Martial arts: I, Yang Guo, really only know a little bit of martial arts

Just when Huang Rong was looking out at the snow field with her slender neck straight.

Yang Guo lightened his body, and stood in front of Li Mochou, with a dignified expression, holding the Acacia Bitter Sword.

Amidst the surging internal force, the clothes fluttered and the hair danced wildly.

"open!"

A crimson sword energy gushed out from the sword body, facing the illusory flying dragon.

Stab la la la——

The collision of the long dragon and the sword energy immediately caused a piercing sound of tearing the wind.

The two stalemate for a while.

Violent energy overflowed, and the tables and chairs in the hall were immediately thrown out and fell to the ground, making a "clang, clang" sound.

As the qi and internal force cancel each other out.

But the inn fell into dead silence again, only the cold wind and the falling rain were left in the silence.

Long silence.

"call……"

Yang Guo let out a foul breath, and looked out at the pitch-black snow field with a calm expression.

Sand, sand, sand...

With the sound of feet stepping on the snow, a figure slowly appeared.

This person had white hair and an old face. His patched clothes were covered by rain and snow and had not been wiped off. His eyes were dull and dull, and he did not have the spirit that a congenital master should have.

It makes people feel lifeless, like a marionette.

At this moment, he was looking at Li Mochou's direction with dull eyes, as if he was waiting for something.

Upstairs, Huang Rong could only see the face and clothes of the person coming, but she was far away, so she couldn't see clearly.

"Seven Dukes!"

After exclaiming, Huang Rong's pretty reddish face showed joy.

I just feel that this trip is not all a bad thing.

"Fu'er help her mother down, don't hurt your temper."

Guo Fu supported Huang Rong, and asked curiously, "Mother, is he Hong Qigong?"

Hong Qigong traveled all over the world, roaming the rivers and lakes, he is a hero who is at ease.

Guo Fu had never seen him before, but she was a little curious to see him today.

"Fu'er, Qi Gong is my mother's master, if you want to call me Shi Gong, you can't be so rude."

Although Huang Rong was preaching, there was joy in her words.

Thinking about it, Huang Rong missed Hong Qigong very much after not seeing him for a long time.

Guo Fuxu hugged Huang Rong's arm and acted like a baby, but her watery almond eyes fell on Hong Qigong from time to time.

I want to see what kind of character this hero that my parents usually talk about is like.

Yang Guo has good ears, he listened to what the two said.

Just looking at the expressionless Hong Qigong, Yang Guo felt something was wrong in his heart.

"How's Guo'er, are you not hurt?" Xiao Longnu asked softly, standing beside Yang Guo.

Yang Guo shook his head, just when he was about to say "no problem".

The strange whistle sounded again.

Surrounded in the lobby of the inn, lingering for a long time, annoying and annoying.

And almost at the same time as the whistle sounded.

Hong Qigong moved suddenly, and the big pale hands hanging on his waist slapped Yang Guo's face with incomparably fierce aura.

As soon as he made a move, it meant to take someone's life.

Seeing this, Xiao Longnv raised her sword to defend it, but Yang Guo stepped forward to meet her first.

"It's good to meet him later, aunt, you can ask Li Mochou what's going on.

And... Be careful... I'm afraid there are still enemies outside! "

Yang Guo didn't want Xiaolongnv to take risks, so he wanted to try the water first.

Seeing the white hair fluttering in front of him and Hong Qigong approaching menacingly, Yang Guo immediately made a decision.

Take the initiative to take over the dragon's golden bell that was originally rotating by itself.

A moment of thought.

The skin all over his body glowed with a golden glow, making Yang Guo more and more mysterious.

With the cold wind howling outside the window, Yang Guo's sword-like eyebrows were cold, and he jumped up, the fluttering sleeves brought the hunting wind to drink.

puff--

Snapped--

The two hurriedly fought for a round, and then a low and dull sound came out.

There was nothing unusual about Yang Guo's attack, it's just that the palm of his hand that received the blow just now was slightly red.

Another six or seven rounds later.

Doubts were like clouds, and more and more accumulated in Yang Guo's heart.

In front of him, Hong Qigong's palm strength and stellar energy are at the level of a master, but his moves, stellar energy control, skills and other things are even more childish than Jinlun Fawang.

Like a child who has suddenly gained strength, he can only rush around and has extremely poor control.

When Hong Qigong didn't use all his strength to activate the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Yang Guo took advantage of the flaws in his moves and gained the upper hand.

So Yang Guo came up with the idea of ​​wanting to capture Hong Qigong alive.

"Sister."

Hearing the soft call, Li Mochou turned her head to the side, looked at Xiao Longnu's eyes that were as cold as the autumn moon, and turned her head away.

She sighed slightly, "Junior Sister, you found a good man."

Xiao Longnv nodded irrefutably, and said with a slight smile, "He's very good, I like it very much."

Seeing Xiao Longnu's unrestrained affection from her brows, Li Mochou was in a trance, feeling very familiar.

It seems... as if... the self ten years ago...

Trapped in memories, Li Mochou remained silent.

"Senior sister, do you know what's going on?"

A soft voice of inquiry sounded.

Li Mochou came back to her senses slowly, listening to the question, she subconsciously remembered the days when she was hiding in Tibet, and suddenly there was a hint of anger in her eyes, and she said slowly:

"Those who want to kill Senior Sister are members of the Miaojiang Five Poison Sect.

And now the one who is fighting against your little apprentice is Hong Qigong, the famous northern beggar in the Jianghu.

It's just that this northern beggar has killed wicked people all his life, and he didn't expect karma to end up in the hands of wicked people. It's really ridiculous. "

At this time Huang Rong had already come downstairs.

He also noticed Hong Qigong's strangeness, and after listening to Li Mochou's words just now, he felt uneasy.

"Sister Long, can Daoist Li explain in detail what's going on with Old Clan Leader Hong?"

Li Mochou glanced at Huang Rong, sneered and said:

"This old beggar has been in the world for most of his life, but he was tricked and used as a swordsman. It really opened the eyes of the poor."

"Hey! Li Mochou, why are you talking to my mother! Don't you remember that you were beaten away by my parents a few years ago?"

Guo Fu has a fiery temper, she couldn't stand Li Mochou's cynicism and immediately walked out.

Li Mochou is even more of a murderer without batting an eyelid. She raised her eyebrows and replied, "Who is this poor man? It turns out to be the leader of Huang Gang. That's really disrespectful, disrespectful!"

Wu Xiuwen glared and shouted: "Li Mochou, you are looking for death!"

"Why, you just take advantage of people's danger?"

……

upstairs.

Lu and Bai looked at the little dragon girl who was caught in the middle, and both felt a little distressed.

But at this moment, Xiao Longnv's eyes fell on Yang Guo, listening to the strange whistle, thoughtfully, she took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom with her slender fingers, and put it on her delicate cherry lips.

The cold and quiet "Woooooooooooo" sound like a moonlit night slowly came out from the porcelain vase.

Hong Qigong, who was preparing Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, suddenly froze, his body went limp, and he collapsed.

Yang Guo was also taken aback, but he tentatively extended his sword finger, pointing at Hong Qigong's large acupoints, sealing his qi in his dantian.

It was just now that Jiujiu was unable to take Hong Qigong down.

Yang Guo is ready to kill.

There is still a big difference in difficulty between capturing alive and killing.

Yang Guo's spirit was still tense, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his anger sank to his dantian, he said coldly: "It's cold outside, everyone... why don't you come in and have a seat?"