Le Yuan may not know it, but in the hearts of a group of Xixia masters, even though Duan Yanqing is ugly and physically disabled, he is famous throughout Xixia because of his extraordinary skills and ruthless actions.
But such a top-notch master could not survive a single move in Le Yuan's hands. Of course, Duan Yanqing despised the young man Le Yuan, and Duan Yanqing also miscalculated. He didn't expect that Le Yuan would be a great outsider who studied the body, and could withstand his physical attack. .
A moment of negligence gave Le Yuan a chance to defeat the enemy. Even an elephant would have been killed by Le Yuan's punch, but Duan Yanqing was able to survive with only a few broken ribs. He was lucky and saved his own life with an iron crutch.
"Pfft - I, Duan Yanqing, think I am ruthless and ruthless enough, but I didn't expect that today I would fall on an unknown boy. You are more ruthless than me! Junior, your name is..."
Duan Yanqing stood up with a crutch and stared at Le Yuan with his eyes, as if he wanted to remember Le Yuan's face in his mind.
"Qiao Feng has no family and no sect. He is just a rogue. But if you want to kill someone in Song Dynasty, you have to ask Qiao's fists if he agrees!"
Le Yuan stood proudly in the battlefield. Because of the head start just now, most people on the Xixia side lost their fighting spirit. The eyes of the entire battlefield were now fixed on Le Yuan and Duan Yanqing.
"Okay, okay! What a loose person in the world. It seems that although the Southern Song Dynasty is sluggish, each generation in the world is getting stronger and stronger. A person like you has appeared... I, Duan Yanqing, admit defeat today... The mountains will remain green and the water will last forever. Flow, let’s go!”
As he spoke, Duan Yanqing pushed down the crutch in his hand, and immediately flew out of the valley. The remaining Xixia soldiers had no intention of participating in the battle anymore, and they all mounted their horses and fled out of the valley.
Looking at the group of Xixia soldiers escaping, Le Yuan did not pursue them, and the Beggar Clan members were also unable to pursue them.
In the chaotic battle just now, they had the advantage of a sneak attack, otherwise they would have really suffered a big loss in the fight.
"Ahem... Young Master Qiao, the old beggar is here to thank you for your help. I didn't expect that this time, the old beggar was the one who helped me. Ahem..."
The Liubao disciple who had just been knocked to the ground was helped to stand up, waving to Le Yuan and coughing from time to time.
Le Yuan clasped his fists as a salute to this old man who looked to be in his sixties, then pointed at the corpse of the Xixia soldier on the ground and said: "I don't know why the heroes of the Beggar Clan ambushed this group of Xixia people here. Could it be that this group of Xixia soldiers are here?" Do you have any big plans?"
Elder Liubao lowered his head and pondered, then paused and said: "Young knight, you don't know something. Although Xixia is a small country, the Yipintang, an organization of martial arts people established by Xixia, is the enemy of our martial arts in the Central Plains. The old beggar got the news a few days ago. , this Xixia Yipintang is preparing to secretly sneak into the vicinity of Xiangyang. It seems that he has found out the remains of some senior masters, and is preparing to take away my Central Plains martial arts secrets to strengthen his own reputation. This immortal beggar quickly stopped the disciples, who would have thought... "
The old man with six bags couldn't help but shake his head when he said this. This beggar gang has a large number of people, but there are very few real experts. It is not nonsense to say that the poor in literature and the rich in martial arts are poor. There are a group of beggars and a few who can really practice martial arts. It is not that their qualifications are poor, but that they cannot even provide basic food and clothing.
Even if Le Yuan wanted to use his energy to help the old man heal his injuries, Le Yuan, who had no inner strength at all, couldn't do it. All he can do now is to protect this group of remnants of soldiers on their way back safely to prevent them from being killed on the way.
When Le Yuan led a group of Beggar Gang people to retreat to a place more than ten miles away from Xinyang, suddenly there was a burst of loud and loud laughter from in front of everyone. The laughter seemed to be right in front of them, but it was No one could be seen.
Only Le Yuan looked into the distance. Although he couldn't see it yet, Le Yuan knew very well that the person had locked onto him, and the sound could reach him from dozens of miles away. This skill was by no means an ordinary person. His strength is far superior to Duan Yanqing.
"Could this laughter be that of Elder Hong?"
The injured six-pocket old man from the Beggar Clan showed joy after hearing the laughter. After a figure appeared that day, his smile grew stronger as he flew closer and closer.
Beggar Hong Qigong, the moment Le Yuan saw his face clearly, he recognized this gluttonous old man at a glance. He looks exactly the same as the Hong Qigong I saw in the Condor World. If there is any difference, it is that the current Hong Qigong looks younger.
"It's you, dog, are you injured?"
When Hong Qigong was still a hundred meters away from Le Yuan, there was suddenly wind at his feet. In the blink of an eye, he crossed Le Yuan who was clearing the way in front of him, and instantly came to the side of the injured six-generation old man. He pressed his hand on His body seemed to be using exercises to help him repair his injuries.
The team stopped at this moment, and Le Yuan breathed a sigh of relief after seeing clearly that Hong Qigong appeared. It was okay to protect himself with Le Yuan's strength, but it was difficult to protect the group of people behind him. Now that Hong Qigong was here to protect him, Le Yuan was saved a lot of trouble.
Soon the injury of the old man Liubao stabilized, and Hong Qigong walked up to Le Yuan, crossed Le Yuan's defense with one hand and patted him on the shoulder, as if he was extremely excited: "Haha Haha... Gouzi told me that thanks to you showing up to help, they were able to save their lives for the time being. Your skills are very good, and you were able to defeat the masters of Yipintang. There were a few times... "
Seeing Hong Qigong's slightly oily hand leaving a palm print on his clean clothes, Le Yuan felt helpless. At the same time, he opened the skylight and said clearly: "Senior Hong, don't test it anymore." , The kid’s Dantian is empty, you can’t find anything no matter how hard you press it with your internal strength..."
"Good boy, you are indeed extraordinary. Just let the old beggar test how hard your fist is, and wait and see—"
Hong Qigong was really merciless. He immediately pushed Le Yuan away with a palm, and then rushed forward again the next second. The lower part of the body lunges, the upper part of the body raises both hands together, the energy sinks into the Dantian, both palms hit Le Yuan's chest together, and the posture [Do not use Hidden Dragon] is immediately executed.
"Well done, Beng-"
With no moves, no attempts, and no internal strength, Le Yuan simply stood up and punched out with his right hand, the simplest and most familiar punch.
However, although the moves are simple, the power contained in the fists is not simple. Hong Qigong, who slapped him with a palm, immediately felt that a strange force from the surprisingly powerful fist, like the rolling waves of the sea, was transmitted into his body along his hand, and his internal strength was unable to stop it for a moment. .
However, Le Yuan felt uncomfortable after receiving Hong Qigong's move to hide the dragon. Although Hong Qigong did not use all his strength, how could anyone stop Hong Qigong, who was already at the peak of his innate nature? He was extremely fierce. The force of the palm penetrated the unguarded Le Yuan's body into his body.
At the moment of the exchange of blows, Le Yuan seemed to have been hit by a car. He flew backwards in the air and flew six or seven meters with a whoosh. In mid-air, Le Yuan turned over with a kite and stabilized his body again. After landing, he followed the force and took seven or eight steps back before all of Hong Qigong's power was released from his body.
On the opposite side, Hong Qigong, who was accidentally punched into the body by Le Yuan's fist force, also trembled. The zhenqi in his body exploded, and immediately knocked out Le Yuan's fist force that could torture ordinary people to death. This is the power of the current masters. No matter how clever Le Yuan's power is, he can still make it invisible with his strong cultivation.
"Good boy, is this also an external skill? Young man, given time, you will definitely become a master. The old beggar never talks nonsense. Give me another try!"
Hong Qigong jumped into the air, like a bird flying close to the ground, and instantly arrived in front of Le Yuan. The palms of both hands are bright and dark, up and down, melting and striking.
Just when Le Yuan was about to repeat his old tricks, the situation took a sudden turn. Hong Qigong's hands were filled with true energy, and Le Yuan almost collapsed in the next second. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms actually produced two golden dragons. This shock made Le Yuan, who had seen Hong Qigong's moves in the world of archery, almost no longer doubt his life.
The most important thing is that these two golden dragons are not just fake, they are powerful enough to demolish a restaurant.
This is not a martial arts competition, this is killing people!
Le Yuan no longer held back. The energy and blood in his body reached the limit, and his body instantly turned into a bronze color. This was the effect of the golden bell being driven to the limit by Le Yuan. If Le Yuan had true energy, even En Nei would have just formed a body-protecting energy, forming a golden bell to defend himself.
"collapse-"
The strongest defense is also the strongest attack. Le Yuan swung out the double pole collapse fist while operating the sixth level of the golden bell cover.
The huge air wave caused the ground where the two people met to sink completely. The surrounding ground shook while the faint shouts of birds and beasts escaping could be heard.
You couldn't see your fingers in the smoke and dust, and everyone in the Beggar Clan watching from a distance couldn't see anything either.
As the smoke gradually dispersed, Le Yuan's voice came out. Although he seemed out of breath, he didn't seem to be seriously injured.
"Ahem, it is indeed the best palm technique in the world, the strongest and most powerful, and it is well-deserved. Bei Beggar's use of it is even more well-deserved. I admire you!"
"You're not a bad boy. At such a young age, you have mastered the popular and grueling Golden Bell Kung Fu to the sixth level. If you didn't have no true energy in your body, I'm afraid you would have already entered the realm of innateness. It's really a pity. …”
Le Yuan and Hong Qigong looked at each other and smiled, and their unhappiness disappeared with the final blow.
Hong Qigong's palm power has already reached the state of combining hardness and softness. He can send and receive the palm power at will, and he can withdraw it at any time during the competition. Only then does his power become a little more unrestrained.
Even though Hong Qigong didn't remember anything about Le Yuan, he felt extremely friendly the moment he saw Le Yuan, as if he had seen Le Yuan somewhere. This is similar to the Huang Yaoshi that Le Yuan met on Peach Blossom Island a few years ago. Although all the memories have been sealed, the goodwill that was brushed up in the World of Condor Shooting does not seem to have completely disappeared.
After Le Yuan and Hong Qigong entered Xinyang, they went to the outskirts together and happily cooked a feast using the ingredients Le Yuan bought. Although he no longer has the blessing of cooking skills, Le Yuan's cooking skills still made Hong Qigong enjoy eating as never before.
"Tsk—Qiao Feng, you have good cooking skills. It's really rare, it's rare..."
"Senior Hong has received the award. Being recognized by Bei Bei, my cooking skills look really good..."
"You boy, you are always a beggar, are you interested in joining our Beggar Clan? Our Beggar Clan is in need of people with lofty ideals like you..."
Le Yuan shook his head when he heard this, and Hong Qigong's face changed, as if he thought Le Yuan looked down on the Beggar Clan.
"Do you think that my beggar's temple is too small to accommodate a great god like you?"
"What Qi Gong said is wrong. I just feel that the path of the Beggar Clan is on the wrong track. Is there anyone in the world who is born to want to be a beggar? Although the Beggar Clan has grown stronger in recent years due to war, there are people from all three religions and nine streams. These people command Just ruining the reputation of the beggar gang..."
"Oh, what do you think of the future of the Beggar Clan?"
"Four words - there is no beggar in the world!"
Since this day, Hong Qigong, the elder of the Beggar Clan who spreads the qigong, has one more disciple, and the Beggar Clan has one more Five Bags disciple after that day. The Beggar Clan, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, also has a disciple after this day. Change.
From top to bottom, the Beggar Gang is divided into gang leaders, deputy gang leaders, eight nine-bag elders with respective positions, and eight-bag helmsmen who are in charge of one side all over the world. Further down are ordinary disciples with one to seven bags, and reserve disciples without bags.
Le Yuan was able to reach the sky and become a disciple of Five Bags after saving hundreds of disciples of the Beggar Clan. It was thanks to the blessing of Hong Qigong, the master who taught the skills, that he was one step closer to becoming the leader of the Beggar Clan.