Comprehensive Manga: The Throne of Kings

"Give it to me if you don't want it!"

As soon as Li Yi finished speaking, the two voices sounded almost in no particular order.

Feng Xinglie scratched his head, and looked at Li Yi blankly. He didn't know why he made two voices, but Li Yi ignored Feng Xinglie, and just turned his head slowly, looking to his right side. Then an old beggar appeared.

When Li Yi saw the other party's appearance, he was slightly startled, and thought to himself, wouldn't he be thinking about something?However, when Li Yi saw the green stick in the opponent's hand, the vermilion lacquered jug behind his back, and the index finger missing from his right hand, even if Li Yi felt that it was too nonsense in his heart, he still had to accept the reality that the person who came was the eighteenth generation beggar The leader of the gang and one of the five unique beggars—Hong Qigong!

It is also one of the characters that Li Yi thought of when he watched Beggar Chicken.

"Is the nine-fingered god beggar Hong Qigong here?" Li Yi asked in a deep voice.

"Hey, you little doll actually recognizes the old beggar?" Hong Qigong originally had his eyes on the chicken in his hand, but after hearing Li Yi's question, he looked at Li Yi in surprise and said.

Li Yi took a deep breath. Although he had already guessed the identity of the other party in his heart, it was one thing to guess, but another thing to be recognized by others.

Although Hong Qigong is not a villain in Shooting Condors, it is impossible to determine whether he is an enemy or a friend in this world. After all, Li Yi is not Guo Jing. With the relationship between Huang Rong and Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong will certainly not harm Guo Jing.

But Li Yi is different. He doesn't have any strong backing now. In this situation, if he meets a master of transformation, who knows what will happen?

However, although it is impossible to determine Hong Qigong's camp, he still knows that this old man has a pretty good heart. Apart from gluttony, he has no bad habits, and he is not too keen on fighting. Shot against two strange juniors.

Of course, the premise of everything is not to offend the other party.

"If you want to grab the boss's food, you will die!"

Just when Li Yi was thinking about how to let the two parties leave without conflict, Feng Xinglie suddenly roared, and even took the initiative to attack Hong Qigong without knowing his life or death.

Li Yi's heart skipped a beat, seeing that it was too late to stop Feng Xinglie, his eyes were fixed, and the long knife with an almost destroyed handle came to his hand in an instant, and then he followed closely behind Feng Xinglie, and rushed towards Hong Qigong together .

Seeing this, Hong Qigong didn't react at all, he still looked at the two with a smile, especially admiring Feng Xinglie, when Feng Xinglie came in front of him holding a gun, the five fingers of his left hand, which didn't hold a stick, bent, and the next moment Feng Xinglie actually Strangely, there was a slight pause in the air, and then the body turned and fell to the ground, raising a huge wind/dust.

Li Yi, who followed Feng Xinglie, saw this, his pupils shrank violently, and when he was about to urge him to dodge, it was too late. Li Yi only felt an irresistible force wrapping him, struggling desperately but It didn't work, just when he was about to take the risk with Heavenly Demon Bliss, that force gently lowered him to the ground.

The moment Li Yi's feet landed on the ground, before his body had time to stand still, Hong Qigong had already come to him like a gust of wind, looked at the pheasant in his left hand that he hadn't had time to throw, and said nervously: "My dear, I almost hurt it!" , why are you so impatient, baby?"

After Hong Qigong finished speaking, he sucked his nose hard, and said with a face of enjoyment: "It smells delicious. The old beggar has never smelled such a fragrant chicken. If you think about it, the taste of this chicken is definitely delicious in the world." ..

093 Pheasant for Martial Arts

After saying that, Hong Qigong didn't try to grab the pheasant, but just looked at Li Yi eagerly, his eyes full of longing.

"..."

Li Yi was silent for a while, the original vigilance in his heart was only left with endless sighs at this moment, this is Wujue, a majestic master of transformation!Looking at him now like a poor puppy, wishing he could just throw a bone over.

Faced with such a scene, Li Yi didn't know what to say other than "I don't understand the foodie world"!

"take it!"

Li Yi handed the pheasant to Hong Qigong, as if he heard the sound of something breaking in his heart, he lost interest for a while.

It was a pity that Hong Qigong didn't talk to Li Yi at all. After taking the pheasant, he first took a bite of the chicken's butt/butt, and then chewed with enjoyment while saying vaguely: "Excellent, really excellent, I have eaten it. Only later did I realize that the old beggar’s previous chickens were eaten for nothing, and this one must be nothing compared to chicken dung!”

Hearing Hong Qigong's emotion, the corners of Li Yi's mouth twitched for a while. If he could say that what he ate was chicken manure, he probably could do it.

Gollum!

The familiar sound of saliva sounded, and this time Feng Xinglie looked at Hong Qigong eagerly, with four words in his eyes: I want to eat too!

After Hong Qigong tore off several pieces of meat, he handed Feng Xinglie the half of his chest. He patted Feng Xinglie on the shoulder and said with satisfaction: "Young man, if someone dares to grab food, don't care if he is What kind of strength, you have to work hard with it, and delicious food must be, fate is fart!"

"Of course!"

Hong Qigong's ridiculous remarks made Li Yi's body sway slightly, and Feng Xinglie's affirmative answer made him almost fall down.

"Ruzi can be taught!"

Hong Qigong laughed, and then quickly devoured the remaining pheasant. Even the bones were not willing to throw away, but carefully put them in a bag.

"Aren't you planning to use bones as supper?" Li Yi couldn't look directly at Hong Qigong's behavior, so he couldn't help but rolled his eyes and asked.

Hong Qigong put the bag containing the chicken bones into his bosom, and then he said slowly: "What do you know, little baby? Although this chicken tastes very delicious, the food like pheasant always feels a little inappropriate. Wait for the old beggar to get it. It’s a fat chicken, if you ask someone to help you make it again, the taste will definitely not be inferior to this chicken.”

As he said that, Hong Qigong patted the chicken bones in his arms, and said with a laugh: "And these chicken bones are very important props. As long as there are these things, I believe that person will be able to tell what the chicken is doing!"

Is it for this?

Li Yi felt completely defeated by Hong Qigong. After being silent for a while, he finally said: "Why bother, I'll tell you if you want to know how to do it..."

However, before Li Yi could say anything, Hong Qigong had already interrupted, saying: "Don't say it, don't say it, if you learn your recipe, the karma will be great. The old beggar wants to continue to enjoy himself for a few more years." , I don’t want to get involved in all kinds of disputes so early.”

"Then if you eat my pheasant, it doesn't count as karma?"

Li Yi almost blurted out.

Hong Qigong was very indifferent to this, and after a slight smile, he stroked his beard and said with a smile: "That's not true, the pheasant you cook is indeed a rare delicacy, but it's just a meal, how can it be compared with the feeling of teaching?" In comparison, although the old beggar is very poor, he can still afford the price of a chicken.”

Li Yi nodded slowly when he heard the words, with a little understanding in his heart. In the background of the martial arts world, teaching is not a trivial matter. Although he only taught a dish, since he is learning from others, he must perform the gift of a disciple .

Just like Guo Jing, he had been taught by many people, so he had to treat those people as disciples, just like Ke Zhen'e, he had to make offerings like an ancestor every day, everyone thought it was normal to do this, but once Guo Jing asked Ke Zhen'e to leave, fearing that everyone in the world would poke him in the back.

A thought flashed in Li Yi's mind, and a flash of light flashed in Li Yi's mind. After carefully looking at Hong Qigong for a few times, he narrowed his eyes and said, "What do you always want to use to pay for that pheasant? Let's talk first, money is a thing." Just avoid it, that thing is of no use to people like me."

"Hey, the old beggar you want money doesn't have it yet, but the chicken's reward is easy to talk about, so how about using the old beggar's one-style martial arts?"

As soon as Hong Qigong's words fell, Feng Xinglie's body shook, and he quickly spit out the chicken bone in his mouth, and said loudly to Li Yi: "Just learn from his eighteen long palms!"

Li Yi wasn't surprised that Feng Xinglie would guess Hong Qigong's identity. After all, although this kid is a little silly, his IQ is quite normal. Facing Hong Qigong's distinctive attire, I'm afraid that people from the world with a little knowledge , can easily recognize Hong Qigong's identity.