Myriad Realms: Opening Decisive Battle at Bright Summit

Chapter 150 Senior Hong, the chicken you are talking about... What kind of chicken do you eat?
"It hurts, it hurts!" Hong Qigong screamed.

Ling Feng waited for Hong Qigong to stand still, then let go of his beard, and smiled apologetically, "Senior Hong, you're welcome."

"I'm being polite to you ghost!" Hong Qigong rubbed his beard, tears were about to come out.

The leading masked man asked viciously, "Boy! Who are you! Where did you come from?"

Ling Feng smiled coldly, "Whether you want to change your name or your surname, Ling Feng!"

The masked men looked at each other.

"Ling Feng?"

"do not know!"

"Have not heard!"

"Unknown junior!"

"The mantis arm is the car!"

The tone of the six masked masters was full of disdain.

Ling Feng sneered and said, "Darba knows, right? Huo Dou, right? Do you know about the 3000 Yuan soldiers besieging Zhongnan Mountain? I killed them all."

"What!" The masked man was shocked.

"Hmph, it's really hard to find anywhere! It doesn't take much effort to get it!"

"When I kill you, I will avenge Prince Huo Dou!"

"This must be another miraculous achievement!"

"What are you talking about with him! Come on!"

The six people swayed, and the sharp blades in their hands rushed towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng smiled coldly, and urged the Great Teleportation of Qiankun, with a move of Nine Yin White Bone Claw, directly blasted all six people out.

The six people screamed again and again, and only then did they realize that this time they really met a strong man.

Before they got up and ran for their lives, Ling Feng's figure flashed strangely, and the nine-yin white bone claws turned into afterimages!

Click click!

The necks and heads of the six people were all crushed and smashed!
Ling Feng's attack was extremely ruthless and merciless!

Hong Qigong hissed, "Little friend, I didn't expect you to have such good kung fu at such a young age! If the old beggar is not mistaken, you seem to be using the Nine Yin Manual Kung fu in the house?"

Ling Feng cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Senior Hong is indeed well-informed."

Hong Qigong said: "The Nine Yin Manual is the treasure of martial arts. As far as the old beggar knows, only people related to Wang Chongyang or Huang Laoxie will use it in this world. Then, may I ask?" Little friend, which one of them are you related to?"

Ling Feng smiled and said: "To be honest, I have nothing to do with them."

Hong Qigong laughed, "Little friend, you are too cautious, but that's okay, the world is dangerous, you should not reveal the origin of your footsteps easily, you should save the old beggar, old beggar, I... cough cough! "

Hong Qigong coughed violently, and the beard at the corner of his mouth was covered with blood.

"Senior Hong!" Ling Feng quickly supported Hong Qigong, ignoring the bad smell on Hong Qigong's body.

At the same time, the inner power of Nine Suns was secretly used to help Hong Qigong heal his injuries.

After a while, Hong Qigong took a deep breath, "Little friend Ling... Thank you! However, my old beggar is exhausted, and it cannot be cured by internal energy healing."

Seeing Hong Qigong's calm expression, Ling Feng couldn't bear it, "Don't say that, Senior Hong, you will live a long life!"

With that said, Ling Feng still needs to practice his skills.

However, Hong Qigong grabbed Ling Feng's wrist and said: "Little friend Ling! Just listen to the old beggar! People are mortal! My old beggar has lived for so long, and I have already taken life and death lightly. Death, come to my old beggar That said, it might not be a relief."

Ling Feng felt sad, "Senior Hong..."

Hong Qigong smiled and said: "Little friend Ling, don't feel sorry for the old beggar. I can meet a young hero like Ling Xiaoyou at the last moment of my life, and this life is already worthwhile. Cough cough, it's a pity that the old beggar has no wine and no chicken, Otherwise, I would really be able to die happily."

Ling Feng hesitated for a moment.

It stands to reason that Hong Qigong's pulse is extremely chaotic now, and he can't stand any troubles, let alone drink or eat meat.

but……

What joy in life, what pain in death?
What is life for?
Just to live longer?
Or is it to live a more unrestrained and joyful life?
Ling Feng thought about it seriously, and asked, "Let me confirm first, Senior Hong, what kind of chicken are you talking about...?"

Hong Qigong smacked his lips, "Of course! I've always loved chicken all my life! What a pity, what a pity!"

Since it is chicken that can be eaten, it is easy to handle.

Ling Feng immediately took out a Dezhou grilled chicken from the Qiankun bag, and took out a bottle of Wuliangye.

Hong Qigong's sleepy old eyes suddenly lit up!
"This! This! Little friend Ling! Cough, no, brother Ling! You are really a living god sent from heaven!"

Hong Qigong danced excitedly, "With wine and chicken, my old beggar has enough for this life! Hahahaha! Come, come, brother Ling, let's eat together!"

Ling Feng smiled and said: "I'm not hungry, old man Hong, this is all yours, you eat slowly, if it's not enough, I'll get it for you."

Hong Qigong tore the chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, while thanking vaguely, "Brother Ling, you are so mean to the old beggar, if the old beggar is not about to die soon, I really want to be sworn brothers with you!"

Ling Feng smiled faintly, "It's a junior's honor to be sworn sworn brothers with Senior Hong."

Hong Qigong immediately said: "Well, we don't have to pay attention to so many rules. From now on, you and I are brothers with different surnames! We don't want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but we want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day!"

Damn it, Senior Hong, you are going a little too far.

I'm still a teenager!
Ling Feng cleared his throat, cupped his hands and said, "Little brother puts big brother first in everything!"

Hong Qigong picked up Wuliangye, gulped it down, and handed it to Ling Feng, "My dear brother! Please!"

Ling Feng didn't dislike it either, and took a gulp, "Brother, please!"

"Hahaha!"

Hong Qigong's hearty and hearty laughter echoed in the forest.

Listening to such laughter, no one would have thought that Hong Qigong was already in a state of recovery.

In Hong Qigong's last moments, being able to live so happily, Ling Feng has fulfilled his responsibility as a brother.

Hong Qigong drank two bottles of Wuliangye in a row, ate two Dezhou grilled chickens, and two Jinfeng grilled chickens. Finally, he patted his stomach contentedly and leaned against the tree trunk.

"Brother, Brother Yu, I ate your chicken and drank your wine. Before I die, I have to give you something in return."

Ling Feng smiled and said: "Brother, younger brother treats you to wine and chicken, it's all right, there is no need to reciprocate."

Hong Qigong said: "You and my brother hit it off right away, and you were the one who accompanied me to have fun with me when I was dying. I am always grateful to you. I am always beggar. The second is the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. It's a pity, dear brother, you are not a member of my beggar gang. The dog beating stick method and the eighteen dragon subduing palms are only passed on to the disciples of the Beggar Gang and cannot be passed on to outsiders. How about it, I Demonstrating it to you once, this is not considered as imparting gong.”

Hong Qigong thought to himself that the moves of the Dog Beating Stick and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are complex and changeable. Back then, Guo Jingguang learned the first three moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and used them for five years. Smart girl, it took more than three months to fully understand the 36-way dog-beating stick method.

He only demonstrated it to Ling Feng once, so what's the big deal?

Just treat it as a dying favor!

Hong Qigong immediately stood up, picked a thin branch, and practiced the dog beating stick technique.

(End of this chapter)