People are in the heavens, starting as Li Xingyun

Chapter 66 Fortunately, I’m not a womanizer

As we all know, the Beggar Gang is a magical sect!

Its origin has long been unknown, but its history is undoubtedly extremely long. The prototype of this gang organization appeared almost soon after the beggar profession emerged.

In this chaotic martial arts world, the Beggar Gang may have lost its title as the largest gang in the world, but that doesn't mean it's not strong enough.

On the contrary, due to the superposition of plots in various world backgrounds, the overall strength and influence of the Beggar Clan has also increased. At its most glorious time, it could even rival top forces such as Wudang Shaolin, and no one dared to underestimate it.

For example, more than twenty years ago, there were three masters of the transformation of gods in the Beggar Clan, namely Hong Qigong, known as the "Nine-fingered Divine Beggar", Ren Ci, the "Benevolent Beggar" known as the chivalrous one, and Qiao Feng's master, Wang Jiantong, the former leader of the Beggar Clan.

Although the three of them are not brothers who grew up together, they have worked together for many years and feel like brothers.

In addition, Hong Qigong and Ren Ci had no interest in power, so the three of them did not hold each other back when they cooperated. Soon, the business of the entire Beggar Clan prospered, reaching a historical peak.

Under their management and control, the Beggar Gang is no longer a loose organization that relies on begging for food. They have their own industry and even their own fields!

As for why there are still disciples in the gang who continue to beg for food, in fact, this behavior is more like completing the check-in task. It is just to inherit the will of the predecessors, and it has mostly symbolic meaning.

For most of the Beggar Clan disciples, this kind of life is already very good. It is infinitely better than the past days of not having enough food and clothing, so they are also willing to obey the orders of Wang Jiantong and the others. Under their leadership, Keep moving forward towards a better future.

However, the good times did not last long. Just five years ago, Ren Ci, who had always been loved by Beggar Clan disciples, passed away suddenly. This upward momentum was poured with cold water, and many plans and strategies were forced to come to an abrupt end. Stop.

At this time, the gang leader Wang Jiantong also had a serious physical problem. It seemed that the serious injury he had suffered in his early years had recurred, and his energy and energy were declining day by day.

Later, he could not even maintain the state of refining qi and becoming a god, and it seemed that his life was about to end.

If not, no matter how outstanding Qiao Feng's talents and abilities were, Wang Jiantong would not have been able to pass on the position of gang leader so early.

It is true that Wang Jiantong's body does not allow him to sit in that seat anymore. He must put down everything and rest in peace, and maybe he can live for a few more years.

But... it was only a few years later. In the third year after Qiao Feng took over as the leader of the Beggar Clan, Wang Jiantong finally lost his battle with the disease and went to be with his old brother Ren Ci.

The old iron triangle of beggars suddenly lost two of them, and Hong Qigong's whole mood was waning.

In addition, his own personality was more laid-back, so when Qiao Feng completely secured his position as the leader of the gang, he also left the Beggar Clan and began to play in the world of Jiuzhou Continent, tasting all kinds of delicacies, and living a happy life.

This time, the reason why he participated in the Apricot Forest Conference was firstly because Qiao Feng wrote a request, and secondly, the deputy gang leader Ma Dayuan had discussed his future under him before, and he was considered an old subordinate with a good personal relationship.

Naturally, Hong Qigong couldn't turn a blind eye to his murder, so he left Peach Blossom Island where his two disciples lived overnight and spent three days arriving at the apricot forest.

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"So, why did things become like this?"

Riding six dragons with one palm, he simultaneously sent out several dragon-shaped qi energy to push back the Grandmaster of Transformation who was stabbed with a sword from the opposite side.

Hong Qigong, who quickly retracted his palm, glanced at Murong Fu who was not far away and was using [Star Movement] to attack the Beggar Clan's dog-beating formation, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Except for Feng'er, none of the young people of the Beggar Clan's generation are worthy of attention." Nangong Ling may be good, but he is still far behind Murong Fu. He can only live by relying on formations. Two moves...

Really, is this how that guy Ren Ci teaches his children? The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are a complete mess. If it continues like this, I am afraid that I will never be able to become a god in this life! "

Hong Qigong sighed a few times, his face full of disappointment and regret.

"You dare to be distracted when fighting with me. Do you really look down on people so much, senior?"

Suddenly, a man's dissatisfied snort came to his ears, and then he saw the man in gray in front of him holding up a simple long sword and slashing towards him.

The dazzling sword light spurted out, tearing the air, and the sound it made was like the roar of a giant beast.

Seeing this, Hong Qigong's expression suddenly became much more serious. He sank his waist, closed his fists and gathered his strength, and launched the "Exalted Dragon with Regret" move towards the face. The roar of the dragon shook the sky, and the palm compressed the air to form an invisible wall of air. .

The swords and palms met, the ultimate fierceness colliding with the ultimate fierceness. Looking from a distance, it was like a hurricane blowing on the ground, with the aftermath sending out in all directions.

Soon, the trees and the ground within the entire apricot forest were shaking violently, and countless leaves washed and fell, as if the forest was screaming in pain.

At the same time, the outcome of the exchange of fire between the two masters was also determined. Hong Qigong still stood on the same spot, motionless, while the sword-wielding man opposite was shaken back dozens of meters away, clutching the long sword. His arms were trembling slightly.

However, before Hong Qigong could take advantage of the victory and pursue his pursuit, a silver iron staff appeared out of nowhere, as if it had penetrated the space and pierced directly into his lower back.

If this was a real deal, let alone the sexual happiness of his lower body, he probably wouldn't even have to think about it for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, the problem was not big. Hong Qigong was not a womanizer... No, it was because Hong Qigong had so much combat experience in his life. It was just a sneak attack. In the blink of an eye, he thought of a way to deal with it.

At that moment, I saw his slightly fat body floating in the wind like a willow branch. His steps were light, producing subtle and mysterious changes that could not be described by any pen and ink. He avoided the silver iron rod that was coming straight at him in an understatement.

Immediately afterwards, the five fingers of his left hand spread out and played continuously on the tip of the iron rod like plucking strings. With a series of crisp knocking sounds, the Gang Qi attached to it was shattered.

Then, with a seemingly casual wave, his right hand swept across the side of the iron staff.

In an instant, the strong master who was carrying out a sneak attack with his staff suddenly felt a soft and irresistible force blowing like a breeze.

Although gentle, it was difficult to resist. The iron staff that had lost its strength was like hitting a ball that was rotating and vibrating at a high speed. It was deflected involuntarily. Not only did the offensive disappear, but it also caused the pain in one's own arm. A sore and numb feeling.

Nine Yin Manual - wave the five strings!
  Hong Qigong succeeded in counterattacking, and was about to take advantage of the situation to seriously injure the opponent, but then he didn't expect that the other person also stabbed him with a slightly shorter iron rod in his other hand.

Zhiyang Zhigang's energy burst out from the tip of the iron staff, turning into a red beam of light three fingers thick, easily defeating Hong Qigong's palm strike.

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