Hearing his shout, Ali Buge and Hai Milo turned their heads one after another. Song Qingshu had a headache, probably because of his carelessness just now, which caused his heartbeat to be exposed. When he was thinking about how to explain, he suddenly heard a burst of hearty laughter.
"Hahaha, my old beggar heard that there was a banquet here. I couldn't help but come in to find some lamb legs to eat. I didn't expect to be discovered so soon." I saw a thick-handed old man holding a The vermilion wine gourd, holding a piece of delicious lamb leg in one hand, his mouth is full of oil, "I have to say that the roast leg of lamb on the grassland is more authentic than that in the south of the Yangtze River. What kind of seasoning is sprinkled on it? I've never tasted this delicious before."
Now that Mongolia has conquered the countries of the Western Regions, it can enjoy the treasures of the Chinese and Western countries. Naturally, these spices are much more abundant than those in the south of the Yangtze River.
Song Qingshu looked strange when he saw the face of the visitor, it turned out to be him!
"Where are you bastards, how dare you go to the palace to steal!" The man in black next to Brother Ali yelled violently, jumped up, and rushed towards him like an eagle hitting the sky, with five fingers like iron claws towards the other side grab the door.
Song Qingshu applauded secretly, thinking that there are a lot of masters here in Mongolia, and there are such masters in any man in the palace. And I can feel that Mongolia has become stronger and stronger in these years. You must know that a few years ago, the number one master under Brother Ali's command was Sangjie and the ancestor of Xuedao. Feel.
Seeing him rushing over, the slovenly old man curled his lips: "I don't even want to part with a leg of lamb. It's too petty to return the palace." While speaking, he threw the leg of lamb in his hand.
However, his throw was just right, and the person on the opposite side caught him with five fingers.
The man in black hastily threw the leg of lamb aside. Seeing the greasy hands, he subconsciously wanted to wipe it off, but now he didn't have a handkerchief besides his clothes, so he couldn't help being furious: "I'm looking for death!"
His speed was a generation faster than before, and he attacked with a strong wind. Although he was angry in his heart, he had already seen that the opponent's martial arts were extremely high from the opponent's throw just now, so he was extremely cautious when he shot.
The slovenly old man looked serious, and he also saw that the other party was not an ordinary person, so he didn't dare to be careless, so he raised his hands and palmed him.
With a bang, the man in black was shocked into the air, but the slovenly old man showed no joy on his face.
Quickly moving his palms to gain momentum, the man in black fell straight down from mid-air, his punch was like a thunderbolt.
The other party took advantage of the sky, and the sloppy old man also took advantage of the thickness of the earth, and greeted him with a palm. With a loud bang, the stone slab under his feet was already cracked.
The man in black flew into the air again by counterattacking. Song Qingshu looked up and saw that he was six feet high. He didn't land immediately, but circled in midair.
The slovenly old man knew that his rear blow would definitely be more ferocious, and his entire upper body twisted and twirled crazily, with his hands moving rapidly in front of his chest, only an afterimage could be seen.
The man in black fell from mid-air again. This time the attack was much more ferocious than the previous two times combined. The surrounding leaves and stones moved without wind, forming a misty wind wall. The onlookers Ali Buge and Hai Lost faced each other. The oppressive force in the air subconsciously retreated a lot. The slovenly old man seemed to be in the center of the storm and would soon be crushed by the storm.
At this moment, a high-pitched sound of dragon chant suddenly came out from the center of the storm, and several looming dragon-shaped vigor broke through the wind barrier, and a powerful wave of air scattered in all directions. After destroying the tree, several master guards stood in front of Aribuge and Hai Milo, stopping the aftermath of the battle for them.
The two figures in the battlefield had separated, and the man in black took advantage of the situation to return to Brother Alibu, standing with his hands behind his back, with a calm and breezy attitude.
The sloppy old man also took a few steps back, and looked at him in surprise: "What's the name of your move just now?"
"Tianmo Strike's three free moves!" the man in black said proudly.
"Not bad, not bad, it's similar to the Trifold Waves on the Yangtze River of my nephew Qiao Feng." The slovenly old man praised him endlessly, "Who are you? Why haven't I seen it before."
"Yingui Sect, Bi Yejing." The man in black said calmly, as if he was waiting to hear the other party's compliment.
Hearing his name, Song Qingshu remembered that Shan Yuru seemed to have mentioned this person to him before, whether it was her uncle or something, and seeing him now was really extraordinary.
"Bi Yejing?" The slovenly old man frowned, thinking why he had never heard of such a character before, but he didn't want to embarrass him, so he changed the subject and said, "Yin Gui sect, when I was a disciple when I was young, I was I heard it mentioned from the master, it seems to be the Central Plains before the rise of Mingjiao
The most powerful Demon Cult, but for unknown reasons a hundred years ago, it escaped to the Mobei Western Regions. "
"Hmph, it's the Holy Cult!" Bi Yejing corrected, with a somewhat dissatisfied tone, "Who is Your Excellency, who can draw with me, must not be an unknown person."
Song Qingshu, who was observing in the dark, almost didn't laugh out loud, tie? Others can't see it, but he can see it clearly from this angle. His hands behind his back are trembling slightly, obviously he just suffered a lot from palming.
He is obviously inferior to the other party, but pretends to be a tie, how can he be as virtuous as Dalun Mengwang
The sloppy old man laughed a few times: "I'm a beggar, what kind of reputation do I have?"
At this time Ali Buge noticed his patched clothes and a missing finger on his hand, so he couldn't help but said, "Could it be that your Excellency is the Northern Beggar Hong Qigong of the Central Plains Five Absolutes?"
When he was in charge of attacking the Qing Dynasty in the Northeast, his subordinates Sang Jie and the ancestor of Xuedao told him about the famous masters in the Central Plains. Hong Qigong's features are so obvious, of course he can easily recognize them.
"Central Plains Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, the name of Wujue is really shameless." Hong Qigong sighed, "If it was a few years ago, the old beggar might still be a bit conceited about the name of Wujue, but these years I have seen too many monsters, just now Know what it means to be beyond others and beyond the sky."
Especially thinking of a certain guy surnamed Song, whose martial arts are unfathomable at a young age, not to mention that he is at the same age, even now he may not be able to compare with him. He vented his anger with the leg, but he only remembered that the leg of lamb was thrown out as a hidden weapon when he got half of it in his hand. Looking at the leg of lamb covered in dust in the corner, he subconsciously licked his lips, so he took a sip of wine from the flagon to dissolve Awkward.
Brother Ali was overjoyed: "It really is Mr. Hong. It's rare to see such a person on weekdays. This time, it's a coincidence. As the saying goes, it's better to hit the sun than to choose the day, and it's better to let Xiao Wang be the host. Please taste us Mongolian wine, taste the special food?"
His temperament was not so polite and corporal, but after fighting Kublai Khan these years, seeing that he has recruited a lot of capable people and strange men, how could he not be envious? Therefore, he unconsciously imitated his opponent's style.
Hong Qigong was about to leave, but when he heard him talking about good food and wine, he froze there for a while, and couldn't help hesitating.