The best waste god

Nangong Haotian also stopped in his tracks, and returned the courtesy: "That's right, I'm next."

Upon hearing this, the young Huazi explained: "Xiaohegou is still more than ten miles away from here. It would take half an hour for an ordinary person to drive cross-country from this place. Please young man go from this place to the point between these two small villages. Then someone will welcome you."

After saying that, he turned around and pointed to two small villages a few miles to the southeast.

Nangong Haotian saw that although the other party's attitude was not very friendly, it was still decent, and his words were measured, so he smiled lightly and said, "Thank you!"

After the words were closed, Nangong Haotian suddenly turned around, unfolded his qinggong, and galloped towards the distance between the two small villages in the direction pointed by the young Huazi.

Nangong Haotian already had a premonition at this time, judging from the young Huazi who showed the way just now and the middle-aged Huazi who left first in the restaurant, this incident may be related to the beggar gang.

"Beggar Gang, Beggar Gang..." Nangong Haotian moved suddenly and nodded, but he suddenly thought of the dead God of Vigor.

Thinking of Vigorously Killing God, Nangong Haotian couldn't help shaking his heart. He didn't know if Vigorously Killing God was a senior of the Beggar Clan or someone with a connection.

He only remembered that among the big figures who besieged the Demon Dragon Slayer King in the past, there was the God of Vigorous Killing, and those other people.

As for the details, appearance and age of those people, as well as their family background, he didn't know.

Of course, Master Fajue and Daoist Wuchen are the top figures in Shaolin Wudang today. Although he doesn't know about it, he also knew a little bit from the memory of Nangong Haotian in his previous life.

For example, the lay disciple of the Emei Sect, the Silver Shirt Swordsman, is a prominent figure known to all women and children.

Thinking of Vigorously Killing God, the most worrying thing in Nangong Haotian's heart may happen. He didn't kill Vigorously Killing God at first, but when Vigorously Killing God died, he was the only one present.

Thinking of this, Nangong Haotian frowned slightly, he knew that Situ Meng would not defend him.

All she saw was Nangong Haotian alone there, not to mention that he accidentally missed and shocked Situ Meng until he vomited blood. It's fine if you don't slander him.

At the moment when Nangong Haotian was thinking about it, a heavy shout suddenly sounded in front of him, and said, "Is the young man from Nangong coming in front?"

Nangong Haotian hurriedly raised his head to see that there was already a ridge line of wormwood stretching tens of feet ahead, and the man said in a deep voice, "Young man, please turn slightly to the south, the highest place will be there."

Nangong Haotian didn't say anything, and continued to spread out his movements, flying tens of meters in an instant, towards a place with a higher ridge line.

Before Nangong Haotian arrived at Heti, he had already heard some people arguing in the river ditch, and the tone seemed very unfriendly.

"It seems that there will inevitably be some casualties today!" Nangong Haotian touched his nose, bowed his head and said to himself, he is not a good person, people will not offend me, I will not offend others, if people offend me, he will try his best to peel off his skin, This is Nangong Haotian's style, he has never been a magnanimous person.

After crossing the shoulder-high wormwood and boarding the river bank, Nangong Haotian quietly looked up, his eyes lit up, and his two sword eyebrows frowned immediately.

On the sandy ground at the bottom of the river that has dried up for many years, on one side stood four Huazi, the middle-aged Confucian scholar and two rough and strong men who were invited by the restaurant just now, and on the other side stood four to fifty people far away. Clearly out of proportion.

Among the four Hanakos, there was the middle-aged Hanako who left in a hurry in the restaurant at that time.

Of the other three Hanakos, one is older with mottled temples, and the other two are mostly in their forties.

The four Huazi, except for the elderly one, each hold a green bamboo dog-beating stick in their hands, which is a phenomenon that they are about to fight with others.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar and two rough and strong men stood seven or eight feet behind the four Huazi, indicating that they were outsiders and did not want to intervene in their disputes for the time being.

On the far side of the river bottom, although there were as many as 50 or [-] people standing, their headscarves, strong clothes, and weapons were all the same.

They are all black scarves and five-treasure heads, black clothes, snow-white double-breasted buttons, and a black and white flower catcher.

What puzzled Nangong Haotian the most was that the weapons used by four, five and one of them, except for their thickness and weight, were all black dragon-headed iron crutches.

Looking at the situation, Nangong Haotian knew that this might be an organized gang, and it might also be an appointment with the Beggar Gang for the purpose of fighting for territory, and they are here today for a showdown.

However, what makes Nangong Haotian puzzled is what does this matter have to do with him?Could it be that he asked himself to collect the corpses for them?

If you want him to come to help punches, I haven't heard of such a method of inviting people.

Besides, the two sides have never met each other before, don't know each other, and don't have enough friendship, so it is impossible to pull people out to work for their lives.

If you say that you have made an appointment with a large group of opponents to come here to duel, and now you find someone who has a suspicion to come here to comment, and you create a dilemma where you are attacked on both sides, and you are killed by the enemy, no one will do such a foolish thing except he is an idiot .

However, there was a ready-made example on the sandy ground at the bottom of the river in front of him. Four old beggars from the beggar gang faced a group of people with black crutches, which made Nangong Haotian a little speechless.

I saw the old beggar who was the leader restrained his anger pleadingly: "Master You, my old beggar will say it again, although this place is the territory of your gang, we are only here to point out one thing. Go right now."

Among the forty or fifty strong men holding black crutches, someone suddenly snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "No, we agreed at the beginning, you are not allowed to cross our small river ditch, and our Longguai gang will not enter you. city."

Due to the long distance and the fact that the other party was dressed in black, Nangong Haotian realized that the person speaking was a mighty man with a lion nose, sea mouth and beard.

The man seemed to be in his forties, with a very burly figure. He didn't wear a turban on his head, but a five-fifth part. You Bangzhu in the old beggar's mouth.

When Nangong Haotian heard their conversation, he immediately understood what was going on. It turned out that the two parties had a rift for a long time.

However, the most puzzling thing is how the members of the Longguai Gang knew that the old beggars in the city were going to this place to solve the problem.