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Little **: "Headhunter, your body!"
"My body is getting better, are the people from Heifengzhai and Longmen faction gone?"
"They still refuse to retreat, they must see the village owner."
"It's said that I'm seriously ill and it's inconvenient to meet. If someone dares to rush, you don't have to be polite and shoot them to death!" Huang Binghu put his hands on the stove, this winter was originally for cats.
"Huang headhunter is so loud, do you even want to shoot someone Yang?" A voice suddenly sounded from outside the door, the door shattered, and the wind came in. A middle-aged man with a long sword hanging from his waist and an elegant face stood there. At the door, his gaze was as sharp as a sword flickering, not as gentle as it seemed on the surface.
Huang Binghu didn't dare to neglect, he jumped up, clasped his fists and said: "Head Yang, long time no see!"
Within a hundred miles, there is only one person who can be called the head. The person here is the head of the Longmen School, Yang Anzhi. He is so powerful in the Longmen swordsmanship, and he is both light and brilliant. If you only talk about martial arts, it can be called celebration Yang first person.
And if there are children of the nearby high-ranking families who want to practice martial arts, they will send them to the Longmen School. These gentry children will gather together. It is inevitable to be arrogant and domineering, but at the same time it is also a great force, even if it is Qingyang. The power of the White Road.
Yang An looked up and down Huang Binghu: "Your illness really healed. It's no wonder that even the elder in my door was here and he refused to meet. I didn't bother to speak, where is the ginseng?"
Huang Binghu said: "I haven't seen any ginseng, does the head Yang want to deceive me into Lema Village?" Dozens of hunting bows were pointed at Yang Anzhi, and the hunters in the village had already reacted.
Yang Anzhi said: "If you add a cracked crossbow, you might be able to keep me, why not try it."
Huang Binghu narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"
Yang Anzhi said: "The Lord Xiong is outside the door, and your crossbow killed his third master. Are you going to provoke us at the same time?"
Huang Binghu laughed loudly: "The dignified leader of Qingyang Baidao was entangled with the most brutal bandit leader. Is it really shameless? By the way, I forgot, you are no different. They are all bullying and bullying. Goodness, speaking of it, you will make more money if you are the head of Yang!"
An anger flashed on Yang Anzhi's face, his hand resting on the hilt, but the sound of the bowstrings around him stopped his movements, and coldly threatened: "The yellow headhunter may not be afraid, but if there really is a war, I see this How many people can survive in Zhuangzi?"
Huang Binghu said: "I have eaten the ginseng. If you speak harshly, Head Yang, you won't be able to get it back."
Yang Anzhi said: "The ginseng is really in your hands. You are not going to lie to me. The ginseng cannot be digested overnight, nor can it be swallowed. You have used it for so long, and now you hand it over, I will miss you. The love may help you resist Heifengzhai."
Huang Binghu said: "When I said I ate it, I ate it. If the headhunter doesn't believe it, just grab it!"
The bowstring is full, the long sword is unsheathed, and the battle is about to start.
Xiao Hei on the side suddenly said: "We haven't seen any ginseng. Our headhunter can recover from the disease. We drank the wine given by Li Qingshan. If you want to, go to him!"
Yang Anzhi's eyes lit up, and Huang Binghu became furious, and shouted, "Shut up!"
Xiao Hei insisted: "Headhunter, he is just an outsider. He gave you spirit wine and took a crossbow. We don't owe them anything, so why bother to protect him? I also think for the sake of Zhuangzi!"
Yang Anzhi smiled and said: "So, someone Yang wrongly blamed Brother Huang. No wonder that kid's martial arts has advanced so rapidly, so don't let it go." If Li Qingshan is here, you will know the person's light work. Ten times better than his son Yang Jun and that group of disciples.
The Orion did not dare to release their arrows easily, and Yang Anzhi left a sentence from a distance: "The headhunter Huang is really good at his command, and the children of Zhuang Zhong are always thinking about the overall situation."
Huang Binghu's face is even more ugly. The leader of any force must have absolute authority. Once a decision is made, whether it is right or wrong, no subordinates can easily disobey it.
"Li Qingshan has a life-saving grace with me. He took out the spirit wine regardless of the risk, because he trusted me, otherwise no one would know that he harbors the spirit ginseng. You are injuring me."
Xiao Hei knelt down: "Xiao Hei is willing to lead death!"
A group of hunters gathered to persuade, "Headhunter, Xiao Hei is also for Zhuangzi!" "So many days have passed, Qing Shan has no idea where to escape, we don't have to resist."
Li Qingshan looked at the big man who was rolling forward to inform, his eyes fell on the big man who remained trembling in front of the door, wondering: "Am I that scary?"
The man who left behind only hated his slow legs and feet, and let his companions take the lead. As for the question of whether it was terrible or not, he dared not answer. He only knew that the young man in front of him had killed dozens of bandits with his own hands. According to the news, it is known that he will torture to death the third master of Heifengzhai, a famous village in Qingyang. Such a person is not terrible, but who else is terrible
A man in his thirties, with a brutal face, would feel scared by any ordinary person when he saw him. The other was a fifteen-year-old boy with a childish face that hadn't gotten off his face.
But when the former saw the latter, it was like a mouse saw a cat, which was a bit weird indeed. Li Qingshan suddenly understood that his reputation had been established. Although he started with the unpleasant nickname "Xiashan Tiger", it was enough to shock Xiao Xiao.
After a short time, Li Long greeted the door and saw Li Qingshan, his heart jumped suddenly, his eyes did not dare to meet his eyes, and he remembered the bloody scene he saw in the mountains a few days ago, and an unquenchable fear rose from his heart. .
He smiled unnaturally, "Yes... It's Qingshan, please!"
Li Qingshan followed him into the door, bypassed the screen wall with the word "Wu" written on it, passed through the courtyard door, and came to the martial arts field. He saw the brawny men with bare chests lined up in two rows, welcoming each other, but with all expressions Is bad.
The iron fist sect master Liu Hong Dama sat on the Grand Master's chair and said in a deep voice: "Are you the Tiger Li Qingshan?"
Li Qingshan frowned, not only because of this pretentious posture, but also because of the nickname of Shanhu. If anyone tells him now that he can be replaced by a better nickname as long as he kills someone, he must not hesitate to rush. Go and kill him.
"The master asks you something!" The man closest to Liu Hong shouted like Hong Zhong. He was full of muscles and tattoos, and his temples were slightly raised. He was a master of both internal and external training.
Li Qingshan estimated that the strength of this person should be higher than that of the third master. No wonder he dared to speak to himself like this. The Iron Fist Sect can dominate and dominate in Qingyang City, and there is something that can be done.
Li Long said hurriedly: "Brother Qingshan came from the village and has never seen the world." He pulled on Li Qingshan's sleeves: "I haven't seen my master yet."
Li Qingshan casually folded his hands: "I have seen Old Hero Liu!" Without much respect, Liu Hong raised his brows, and the iron fist disciples on both sides were angry.
Li Long blamed him for his ignorance. You have already offended Heifengzhai. Only if you ask the master to call the shots, and then let Lemazhuang Huang Binghu come forward, you can settle the matter. The master is a dignified and second-rate master. Isn't it worth your worship? NS
"This is our elder brother, the people of the rivers and lakes..." Li Qingshan waved and interrupted: "You don't need to remember the name of the miscellaneous fish." He is not a rude person, but if others are rude to him first, he will never be polite. ,
Li Long's voice was stagnant, his face instantly flushed red, his bones creaked, and he rushed towards Li Qingshan fiercely.
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