"Don't be afraid, uncle, we're here to save you!!"

Small machine !!???

Everyone was stunned, and after a long time, Qiu Chuji and Guo Jing seemed to react, and their faces instantly became quite strange.

Who is Nima calling, is Qiu doing the machine!!???

Qiu Chuji wants to cry without tears, what kind of name is this! I have lived for more than 70 years and is well-known in the Central Plains, but I am actually not guaranteed to be in the late season, and I was given such a nickname.

Guo Jing is also powerless to complain, but he is not Zhao Lang's master, and he is helpless against Zhao Lang, and he is full of grievances and faces Darba.

Reluctant to smoke Zhao Lang, are you reluctant to smoke you, a big old man who looks like his father doesn't love his mother?

Obviously, although Guo Da is honest, he also knows the method of transferring anger and venting his anger, and he is quite skilled in using it, it is estimated that Guo Fu, the unlucky girl, and Huang Rong, the housekeeper, have made him angry before.

Darba is miserable, to be honest, he doesn't have any subtle moves, just a strong advantage, one force to drop ten times, vigorously produce miracles, with the supreme force to descend the magic pestle method simple and rough characteristics, this can suppress the Qiu Ji in a short time.

However, no matter how strong he Darba is, can he still be bigger than the Golden Wheel Dharma King of the Nine-Layer Dragon Elephant?

Even the Golden Wheel Dharma King couldn't suppress Guo Jing in a hard encounter, and Darba wanted to deal with Guo Jing, let alone be naïve.

Bang!

After dodging several times and finding out the details of Darba, Guo Jing slammed his hand and struck Darba in the abdomen with a palm, knocking him back.

After repelling Darba, Guo Jing didn't want to say anything to Zhao Lang anymore, he just hoped that he could stop a little, let himself finish Yang Guo's affairs as soon as possible, and take Zhao Lang away.

Guo Jing walked in front of Qiu Chuji and bowed down to greet him: "Meet Daoist Qiu!"

When Qiu Chuji saw Guo Jing, his face immediately showed great joy, and he even forgot about the previous 'small machine': "Oh! It's Jing'er! Jing'er, with you today, my Quanzhen Sect can finally rest easy." ”

On the side, Huo Du, who was holding an iron fan, smiled coldly and snorted: "If you want to rest easy, see if you can pass my level!"

With that, he shook his folding fan and attacked Guo Jing.

"To deal with you, I don't need my father," Zhao Lang smiled coldly, his body moved slightly, and he stopped between Huo Du and Guo Jing, with the stick and sword on his back, he had already made a move, and the 'beating dog head' in the dog stick method was aimed at Huo Du, "Hit the dog's head, hit it is your head!!"

"Little rabbit cub who can't measure himself, you are looking for death!" Huo Du snorted coldly, and did not accept the moves in his hand, and changed slightly, and he had changed from attacking Guo Jing to attacking Zhao Lang.

Bang!

After all, Huo Du has been cultivating for a long time, and now he has opened up the five Qi Sutras, the sixth Qi Sutra has been loosened, and he is about to become a first-class master, and his true qi background is not comparable to Zhao Lang, under the first level, even if Zhao Lang occupies the advantage of weapons, he is still repelled by Huo Du by three steps.

"Hehe, I thought you kid had a lot of ability!" Huo Du shook his folding fan and said with a mocking smile, "It turns out that he can only blow the atmosphere!"

Zhao Lang's hands trembled and numb, and he felt a trace of pressure in his heart, except for Li Mochou, Huo Du was the most powerful opponent he had ever encountered, and fighting against him made Zhao Lang feel a trace of excitement in his heart.

The excitement of meeting your opponent in chess.

"Master, you don't have to interfere, let me come!" With many first-class peerless martial arts and refining them all, Zhao Lang has the confidence to rely on the internal strength of the two Qi Sutras to compete with and even suppress the half-step first-class Huo Du.

The iron rod was horizontal, and Zhao Lang put on a slight posture, which was not any move in the dog-beating stick method, but the most inconspicuous starting style in the basic stick method.

"Since you kid is looking for death, then the prince will fulfill you!" Huo Du smiled coldly, and a sharp blade popped out from the folding fan in his hand, stabbing straight at Zhao Lang.

Huo Du practiced the Mongolian Tantric Skill, which is a mastery of the Wind and Thunder Technique, which can be imagined from the name, this is an exercise with speed as the advantage, and once Huo Du made a move, it was really like a storm and thunder, which was terrifying.

It's just that after Zhao Lang refined Kwai Qianlu, his speed has also improved greatly, and he really doesn't feel scared of Huo Du's wind and thunder skills.

Kui Qian's true anger was agitating under his feet, at this moment, Zhao Lang's speed was no worse than Huo Du's, and in an instant, the iron rod in his hand was already on Huo Du's folding fan.

Huo Du didn't know the root of Zhao Lang at all, and he didn't know how terrible Zhao Lang's entanglement trick was, so he was defenseless, and the iron fan was caught by Zhao Lang.

Once you put it on, it won't be so easy to let go, you know, in the past year, Zhao Lang has not let go of the study of the eight tricks of the stick method.

"Accept your fate!" The iron rod in Zhao Lang's hand flicked, becoming more and more urgent, and he actually drove Huo Du to rotate the iron fan continuously, and he couldn't get out at all.

No matter how Huo Du changed his moves and how he exerted his strength, the iron rod in Zhao Lang's hand was tightly attached to the iron fan, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and he would never leave.

In fact, the mystery of the word wrapping method is one of the supreme essence of the beggar gang stick method, and the so-called dog stick method is the extreme application of the eight tips of the stick method that Hong Qigong said back then.

The predecessor who created the dog stick method back then, by chance, got the inheritance of the eight tips of the stick method, and his talent was amazing, and he comprehended the eight kinds of tricks in the eight tips of the stick method to a very deep realm, and perfected it into a set of systematic martial arts, famous all over the world, which is known as the origin of the first stick method in the world.

Later, there were several generations of helpers, who had some insights from these stick tricks and perfected the dog stick method, which really achieved its status as the first stick method in the world.

Hong Qigong did not pass on the specific moves of Zhao Lang's dog-beating stick method, but first taught the mystery of the word-winding technique, on the one hand, because Zhao Lang was not the leader of the beggar gang, and it was not in accordance with the rules to teach the dog-beating stick method.

On the other hand, it is obvious that he also recognizes Zhao Lang's talent, and intends to let Zhao Lang avoid being influenced by his predecessors and walk out of his own new path, which has great hopes for Zhao Lang.

Obviously, Zhao Lang did not disappoint Hong Qigong, he already had quite amazing attainments in stick technique.

"What kind of demon magic do you make!" Huo Du's face changed slightly, knowing that the other party's understanding of the moves was far beyond his own, but he also reacted quickly, no longer entangled in the moves, and directly let go of the folding fan, pushed horizontally with both palms, surging ten successes, and slapped at Zhao Lang.

Zhao Lang smiled coldly, did not retreat, grabbed the iron fan that Huo Du gave up with his left hand, and at the same time used the iron rod in his right hand to meet Huo Du's palm.

Huo Du's palm with all his strength was naturally not something that Zhao Lang's iron rod could take, and after a few points of palm power, the iron rod flew away and fell on Zhao Lang's shoulder again.

"That's not right!" The moment the palm power with eighty percent of the remaining strength fell on Zhao Lang's shoulder, Huo Du felt that something was very wrong.

Because, the feeling of falling palm is empty, not like the feeling of hitting the ** at all.

The corners of Zhao Lang's mouth hooked slightly, Yinggu's loach skills, but he could compete with the existence of Guo Jing's eighteen palms in his youth, and it would not be a problem to remove Huo Du's palm power.

"It's my turn!" The iron rod was knocked away, and another brush appeared in Zhao Lang's hand at some point, "Beidou Su Sword Technique!"

At this moment, Zhao Lang used the pen as a sword and performed the Beidou Su sword trick.

Stepping on the seven stars, stepping on Tiangang, the body swayed, and in the Yongquan Cave, the dark red Kui Qian's true qi was like a red cloud, and like a red star, it shot out, exerting a strong impetus to Zhao Lang.

Sou!

The white shadow flickered, Zhao Lang stepped on the star, his figure flickered, and when Huo Du reacted, he was already standing in front of him.

And the brush seemed to have been dotted on Huo Du's face.

Zhao Lang is playful, he wants Huo Du's face

Drawing a tortoise !!

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