Seeing that Wei Xiaoxiao's guard turned around and fled, Don't have time to think about why he was here, he had already snatched a wrist-dissolving knife from Meng Xiaobai's waist, and threw it at the man with shaking hands. With a scream, the sharp knife burst out, and the hilt slammed into the back of the man's head, causing the man's upper body to suddenly lean forward, foaming at the mouth and falling to the ground.

"Well, my young lady personally came to the door to kick the hall, who dares to escape?

Who dares to leave? If the Heavenly Demon doesn't come forward, you will all die!"

Beg glared at the martial arts hall disciples in front of him and scolded him sharply. Zhao Chen's eyes were extremely bright, and seeing that Beqi had specially knocked out the person, he hurriedly rushed forward with a group of wolf-like guards, and scattered the martial arts disciples who were blocking in front of him, and tied the guard and several retinues around him to Beqi's side.

The few men who were with the guards struggled and roared, but they were shouted by Zhao Chensin, and they were beaten with a random stick, causing these people to have blue noses and swollen faces, and they only knew that they were screaming in pain, and they no longer dared to scold loudly. The spies of the Wind Patrol Division were very fast, they rushed up and tied the joints of the hands and feet of these people with ox tendon ropes, and blocked their mouths with strips of foul smell cloth that they had taken out of nowhere, and carried them directly to the back.

Several martial arts hall instructors rushed out, and they pointed at Beg and shouted: "Presumptuous, this is our hall master and distinguished guest, what are you kidnapping him for? Release people, release people quickly, children, surround this group of guys who don't know whether they are dead or alive." With the reprimand of these teachings, a large group of martial arts hall disciples pulled out their weapons one after another, or the stone locks and wooden sticks that they had started with their hands, and slowly hoarded them into a circle, surrounding Beqi and the others in the square.

On the wall of the Shijia Pavilion, there are gradually lively warriors. These warriors who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic are either sitting on the wall, or lying on the wall, giggling and pointing to this side. Some people even blew a sharp whistle and pointed to this side and cursed loudly:

"The bad breed of the Shijia Pavilion, people are here to kick the hall, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, they do it with real knives and guns one by one, are there more people and fewer bullies?"

Beg laughed loudly, he laughed loudly, and bowed his hand to the warriors who were watching the excitement on the wall, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your righteous words! Today, our young lady has taken a fancy to the foundation of the Shijia Pavilion, and brought her brothers to kick the hall to grab the scene, and please be a witness, if we beat down the Shitian Demon today, this Shijia Pavilion is our family!"

Many warriors on the wall burst into laughter, echoing the clamor of Beggar. Someone came to find the bad luck of the Shijia Pavilion, this is a rare liveliness, these warriors wish they were fighting like a river of blood, so they scolded one after another, scolding Shi Tianmo for being an old turtle with a shrunken head, only knowing how to bully the powerless rangers, and when they encountered the real ruthless horns, they only knew that they shrunk behind and trembled and did not dare to come out to see people.

In this chaos, four of the eight ghost immortals dressed as servants of the good family had already blended into the crowd and sneaked into the backyard of the Shijia Pavilion. Qingtian Bai rì, Lang Lang Qiankun, and the ghost immortal who cultivated the power of the god with the ghost body lost its effect in the lower part of the sun, so they could only take advantage of the chaos in the front court to sneak into the Shijia Pavilion. With their current dress, they are no different from the servants and servants of ordinary large families, but they have not attracted the attention of others.

Beg is still shouting here, biting the so-called rules of the rivers and lakes, and asking the people of the Shijia Pavilion to come forward to fight him. However, the teachings present were all people who could not be masters, they just ordered many disciples to form a huge circular encirclement to surround everyone, constantly compressing the space of everyone, but they did not dare to beg for words, they were not qualified to decide the future of the Shijia Pavilion at all.

There was a loud noise of whistles all around, and the warriors who watched the excitement became more and more noisy. The masters of the Shijia Pavilion did not appear, and nearly 3,000 martial artists who came to the door to kick the hall were shortlisted, which was a big handle. If it spreads, the reputation of the Shijia Pavilion will be stinky, and these warriors will wantonly shout and scold, and the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the Shitian Demon will be greeted.

Just when the atmosphere was getting more and more tense, a high-pitched long whistle suddenly came from the courtyard of the Shijia Pavilion. A deep and powerful voice suddenly rose in the long whistle: "Who is the junior so presumptuous? Dare to come to the Shijia Pavilion to cause trouble? A group of incompetent people, don't get out of the way quickly!"

In the end, the word "get out of the way" 7 was like a muffled thunder roaring, and nearly a thousand warriors who were lying or standing on the wall exclaimed at the same time, and blood spurted out of everyone's ears.

With the sound of scolding, a group of more than 20 men wearing black sè robes and sè weapons hanging from their waists, and they were full of spirit, led by an old man, slowly walked out of the hall at the end of the square. The many martial arts hall instructors present suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and they all smiled and said, "The young hall master is here, we are relieved." The young hall master is well, well!"

Shi Wuji, the only son of Shi Tian Demon, a master of the congenital god realm, enjoys a good reputation in the martial arts world of Jidu. After all, it is already extremely difficult for a martial artist who has no door or household to cultivate to the innate realm, let alone break through the innate realm and advance to a higher stage.

Unless the disciples of the thirteen sects of the Immortal Dao of the Great Yan Dynasty have a perfect cultivation inheritance and a spiritual root endowment that is more suitable for cultivation, it is almost a thing for ordinary martial artists to cultivate to the advanced stage of the innate realm.

As a martial artist, Shi Tian Demon has cultivated to the peak of the innate fetal breath in the legend, and Shi Wujian has also reached the innate god realm, and the cultivation of this father and son is already an absolute top grandmaster-level figure in the rivers and lakes of the Great Yan Dynasty. Therefore, as soon as he saw Shi Wujian appear, many of the disciples of the martial arts hall scattered one after another, and lined up in a neat line on the left and right sides of the square, no longer the tense appearance just now.

Shi Wuji's stature is not high, that is, he is about six feet tall, with a clean and thin body, white hair and white beard, and a bun tied on his head with a red rope, which is said to be the age of 100 years old, but Shi Wuji's face is oily and smooth like a young man, and the so-called crane hair and childish face is his appearance. He wore a black robe with wide robes and large sleeves, and a long sword almost the same height as his figure hung from his waist, and he came to Beg steadily with three swaying steps.

Glancing disdainfully, he covered up all his breath with the secret method of stealing the scriptures, and the exposed internal force fluctuations were just begging for the innate cultivation realm, and Shi Wujian shook his head. Squinted at Princess Yanle, Princess Yanle's five sè divine light was concentrated in her body, and she was chaotic, and her breath was obscure and imperceptible. Shi Wujian could barely sense that Princess Yanle probably also had an innate cultivation realm or a higher cultivation, but that's all.

Snorted coldly, Shi Wujian shouted in a low voice:

"It's you who injured the disciples of my Shijia Pavilion, just you, all the entourage guards lost one of their arms, and this little woman stayed in front of my Shijia Pavilion to kneel and bow three rì to atone for her sins, and then generously compensate me for the cost of the decoction and medicine of my injured disciple, and this matter will be over. You young people don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, but fortunately, you came to our Shijia Pavilion, and when you meet a philanthropist like the old man, you will all suffer a lot if you change to any other martial arts hall. ”

Shi Wuji's posture is extremely high, but Don't beg and Princess Yanle don't appreciate it.

Hearing his words, Princess Yanle couldn't help but sneer: "Let Miss Ben kneel down and worship Sanrì to atone for her sins?"

Don't beg is cautious to look up and down. Hey, this is clearly the realm of the innate fetal breath, and it is the pinnacle of the realm of the innate fetal breath.

In particular, Shi Wuji's skin luster is a little wicked, and there is a faint abnormal green sè under the skin, he clearly cultivates some strange cultivation method based on exercising the physical body, where is the legendary martial artist?

The four strange lights flashed in his eyes, and Beg had already seen through the reality of Shi Wuji. If it weren't for the fact that there is such a special practice for cultivating the eyes in the Stealing Sutra, today may have been really concealed by Shi Wuji. His cultivation of the White Spoon Technique is extremely strange, and the true qi in his body is not very strong, but all his strength is concentrated on his **, and the physical strength of Shi Wuji, roughly estimated, almost exceeds that of today's Beg by more than ten times.

Infused his eyes with innate qi, he clearly saw the dazzling dizziness emanating from Shi Wuji's strong **, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

It's no wonder that Jujube would tell Princess Yingchuan that the assassination of Yan Unruly was related to the Shijia Pavilion. Looking at such a situation, where is he a martial artist? Behind him, there is at least an existence equivalent to the thirteen sects of the Great Yan Immortal Dao. It's also a loss to Mu Shou who has been operating in Jidu for so many years, and even Renwang Yan Xianchen has become his apprentice, if it weren't for this, who would have thought that a martial arts hall on Xiongwu Street would dare to assassinate the duke of the dynasty?

With a light sigh, Bei Qi took out a full three hundred jīng product explosion talismans from the storage ring. He threw the flame burst talisman that was firmly bound to Wei with a red rope at Shi Wuji, and Shi Wuji, who reacted very quickly, grabbed the thick stack of 'pieces of paper'.

"What is this? What are you doing for the old man?" Shi Wujian looked at the red rope on his hand, and he couldn't see the flame burst charm in his true face, and looked at Bei Qi in surprise.

He checked this beam of flame bursting talismans, and it was a stack of pieces of paper, and there was no incense and poison on it, not like a secret weapon used to plot against people?

Beg grabbed Princess Yanle's little hand, turned around and ran backwards.

Running out of dozens of zhang away, Don't beg to move, the thick stack of flame talismans in Shi Wuji's hand suddenly exploded.

The flames swept across the area, and Shi Wujian was blown up to the point that black smoke billowed backwards, and the light green sè was viscous like ink, and blood continued to spurt out from his cracked body. The twenty or so innate martial artists behind him didn't even have time to let out a miserable howl, and they were blown to pieces on the spot.

Those martial arts hall disciples who lined up neatly in the square were even more miserable, they were quite far from the center of the explosion, but the three hundred Flame Explosion Talismans exploded together, and the power was simply overbearing to the extreme, almost comparable to the power of the Heavenly Spirit Sect's Jindan Period Human Immortal who drew the top-grade 'Nine Thunder Flame Talisman 7 with all his jīng power. Nearly a thousand martial arts hall disciples were swept up by the shock wave and fell out of the way dozens of feet away.

It's a mess, and there's blood everywhere.

A long roar like a wild beast suddenly sounded from the backyard of the martial arts hall. A hard, cold, emotionless voice came from afar: "Who dares to hurt my child, the doorman?"

The blast of wind tore through the flames generated by the explosion of the Flame Bursting Talisman, and a tall figure appeared in front of Beg with a severely injured Shi Wuji.

The pig's head is still working the code word, and when he saw the monthly pass, he immediately came up and added a child to break out.

Comrades are so powerful.

Pig head asks again, is there a monthly pass?

If you still have a guaranteed monthly pass in hand, hurry up and vote for it, otherwise it will shrink as soon as it passes tomorrow!