Mr. Xue is worthy of being a disciple of Xian Yutong. He learned the word "vicious". He held a thorn in his eyebrows, which was pricked and thrust. His light skills were good. He turned into a green shadow and instantly circled around the field. He stabbed four or five heroic wrists, and the steel thorns pierced into their acupoints. Gao Qiang looked and shook his head. Xue Gongyuan stabbed the acupoints with weapons. In the future, these people were lucky enough not to be paralyzed and would have a root of illness in the future.

Gao Qiang felt that Xue Gong was too vicious and killed someone but only to the ground. With his strength, he could use his fingers to point acupoints, but he chose the most painful way for others.

The two junior brothers caught by Xue Gong used a chain gun, which was the weapon they surrounded their waists. They each thrust their guns straight, and several military mounds lifted sticks across the crossbar. However, they did not expect that the chain gun was a soft object made of iron chains. They could attack in reverse through the rod, and were stabbed on their backs, falling to the ground, and blood flowed.

Gao Qiang looked at it for a while, but felt a little indescribable. Among the four, he saw that the Saint-Hand Jialan had the highest martial arts skills, followed by Xue Gong, and his two junior brothers had the worst martial arts skills.

But in his eyes, even Jian Jie is not his opponent, Gao Qiang is a little dazed, is he his martial arts skills or the opponent is weak?

Gao Qiang was thinking, and then he heard a few screams. The remaining mozi fell to the ground. Jian Jie and Xue Gongyuan and the other two disciples of Huashan were dressed in black and stood side by side. Jian Jie said in a voice: "Would you like a good person? Should you leave the things and leave by yourself, or let us get them by yourself?"

The sick lama had not spoken yet. Now he turned around and said to the official. He didn't know what he could tell. The official smiled and said, "This monk said it. The thing is here. If you have the ability, come and get it."

Mr. Xue winked at the two junior brothers. The two junior brothers took two steps forward, and suddenly turned the chain gun in their hands, straight and like a poisonous snake, pierced straight into the chest of the monk. He didn't see any movement from the monk. Then he heard the sound of the second sound of the Huashan disciples, and the two shouted "Ah!". One hit the forehead and the front chest, and fell to the ground and died.

Xue Gongyuan shouted, sad and angry, and looked at Jian Jie. Jian Jie nodded, and the two jumped up, attacking the monk one on the left and one on the right.

The monk snorted coldly, swept the vajra in his hand horizontally, and the movement was fast and fast, sweeping across the waists and spines of the two, and the pestle was long and heavy. It looked like that, before the monk's clothes were enough, they were about to be hit by the vajra.

Jian Jie saw that the vajra was coming very fast and the wind was gushing. He didn't dare to block it, and his body shrank and rolled. He rolled on the ground in an extremely embarrassed manner and avoided it. When he stood up, he had a soft whip in his hand. He was a master of Kongtong, and few people in the world could force him to fight with weapons.

Xue Gongyuan also forgot it. He heard the sound of the wind and could not dodge. He saw that the Emei Steel Puncture was a little bit on the vajra, and then he heard two jingles. Then he heard the screams of "Ouch" and "Ah" from two people. It turned out that his Emei Steel Puncture was knocked away and pierced into the chest of the two handlebars. He also took advantage of this extra effort to fly backwards, and he looked at the bloody hole of the tiger's mouth, and his hands kept trembling, and was defeated by force in one blow.

Looking at the big lama again, he still looked sick and gasped. Jian Jie and Xue Gongda looked at each other, and were full of shock. Unexpectedly, this sick man had such great strength and was still a master who could not be exposed.

Gao Qiang looked at the big lama with his hand and the expert could tell if he had any. Seeing that the vajra weighed at least fifty or sixty kilograms, he just used it lightly and with one hand. He was really born with divine power and amazing arm strength.

Jian Jie and Xue Gongda looked at each other, and there was already a stolen intention in their eyes. The two of them suddenly whistled, turned their heads and jumped away, and went north and south. Then they heard the big lama start to breathe again, but with a breath of breath, he reached into his arms and took out a stack of things. He raised his left hand several times, and then watched a wheel as small as a palm stir out.

I don't know how to make metal on this wheel, so I heard the sound of sharp whistling when breaking through the air, which was deafening, as if there were a few small metal balls inside jingling and jingling.

Jian Jie and Xue Gongyuan were not weak in light skills. They had already run out three or five feet. As they were about to run out of the circle, they heard the evil sounds behind them, and there was a flying golden wheel in front of them. The edge of the wheel was polished to the end, and it was as sharp as a sharp edge. If they were to hit the body, the end of bloodshed and death was immediately.

Xue Gongyuan had empty hands, but he could not stop moving forward and jumped backward.

Gao Qiang could see clearly on the side. The big lama held four or five Faluns on each hand. He distributed it left and right. The Falun went out and circled a circle and returned to his hands. He was a master of launching hidden weapons. He controlled the strength in his hands and wanted to force the two escaped people to his side. Gao Qiang asked himself that he could do it, but his internal strength was insufficient at the moment, and the hidden weapons he emitted did not have much threat.

The simple martial arts skills are better than Xue Gongyuan, and the light skills are slightly better. He ran five feet away and watched a Falun fly to him. He lifted the soft whip in his hand and heard a tingling sound. The soft whip was cut into two sections by the golden wheel. The golden wheel continued to move forward, with a slight direction, and cut off the simple left arm with a bang.

Jianjie is also a mozi. He broke his left arm and didn't say anything. He knew that it was the critical moment to save his life, so he continued to sacrifice his life and ran forward.

Mr. Xue took a step back there, but after he jumped, he avoided the round in front of him, and suddenly flew to him again. Mr. Xue had no choice but to retreat, and he actually leaned towards the big lama.

The big lama saw Jian Jie continue to move forward, exerting force in his hand, and another round of whistling chased after him with a sharp sound, and then came first, surrounding Jian Jie. The golden wheel was rotating quickly and quickly, and did not give Jian Jie a chance to dodge. It turned out that the big lama was angry that Jian Jie avoided the first round, and this round was to cut him into two halves.

Jian Jie was about to close his eyes and wait for death, and he saw the purple air in front of him, and a dazzling purple light flashed by, and then he heard a loud jingle sound. The golden wheel was split into two halves, and encountered each other from Jian Jie's ears, cutting off each of his ears a little bit.

Jian Jie was stunned and felt that someone had pulled his wrist, and then ran away like a cloud and mist. He heard Xue Gongyuan screaming behind him, and it was obvious that the big lama had slashed alive with his wheel.

Running a few feet away, Jian Jie calmed down, looked down, was shocked, and the one who pulled him to run was the young boy who was fascinated by inferior sweating drugs in the hotel!

It was Gao Qiang who saved Jian Jie's life. He knew that Jian Jie was not a good person. Seeing that the big lama was extremely powerful, he was unwilling to provoke that opponent, but Jian Jie happened to run to his hiding place. Gao Qiang still hadn't practiced to the point where his godfather Hu Qingniu was not saved when he saw that Jian Jie had "save" his life.

Gao Qiang saw that the golden wheel was turning sharply. The internal force was attached to it, so he swung the Ziwei sword. He cut the Falun with the sharp edge of the sword. Despite this, his left hand was shocked and numb. In order to practice hand protection, the disciples of the ancient tomb sect had to practice their left and right hands to the general level of proficiency.

Gao Qiang knew that the monk's internal strength was higher than that of him, so he didn't dare to stay for a long time. He pulled Jian Ji and ran away. He listened to the big lama behind him cursing for a few words. Wuwu and a few more Faluns flew over.

He looked back and danced his sword, took the first Falun, rubbed and picked it against the edge, and the Falun flew back slantedly, colliding with the two subsequent Faluns, with two loud bangs and two loud bangs. They all fell into the dust.

Gao Qiang secretly screamed ashamed, pulled Jian Jie to continue running. His sword just now seemed so cool. In fact, relying on his own deep internal strength and the Wudang Sect borrowed weapons and attacked weapons, the one-and-two-strike technique must be very clever, and it is really not easy.

The great lama saw that Gao Qiang could break his Falun and scolded him twice. He was injured and was inconvenient to pursue him. Seeing Gao Qiang, Jian Jie and his two ran ten feet away. He knew that his Falun was weak, so he stopped firing hidden weapons and stood there to curse. The official next to him nodded and bowed, and naturally gave him flattering words, such as the great masters who were very skilled, and these clowns dared to come out to be a mantis arm and behaved as a chariot, etc., which made the monk happy.

Gao Qiang pulled Jian Jie for three or four miles, galloping along the way, and even he couldn't bear it even while running. Seeing that there was no pursuit behind him, he pointed out Rufeng, pointed out the acupoints on the broken arm for Jian Jie, tearing off his clothes to wrap him on the broken arm. This bald Jian Jie was also forced to support himself at this moment, but his mouth was not lacking in etiquette: "Jian Jie from Kongtong, thank you for your great kindness, thank you for your great kindness to save your life, and thank you for your great kindness to save your life!"

Seeing that Gao Qiang had saved his life with extraordinary skills, he was even better at light skills than him, he praised him, but he might have been sweating coldly on his face because of the pain of his broken arm.

Gao Qiangweiran knew that Jian Jie was not a good person, but since he had saved him, he could not be cold-faced. Moreover, this person had saved his life, so he stood up respectfully and said, "Senior, don't say much, I'll just do it with you."

In fact, in terms of seniority, Gao Qiang is not inferior to Jian Jie. Jian Jie is a disciple of the Five Elders of Kongtong, and Gao Qiang is a disciple of the Yu Sanxia in Wudang. He is also a peer. He does not avoid Gao Qiang and does not want to reveal his identity, so he also screams casually. Jian Jie is older than him, so it is normal to call him "senior".

Jian Jie laughed and said, "If the young hero doesn't dislike him, what if I call him little brother?"

Gao Qiang was still thinking about what trouble this matter would cause him, and said casually: "It's good."

Jian Jie suddenly became enthusiastic and asked, "I wonder what kind of sect I am from? Whose master is from? The old brother is also a tough guy in the world, but he is not as good as you, brother."

No one likes to hear compliments, and Gao Qiang could not have a cold face, so he had to continue talking nonsense: "My skill was taught by a strange person by chance. I have no way of leaving any sect. I have always been a hunter in Zhongnan Mountain. This is the first time I have gone down the mountain."

Jian Jie smiled and said, "The little brother just shook the thief's bald Falun with his backhand. He was really beautiful and elegant. I see that the sword is sharp, even the legendary Di Tian Sword Dragon Slaying Sword is just like this."

Gao Qiang was surprised by the simple and simple nonsense and responded casually: "This sword is nothing but a masterless thing, I just picked it up in the mountains."

Jian Jie was slightly stunned, and then a lot of bullshits were presented. Gao Qiang heard it strangely. This man was so talkative with his broken arm. He really didn't know what he had to talk about in normal times. He also pulled the topic to his master's sect, like an old matchmaker who was blind dated, and he checked his ancestors for eight generations.

Gao Qiang said with a few simple words: "Brother Jian, we met by chance, we will part here, and there will be a time later."

Jian Jie's expression changed slightly, Gao Qiang continued: "How much money does Brother Jian have on him? Can you help me with a little?"

Jian Jie was stunned, then took out a ingot of gold from the package and stuffed it into Gao Qiang's hand, and said with a gentle look on his face: "If you want to use it, then take it away. If it is not enough..."

Gao Qiang naturally took the ingot of gold. Unexpectedly, Jian Jie suddenly reached out and actually pointed the acupoint under his ribs. A smiling face turned cold, his eyebrows raised high, and said in a stern manner: "Little brother, old brother, I broke my arm. If you don't have any powerful tools to help you walk in the world in the future, this life will be explained sooner or later. Since you have no doors or sects, this sword is even more unparalleled, so I'll send it to me."

He untied the Ziwei soft sword from Gao Qiang's waist with one hand, and then looked at the purple light, and the air conditioner reflected the people. Jian Jie laughed three times. He saw Gao Qiang getting the sweat pill and knew that he was a young boy. He saw that he was walking in the world with a baby, but he had little experience in martial arts. He just asked the question, and knew that the boy had no power behind him, so he decided to take the sword for himself.

Originally, he was a cautious person, but Gao Qiang had a coarse cloth and his words and behaviors were not much different from what he said. Jian Jie was blushing at this time. Even Gao Qiang reported himself to Wudang Mountain's family. How few people in the martial arts world are fighting for a sharp sword?

Gao Qiang stayed there with a hole in his mouth, but he could speak. He asked, "Brother Jian, the sword is something outside the body. If you want it, take it. Can you let me go now?"

Jian Jie smiled and said, "I snatched this treasure from you. It's hard to guarantee that you won't gossip when you go out."

Gao Qiang said in surprise: "Then what are you going to do?"

Jian Jie snorted three times and said, "The dead man is the most trustworthy in the world. What do you think of me?"

Gao Qiang said angrily: "I will save your life, but you will harm me?"

Jian Jie said: "You save my life, and I will save your life. At most, we will be equal. If I kill you, it will be fine, right?"

Gao Qiang asked, "You have decided?"

Jian Jie said coldly: "You little devil, you have three points of courage until you die. Humph, but people do not live by courage, but people live by their brains."

After Jian Jie finished speaking, he raised his hand and fell from his sword. He watched the purple light flash, and a human gap was cut in Jian Jie's throat.

Gao Qiang wiped the blood off the sword with his clothes lapel and said coldly: "Humans really live by their brains."
Chapter completed!