept the line of colorful light, but Master Zhiyuan had a drop of sweat the size of a soybean on his nose at this moment.

The hill of Egret Island is still full of trees and lush, and a few egrets that landed on the top of the trees suddenly flew up, walking about ten feet and resting on a few other trees. Under the tree, a man in black clothes and black cloak, covered in ink, casually watched the fight below the mountain from time to time, but more often he focused on the fiery red-clothed young man beside him.

The young man in red was meditating with all his body and mind, and the eyelashes that were thinner, longer and denser than the girl were even more obvious under his slightly closed eyes at this moment, and his face was filled with youthful vitality that was more sunny than the sun.

Of course, the old man of Longmen saw the drop of sweat hanging on the wing of his nose of Master Zhiyuan at this moment, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he smiled: "How can the master be the best in the world if he has distractions!" At the same time, the left palm slapped on the back of the right palm, and the colorful light of the colorful dragon ball skyrocketed at this moment.

The surging colorful light broke free from the fire dragon's struggling barrier and burst out, like a net made of colorful light towards Master Zhiyuan. Master Zhiyuan's eyes jumped wildly, and the beads of sweat were already chasing straight to the ground, and at the same time as Master Zhiyuan's ten fingers of both hands popped out ten milky white sword qi and shot towards the net of colorful light.