People are in comprehensive martial arts, start to destroy Shaolin

As soon as these words came out, Qiao Feng laughed heartily: "I'm being hypocritical for my brother's sake, punish myself with a jar, punish myself with a jar of punishment."

"Okay!" Zhang Wuwei picked up another altar, "I'll accompany you for an altar."

The two looked at each other, raised their heads and laughed.

Some people don't need too many words, everything is in the wine.

Big mouthfuls of meat, big mouthfuls of wine, the two of them drank one jar after another, drinking to their heart's content.

It wasn't until the moon was on the branches that they all fell asleep in a daze.

On the second day, feeling the softness in his arms, Zhang Wuwei opened his eyes in confusion.

Shaking his aching brain from the hangover, he looked into his arms.

Suddenly sober up.

Huang Rong was actually in his arms, and quickly touched his clothes, why did he change? ? ?
Although he had established a relationship with Huang Rong long ago, he never went any further.

It's really that she is still too young, and he has not settled down now, and wants to wander around in the rivers and lakes.

But this? ? ?

Drinking is wrong, drinking is wrong!

"Second brother." Qiao Feng pushed the door open and walked in carelessly: "Are you awake?"

Zhang Wuwei.
Covering the quilt with one hand: "Wake up, wake up, wait a moment, I'll get up now."

Qiao Feng sat by his bed without knowing it: "Woo, I really enjoyed drinking yesterday."

"You don't know, Brother Wei is a little depressed today, alas, I can take over as the leader of the beggar gang."

"It's actually Ma Dayuan, the deputy head Ma helped a lot."

"However, he didn't know why he died because of his famous stunt."

"Everyone said that Murong Fu did it, but why did he do it?"

"Brother Wei really can't figure it out. Second brother, you have always been smart and have a lot of sources of information. Can you explain to brother Wei?"

Zhang Wuwei was so embarrassed that he just wanted Qiao Feng to leave quickly: "This."

"Hmm~" Huang Rong felt suffocated, and suddenly pushed away the quilt covering her head, and then snorted comfortably: "Brother Wuwei."

Zhang Wuwei blushed for a rare time: "This, that, Brother Qiao, it's not what you think."

Qiao Feng glanced at Zhang Wuwei amusedly: "Hey, man, how dare you do it or not?"

Zhang Wuwei.
"I did not mean that."

Qiao Feng patted him on the shoulder: "Don't make me look down on you!"

He said and left with a smile: "When you are free, you can solve the problem for Brother Wei."

Looking at Huang Rong who was hugging him tightly under the quilt, Zhang Wuwei became a little crazy for a while.

Yes, since I have promised to marry her.

Why keep a certain distance?

hug tightly, cover the quilt
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In the afternoon, Huang Rong's face was rosy, and she walked out of the bedroom shyly leaning against Zhang Wuwei.

He silently nodded to Xiao Zhao, thinking to himself, Xiao Zhao is still right.

Brother Wuwei is good at everything, that's all, she needs to take the initiative.

Thinking of this, his face became even more rosy.

"Are you up?" Qiao Feng looked at Zhang Wuwei with a smile, "Come on, get hungry, eat something."

Zhang Wuwei was indeed hungry, so he sat down unceremoniously, picked up his chopsticks and began to eat:

"Last night, were you in collusion?"

Qiao Feng laughed loudly: "I didn't at first, but I can't stand my brothers and sisters pouring wine."

"You're not young anymore, and Miss Huang is so nice, why don't you know how to cherish it?"

Zhang Wuwei rolled his eyes, yes, he is not small in your eyes.

But they are only seventeen or eighteen, how old are they?
big? ? ?

In the previous life, he was still in high school at this age, okay!

The thing has already happened, it's useless to think too much, Zhang Wuwei took out his innate skills and threw it at Qiao Feng:
"In order to express my gratitude to big brother, I will give you this cheat book."

Qiao Feng glanced carelessly, and instantly became serious:
"This cheat book is too heavy, I can't take it for my brother."

Congenitally weak?
It's really not weak, it's just that the nine yin and nine yangs stole the limelight. It can make Wang Chongyang who is in his 30s and has lost his pure yang.

In just a few years, he overwhelmed the four best and won the first place.

It can be seen that it is extraordinary, but the disciples are incompetent, and no one can practice, so the treasures have to be dusted, and the reputation is not obvious.

Moreover, Qiao Feng's external skills are already very strong, he just missed being as lucky as Duan Yu and Xu Zhu.

Can gain hundreds of years of internal strength.

However, martial arts like Beiming Shengong are not suitable for Qiao Feng at all. On the contrary, this kind of innate skill or the Xiaoyao School's "Eight Wilds and Six Harmonies" only self-respecting skills are suitable for him.

Well, Zhang Wuwei secretly made up his mind that when he got the Eight Desolation and Liuhe, he must pass it on to Qiao Feng.

He wanted to see if Qiao Feng at that time could slap the floor sweeping monk to death with one palm.

Hmph, Shaolin, what was said at the beginning, destroying Shaolin, should be put on the agenda now.

"Brother, are you looking down on me?"

Zhang Wuwei took some food for Huang Rong, and looked at him contemptuously: "Whether you can practice or not?"

Qiao Feng would naturally not be angry with such a small aggressive method.

He just patted Wuwei on the shoulder vigorously, put the cheat book in his arms, picked up the wine glass, and drank it down.

Good brother, don't say anything, it's all in the wine:
"By the way, second brother, do you really know the cause of the death of Deputy Chief Ma?"

Zhang Wuwei nodded: "Well, it's true that Murong Fu didn't die at the hands of Murong Fu."

"Many people can imitate his throat-locking technique."

"boom!"

Qiao Feng slapped the table angrily: "If you let me know who killed Brother Ma, I will make him pay with blood!"

"Second brother, tell brother quickly, how did he die?"

Zhang Wuwei smiled mysteriously: "Don't worry, you will know soon."

Qiao Feng, who was talking about it, looked at Zhang Wuwei in a daze. Since the brother had said it, he would know soon, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Just like that, the two brothers either drank and had fun, or practiced martial arts, and soon arrived at the agreed day of the beggar gang meeting.

After Qiao Feng dressed up, he brought Zhang Wuwei and the others to Xingzi Forest.

"Master, Master!"

Amidst the sound of saluting, Qiao Feng and the others came to the center of the arena.

I saw a big man with a square face talking nonsense: "No, no."

"It's because you beggars didn't wait for our young master in Luoyang."

"It's not that our son is afraid of your beggar gang."

"Do you know that Jiangnan is where our Murong family belongs."

"Why did you come here so casually?"

"This is your fault."

The few elders of the beggar gang who were talking about were extremely angry, and wanted to draw out their weapons and hack to death the man who couldn't stop talking in front of him.

"Haha." Qiao Feng laughed loudly: "The person here is Bao BuTong?"

Bao BuTong looked at the mighty Qiao Feng without any fear, and said proudly:
"That's right, if you don't change your name or surname when you're on the job, Murong's retainer Bao is different, so is Bao Sanye?"

"The person here is Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Gang?"

Seriously daredevil!