Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Haha, Dahuo Maitreya is so insightful!

Although Hong Qigong has white beard and hair, his face is red and full of energy, which shows his extraordinary internal strength.

Zhu Faqing was indeed born with the appearance of a Buddha, just like the Maitreya Buddha statue in the temple came to life. The yellow cassock fluttered close to his fat body, his belly was bulging, and he was matched with a bald head that was half the size of an ordinary person. .

With his tall and sturdy body and leisurely and contented demeanor, he indeed has an arrogant demeanor. He said with a smile: Hong Qigong, the nine-fingered god beggar!

It's the old beggar. Hong Qigong also smiled and nodded.

Qiao Feng and others quickly bowed and saluted: We have met Qi Gong.

Hong Qigong looked at Qiao Feng and said happily: Old beggars already know what's going on with you. Don't worry too much about it. If you are a Khitan or not, you are the leader of my Beggar Clan.

Qiao Feng was stunned and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. The seven-foot-tall man couldn't help but want to cry loudly: Thank you, Qi Gong.

You're welcome. Hong Qigong nodded.

At this time, Hong Riqing and Huang Rong also approached Hong Qigong, and Huang Rong grabbed each other: Master, I finally see you.

You little girl, how come you get together with an unserious guy like him? Hong Qigong asked dotingly.

Huang Rong pouted like a child:

It's not my fault, Master. You always see the dragon but not the end. I've been looking for you for several years and still can't find you. Naturally, I have to turn to my uncle at the critical moment.

Hong Qigong shook his head. There was nothing he could do about Xiao Huang Rong: It seems that it was my teacher's fault.

Hong Qigong, is it over when your master and disciple meet? Zhu Faqing asked.

It's over, it's over. The old beggar was so excited when he saw an acquaintance that he just said a few words. Hong Qigong said calmly.

Zhu Faqing didn't waste any time and asked, What are your plans for today?

What is it? Hong Qigong smiled faintly and pretended to be confused, then his face was startled and his eyes became sharp: It's just a fight!

Zhu Faqing was stunned at first, and then laughed: Okay, okay, Lord Buddha, I have long wanted to see the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of the Beggar Clan, and I just want to learn a lesson today.

Okay, let me show you! Hong Qigong suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes. He slightly bent his left leg, drew a circle with his right palm, and pushed it out flat. It was exactly the Excessive Dragon Has Regret in the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. .

His old man's martial arts cultivation has already reached the state of perfection, his moves are exquisite, and he has acquired the profound and steady skills.

Zhu Faqing's eyes widened, and he felt a powerful infuriating force coming towards his face. He couldn't help but look stunned. He suddenly raised his hand, and his hands turned into hundreds of palm shadows. His cassock was fluttering, and his appearance was extremely powerful.

Bang bang~

Everyone suddenly felt that the earth was shaking, and both sides were in the realm of great masters.

The power can be imagined.

Everyone's faces undoubtedly showed admiration.

Several palms met, and both of them were shocked.

Hong Qigong's palm power increased rapidly, and he slapped thirteen more palms in an instant.

The flying dragon is in the sky!

See the dragon in the field!

…

Dragons fight in the wild!

One palm is as strong as the other, stacked on top of each other, invincible and invincible.

Zhu Faqing was secretly shocked. Hong Qigong has been famous for a long time, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms have been powerful in the martial arts for hundreds of years. They are really exquisite and unparalleled.

However, his face remained as still as water, and he did not move at all.

Good palm technique, let's take a look at my Ten Abodes Mahayana Kung Fu.

Everyone felt a powerful force, squeezing down from all directions, making it difficult for everyone to breathe and causing a dull pain on their skin.

Hong Qigong felt that his internal strength was becoming stiffer, and his internal strength shrank even more.

The first abode is 'Samatha-Vipassana'.

The shadow of Zhu Faqing's palm turned into a punch, as if appearing from an illusion, and turned into a punch that filled the world and hit the front. The amazing strength at the same time created a sucking gravitational force, seeming to pull Hong Qigong towards his body that could shock the world and cry. Send the fist up.

Peng!

Hong Qigong was so shocked that he stumbled back five steps. Zhu Faqing was already following him to kill him, his hands turned into dozens of palm shadows, and he attacked with a force of mercury pouring down the ground.

Murong Fu quickly reminded: The Ten-Resident Mahayana Kung Fu is naturally capable of restraining any inner skill and mental method, which greatly reduces a person's ability to resist. I'm afraid Senior Qi Gong was restrained by him.

That seems to be the case! Hong Riqing didn't know what to do for a while.

Huang Rong asked: What should we do?

Now we can only rely on the large number of people to attack together. Murong Fu said truthfully.

Isn't it good? Everyone looked embarrassed when they heard Murong Fu's words.

Hong Qigong was not defeated and his attack was nothing but a curse.

Secondly, the Song Dynasty is a country of etiquette. On weekdays, before taking action, you must first inform them that there are many people who bully the few, and they can't let go.

Murong Fu was speechless and cursed unceremoniously: The Yuan people are the great enemies of the Song Dynasty. Taking advantage of unpreparedness and entering our country is an invasion.

What's wrong with us taking action to occupy the great cause? Is it possible that you are mentally ill and have been fed into your brains by pedantry?

Brother Murong's words really hit my ears. It's because I didn't think carefully enough. Qiao Feng replied loudly.

When the others saw him speaking, they stopped being reserved and replied loudly: Young Master Murong scolded you well. It's because Meng Lang and I couldn't distinguish the situation.

Brother Qiao, take action, otherwise, Qi Gong and his old man will be injured in a while, and I'm afraid we won't be able to match that Zhu Faqing. Murong Fu said seriously.

Oh? Brother Murong is so powerful that he can fight with us in a group? Qiao Feng was slightly surprised. Murong Fu was so arrogant. A master who could make him so fearful must be extraordinary.

Murong Fu nodded seriously. The only thing he was glad about now was that the Zhu Faqing in front of him had not yet merged with the two pieces of heaven and earth, and had not reached his peak.

Otherwise, I am afraid that all the people present may not be his opponents.

In the original work, if the protagonist had not relied on his strategy, he had suppressed the fifth level of skills and succeeded in a sneak attack.

I'm afraid, it's hard to say who was number one at that time.

All I can say is that this great monk is not ordinary or simple!

Seeing this, Qiao Feng shouted loudly: Everyone in the Beggar Clan, listen to my orders and follow me to kill the enemy!

For some unknown reason, a burst of bold music suddenly sounded in Murong Fu's ears.

Then, Qiao Feng let out a dragon roar and jumped out with golden light all over his body and rushed towards Zhu Faqing.

Murong Fu shook his head and looked at Hong Riqing, saying, Can you take action?

The old man is afraid of dying! Hong Riqing shook his head, looking like he couldn't fight to death.

Murong Fu rolled his eyes at him. This old man was cunning and ruthless. He might have discussed something with Hong Qigong a long time ago: It's okay if you don't go. Keep an eye on those traitors. Also, be careful of the law enforcement elder Bai Shijing.

Haha, go ahead, go ahead, young man, the old beggar has eaten more sand than you have eaten salt. Don't you need to remind me. Hong Riqing waved his hands as if he didn't care.

Ever eaten more sand than I've ever eaten salt?

Why don't I choke you to death!

Murong Fu gave a cold shout, and immediately jumped up on his tiptoes and rushed towards Zhu Faqing.

Haha, Mr. Murong, how about playing with me? Ni Huihui suddenly appeared in front of Murong Fu and smiled charmingly.