The Retirement of the Demon Lord

"Dangerous, get out!" The person who first spotted the person shouted, and he jumped to the side first.

The other people were half a beat slower, but they were clearly experienced and skilled people. When they looked up and saw the beggar shooting down like a **** with rolling palms, they knew who was slow and who would suffer, and they responded quickly. The Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each showing their gods, leading to the side and dodging.

The beggar slapped several palms in the downward momentum, and included the range of several meters in the attack.

Those people have different levels of Qinggong, and most of them escaped from the most powerful area, but they were still blown away by the powerful Yuwei. Two of them were still able to land smoothly, and the other two couldn't control their bodies and slammed into the ruins and let out a muffled groan.

The two who hit the wall with bad luck are not the worst, one of them is obviously not dexterous enough to run away completely. Although he escaped the range of the heavy palm, he didn't run far. He was covered with the rolling palm force and flying sand, and his clothes were shattered, revealing bulging muscles.

The beggar only knew from the reactions of the crowd that these few were not masters who could easily get rid of them, and he was even more alert at the moment.

The enemy was outnumbered, and the beggar didn't stop. After flying to the ground, he charged forward with a stride, trying to knock down the man who couldn't escape.

"Those clouds don't rain!"

The beggar raised his hands horizontally, one after the other, came to the front and shouted loudly, his palms immediately drew countless palm shadows, and the indomitable momentum was obviously intended to prevent the opponent from dodging the opportunity to be slapped into flesh on the spot!

"It's just right!" Whoever thought that the man didn't step back, just tore off the broken shirt, exposing his dark knotted muscles, bending his knees and swinging his waist, perfectly driving his whole body to slam three punches at the beggar. "Broken Yin Three Punch Fist!"

The fist swung out an incomparably masculine internal force, and while it was rigid and straight, it actually had a penetrating power of three points into the wood.

With just three punches, the beggar's heavy palm was smashed and swept away!

But it's just to resist the beggar's attack. The man's strength was insufficient, and he was pushed back again and again by the force of the wind and rain.

The man's lower plate was extremely stable, and it could be seen that the basic skills of one-handed boxing were very solid. After retreating three steps, he used the strength of the lower plate to resist the palm wind that forced him back. The fists are tucked at the waist, and they are lifted sharply. With a loud shout, strength, energy, and sound are integrated. The naked eye can see that the power of the fists lifts in the air brings explosive vibrations, shaking away the overbearing sand and dust. And palm strength, such as swaying a circle of ice!

When the beggar saw this, he couldn't help but admire... the boxing technique with great strength!

"Eighteen palms to subdue the dragon? Why did the beggars attack us!" The rest of the people had removed their palms and rushed up to surround the beggars.

Failing to take down the opponent with a single blow, the beggar would not be able to make a reckless move. A pair of evil eyes under the brim of his hat looked around silently for a week.

These five people don't look like a group of people, regardless of their appearance or temperament, which makes the beggar feel foggy.

Just now, the man who fought for the first move was not tall, his appearance was ordinary, he had an inch of hair, his skin was dark, and his whole body exuded the imposing aura of a martial artist.

The two on the left, one was wearing a light golden luxury dress, with a golden and white jade crown on his head, with a hint of unruly in his handsome appearance. The other was dressed in a white robe, with a more martial robe style. He also wore a silver white jade crown on his head. He held a folding fan.

The two on the right, a Taoist in plain clothes, with a wooden hairpin **** in a bun, with a little childish facial features, but the one who looks the most friendly here. The other had a dirty appearance and a cold expression. He was wearing a blue brocade robe with exquisite and gorgeous auspicious pictures embroidered on the robe. He had never seen such beautiful clothes before. From the beggar's point of view, this one looks better than the two on the left who look like nobles.

If only the guy in the simple Taoist clothes was there, the beggar could still suspect that it was someone from the Shangqingguan who wanted to do evil. But with such five different kinds of people coming together, it is difficult for beggars to make guesses, and they can only use prestige to rule people.

"Why are you secretly following Mei Qianxiao!" he roared.

It was precisely when the beggar found out that they were following Mei Qianxiao that he secretly followed behind them. When I saw them just now, it seemed that they couldn't hold back and want to shoot. Who knows if these guys are good at hidden weapons, worried that the eyebrows would hang up when they touched it, so they had to shoot in a hurry.

The beggar considers himself to be good at martial arts, and since he walked out of the rivers and lakes, he has never been able to meet any rivals. He didn't take these five in his eyes at first... I didn't expect to encounter hard stubble one after another in Nanjing city, and the first one here is no longer good. To deal with it, I am afraid that he will have to suffer here.

"No money to laugh? Who's name is so unlucky?" said the man dressed in pale gold and luxurious like a royal family.

"You don't know the smiles? Why do you keep following him!" The beggar is not so easily fooled.

"My friend, you misunderstood, we really don't know what Mei Qianxiao is." The Taoist man in plain clothes replied with a smile.

"Don't know?" The beggar began to hesitate when he saw that there were a few people who didn't want to tell such an obvious lie, "Then why are you following that Jinyiwei?"

"You're talking about the Jinyiwei?!" The five of them were amazed at the same time, and looked at each other, with varying degrees of smiles on their faces.

"So you're talking about him... He's called No Money Laugh now, right? It's a really good name, and it fits his temperament!" The noble man covered his stomach and laughed.

The beggars were a little confused. These people said that they didn't know Mei Qianxiao at one time, and then admitted that they knew Mei Qianxiao.

"So you admit to following him?" the beggar asked again, secretly gathering internal strength in his hands, I'm afraid this group of people are playing tricks on him!

"You can say so." The man holding the folding fan said lightly.

"Follow what he says!"

"It has nothing to do with you." The man opened the folding fan with a swoosh, the look on his face that beggars looked at a lot, and that look was when those big families were impatient and wanted to send someone to chase away the beggars.

"I don't know why you want to kill him, but this man is now Hong Qijia from my beggar gang. If you stop now, I promise not to embarrass you again in the future." Be sincere.

Although he Hong Qi just came out of Jianghu not long ago, he is not well-known in Jianghu, but when he heard his surname Hong and he belonged to a beggar gang, one should be able to guess that he has a close relationship with Hong Yigong.

He usually disdains his father's popularity like this, but in order to keep the ruffian Jin Yiwei who was assigned by the emperor to help him, this time he can only lose face. After all, he has no 100% confidence to take down these five people.

Even if he can only stop four of them, and if one runs away, he can strangle the ruffian Jin Yiwei, he can't help but recognize this coward... He has long felt that the ruffian Jin Yiwei's attitude is perverse and unwelcoming, and he must be the enemy. A lot, and now it's not surprising!

"We're going to kill him?" The five looked at each other again, shaking their heads subconsciously, "We still want to live a few more years. You may be mistaken, it's not us, but those few who want to kill him."

"How many?"

Hong Qi was stunned when he heard the words, raised his head and stared in the direction they indicated. Outside the broken wall, you can see that Mei Qianxiao has walked out of the city gate, and then there are seven or eight people dressed as civilians echoing back and forth, silently following up. We can vaguely see the cold light of hidden weapons under a few of them carrying burdens~www.readwn.com~!

Oops, that thing is really being targeted! The appearance of these five people is too conspicuous, he was attracted by these few, but he did not find the real hidden assassin!

Is that guy sick? He clearly made an appointment to meet him in the private room of the inn, but he was late for a long time and didn’t talk about it. Now he’s running outside the city to make woolen yarn? Isn't it obvious to give opportunity killers to do things!

If you don't rush over, it will be too late... Hong Qi quickly put on the cloth hat used to hide his identity, and he will chase after the city gate with his feet raised.

Suddenly, a palm floated in diagonally, and Hong Qi quickly stopped his palms to face each other. With the sound of applause, Hong Qi only felt that the opponent's palm strength was bizarre, the strength was squeezed from all directions, erupted in the palm, and the raging waves scattered!

Fortunately, Hong Qi silently collected his palm just now, but he was still repulsed by this palm, and his rock-hard palm was hit to the point of pain!

Looking up, it turned out that the person holding the fan just blocked him with his palm.

He stared at the man in surprise. He didn't have much experience in rivers and lakes. He didn't recognize the punch of the black strong man before, but he couldn't recognize this one... After all, it was the same as his own Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. It is recognized as the existence of the strongest six palms in Jianghu!

"Yuntian folded his palms together! Your Excellency is from Yuntiangong?!"

Yuntiangong is a sect of Qingxiu, and it is a rare practice in the world!

"Young master of Xiayun Tiangong, Yi Ze... You can't get through with me here." The man put away the fan and seemed to be serious, his eyes were gradually revealing, and he was more and more arrogant and let it go!