Outside the Heroes Conference venue, in a remote corner in the Beggars' Gang Yingpan Manor.

If you are a person, you have to eat, drink, defecate, and the Beggars' Sect is no exception. Don't look at the fact that the flower boys don't seem to care about public health, if they really dare to urinate and defecate anywhere, the Xiangyang defenders will come to the door immediately. The Beggars' Sect has a large number of people, and there are no less than 100,000 people in the world. It is precisely because the Beggars' Sect has such a large number of people that the extremely powerful intelligence network can be ensured to run smoothly. As a major location in the Beggars' Sect, Xiangyang has a large number of disciples.

Such a large number of people were all pulled and scattered into the same cesspool. One pit carried the cycle of grains for thousands of people, and this cesspool could also be regarded as a legendary cesspool. Not long ago, an old monk drew a flowing arc like a paper plane thrown by a naughty boy, and plunged into the cesspool.

The old monk was very proficient in iron-headed skills, otherwise he would not have been able to smash it so loudly, and it would have been so powerful that it could penetrate the soul. The old monk had accumulated over time and was smelly and hard, but the old monk could prick it down with one stroke, so deep that it was so deep that it could not be pulled out. It can be seen that the monk was indeed a monk, and no matter what he did, he had to "implement it deeply" more than others.

Because Wuying hit the ground too much and the splashing area was too wide, almost none of the Beggars' disciples wanted to get close to it. They used excuses such as "I'll find a rope! I'll take a basin of water! I'll go... I'll spit for a while!" to escape from afar. Only those monks who came to save the scene to carry forward the meditation skills of color, which is empty, and they pinched their noses and rushed into the shit pit to save people.

In a moment, a purple halo flashed, and a figure approached from a distance. It was Master Ying who came. The behavior of the Wuxiang Shit Basin was too strange. I think there must be other reasons behind it. Otherwise, Wuxiang would have known that Jia Tengying was the man? Thinking about the big words written at the door of Shaolin, it was obvious that someone was plaguing the backcourt. Therefore, after Master Ying pulled hatred in the frontcourt and put out smoke bombs, he immediately dared to come to the backcourt to catch a living.

"Damn it, I feel odorless when I am so far away. Even flies can be dizzy." Yang Qi covered her nose with a bad look on her face. Tears were almost smoky: "I would have brought Uncle Hu Bao Anerle with me if I had known it. I didn't want to grab those shit monks with me. Otherwise..." Yang Qi looked at San Miao in her arms with malicious intentions. San Miao immediately widened her eyes and shook her head desperately. She caught people from the cesspool, and even thought about it. She felt her hair standing upside down.

"Oh, I'm a sin~" Master Ying sighed to the sky. He threw the monk into the cesspool just now when his brain became hot. Now he has to kidnap the monk himself. It seems that he is crazy. "Forget it, pick up the clean ones and catch them."

But when Eagle Master passed through the many houses and came to the vicinity like a stream of light, he suddenly frowned. The monks were required to save people, holding their breath and concentrating. No one would "take a deep breath and close my eyes" in the cesspool, so it is natural that the voice was weak. But when you are so close, you still can't hear any sound, which is strange.

Swish, a figure flashed, and Eagle stood on the roof near the cesspool. Looking around, he saw corpses everywhere below. The monks who came to save the sect and the disciples of the Beggars' Sect who were kind to help, all of them were corpses on the spot, with blood sprinkled far and near. If it weren't for the stinking here, the smell of blood would have already alarmed everyone. Looking at Wuxiang, a backward onion was inserted into the center of the cesspool, and the entire upper body was completely infiltrated. Now his legs were drooping weakly, like a dead sapling, obviously dead.

Master Ying's expression became serious.

Someone came here to kill them in advance, because they must be afraid that Jia Tengying would pursue the causal relationship behind the scenes, and that the world's number one lust - the thief followed the clues. It seems that there is no doubt that there is another reason behind it. The question is, who did this? Someone must be monitoring the entire process at the Hero Conference, otherwise he would not have killed people so quickly. Yang Qi concentrated his mind and recalled that Meng Hai picked up the liturgy, and everyone who passed by quickly filtered it at the Hero Conference, but no suspect was found.

"If it is eye-catching, then among the people at the Hero Conference, Cao Hong and a group of scholars are eye-catching. And... No, there are too many people, so we can't confirm who it is." Looking at the traces on the scene, it was obvious that the murderer had just been killed for a while, and perhaps he could still catch up.

Master Ying kicked under his feet, and Mrs. San Miao contributed her internal strength. The two of them soared into the sky and jumped no less than a hundred meters. In the whistling night wind, Master Ying's eyes shot into the faint light, instantly seeing all over the mountains and corners, taking the movements and stillness of the entire Xiangyang City into his eyes.

The entire Xiangyang City was full of streets and alleys, but there were no pedestrians. The soldiers guarding the city patroled over and over again and had a tight defense. The wanted criminals who escaped from the hero conference flew around and sneaked into the streets and alleys. The heroes followed, and there were people shouting and running around everywhere, causing considerable interference to the tracking of Eagle Master.

But Master Ying quickly flashed his eyes and locked in one place.

There was a person there who could not see anything wrong on the surface, but Yang Qi inexplicably locked her eyes on the person, just thinking that something was wrong with that person.

Whoosh, the two of them were like a swaying geese, flying down through the night wind. People in this era did not pay attention to the habits above their heads, and no one could have thought that anyone could jump to such a height. The Demon King and Demon Glide silently glided like a stunt actor wearing a flying wing suit. He leveraged his strength on the roof of the three-story house and chased into a dark alley.

There was someone walking normally in the alley. He had no bloody smell or evil spirit that had just killed someone, but Yang Qi instantly named this person as the highest suspect because her intuition told her this, and at the same time he also had a subtle smell of shit on his body. Even if a person passes by near the toilet, he will inevitably have a slight smell. Not to mention that the stinky smell of the legendary cesspool covers a wide area, which is far beyond the attack distance of the wind sword energy of the palm.

Therefore, he smelled bad, and was not a disciple of the Beggars' Sect. He was still sneaking in such a dark alley. No matter what, he was weird. Looking at it intently, it was a wide, strong and majestic back. He couldn't see his full picture in the dark, but he could see that this man had a pair of powerful hands, and his arms were as thorny as a dragon.

Such a pair of hands is a pair of killing hands.

No matter what the situation is, sir, take my old Yang's palm first!

Whoosh, the sky accelerated, and the Eagle Master and San Miao glided against the ground like a hydrofoil. The purple light shone through, and the man slapped his back with a palm.

The rumbling sound of purple clouds spreading, and the sound of the punches and palms fighting came from afar. A large amount of smoke and dust burst out from the end of the alley, and the wind blew everywhere, and the walls on both sides shook off. In the smoke, Eagle and Sanmiao came out and came to the long street at the end of the alley.

"Tsk, he slipped away." Yang Qi looked at her palm. Just now, because she was just a test, she didn't use all her strength, and only used three wonderful internal strength and some basic strength. When testing, she was a little more comfortable. If she beat the wrong person, it would be convenient to deal with it. But that guy turned around and punched him hard, and the punch was extremely strong and fierce, and he also took a photo with the fatal injuries on the monks.

In the flash of lightning, the man was not seen clearly in the darkness, but only remembered that he had domineering eyes. This man was a master with at least ninety years of skill, stronger than Shaolin's wry smile and anger, and his suspicion increased sharply. There were only a few such masters in the world? If the light came from, why should he sneak? Why should he hide his head and tail and rush to get out? It is probably him who is behind the scenes!

"If you want to run, can you run?" Yang Qi raised all five senses and searched for all directions. Ancient cities were basically plan-like layouts, with no towering skyscrapers, and there were no well-connected underground pipelines. There were only a few routes to escape. If you find you this time, we will no longer keep our efforts. We will do our best to take you down!

"Hmm?" Yang Qi suddenly raised her eyebrows, and another person was captured in her perception domain.

Looking back, I saw a man with gray hair slowly walking under the moon at the end of the long street. It was Guo Jing. Guo Jing did not hide his sense of existence. His eyes were calm and his steps were straight, and he walked towards this place step by step. He was still dozens of feet away, but the next moment he had reached ten meters away.

Seeing Guo Jing's attitude, Yang Qi immediately understood his intention and his eyes lit up: "Beijing Hero Guo Jing, do you want to come and play with it?"

"According to Mr. Jia's words, he is also an open-minded person. But Mr. Jia's actions are extremely evil. If there is another reason, he can tell Guo, and Guo will never listen to him or believe him. But if not, he cannot let him or her escape." Guo Jing spoke very slowly, saying it clearly, and he said it clearly, and at the same time, ten fingers moved one by one, bent, and finally clenched into a fist. Guo Jing suddenly improved his skills, and his eyes burst out with strange light: "Mr. Jia, tell Guo clearly!"

"Hahahahaha!" Yang Qi suddenly burst into laughter, raised her hand and raised her heart, and said with great enthusiasm: "Come on, the warriors don't need to talk to me. If you want to talk to me, use your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to talk!"

"Okay!" The mysterious skill burst out, and Guo Jing's clothes were blown up by the energy. He slammed and his hair was swaying. Guo Jing stepped on his feet and slashed: "Then Guo will see Mr. Jia's tricks!"

The eighteen palms of the dragon subduing, the battle dragon was in the wild, and it slashed out with a bang.

"Good come!" Faced with such a fierce and powerful palm technique in the world and this overwhelming momentum, Yang Qi instantly forgot everything else. He could not count the game with Zhou Botong. In the real battle, the master's energy and spirit will condense and sublimate it. It is the most intense and splendid moment in his life. Especially for people like Yang Qi, they instantly fell into the mode of being crazy. They are cautious, hiding their identities, tracking the mastermind behind the scenes, and what is good for meeting in the future. They are all left behind.

The only thing I think about now is to fight this legendary palm technique.

If you still hide it, it will be an insult to yourself and the other person!

After letting go of the Three Wonders, he stepped under his feet and the stone bricks cracked and splashed. The red and golden supreme skill was like an angry mad dragon, rumbling through the meridians at a rapid speed. Yang Qi used his palms to fight the dragon in the wild with the same movement as Guo Jing.

The shape is similar but the magical, but it is not bound to the shape. No matter which move or what shape, the fist I, Yang Qi, hit is my own fist! Two similar and different war dragons collided suddenly in the wild on the long street, and rumbling, and a thunder broke out in Xiangyang City. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!