Legend of the Great Saint

Little * *: “Head hunting, your body! ”

“Is my body well, Blackwind Village and Dragon Gate men gone? ”

“They still refuse to retreat, so be sure to meet the master of the village. ”

“Tell them I'm seriously ill and can't see each other. If anyone dares to barge in, you're welcome to shoot them!” The yellow tiger put his hands on the stove, which was supposed to be cat this winter.

“The yellow hunter is so loud, even I, Yang, want to shoot someone?” A voice sounded suddenly from outside the door, the door shattered, the wind stormed in, a long sword hung at the waist, the elegant middle-aged man stood at the door, his eyes sharply glistened like a sword, not as gentle as the surface appeared.

Huang Si Tiger didn't dare to be lazy. He jumped up and hugged his fist. “Yang Zhengmen, it's been a long time! ”

A hundred miles away, only one person can be referred to as the master. The person who comes is the master of the Dragon Gate sect. Yang An Zhi, he is the first person in Qingyang if he singles out martial arts.

And the nearby Gao Gate gate, if any children want to practice martial arts, will send to the Dragon Gate pie. These gentlemen's brothers gather together, it is inevitable to tread arrogantly, but at the same time it is also a great force, even in the case of Qingyang's white road power.

Yang An weighed the yellow disease tiger: “Your illness has healed. No wonder the elders in my door refused to see each other. I don't bother talking too much. Where is Ling Jin? ”

Huang Si Tiger said: “I have not seen any spiritual ginseng. Is Yang Zhengmen trying to bully me and no one in Le Ma Zhuang?” Dozens of hunting bows point to Yang An Zhi, and the hunters in the estate have reacted.

Yang An Zhi: “If you add another fissile bow, you may be able to keep me. Why don't you try yellow hunting head? ”

Huang Si Tiger's eyes squinted: “What do you mean? ”

Yang An Zhi: “The Bear Master is right outside the door. Your Rift Rock bow killed his three masters. Do you want to mess with us? ”

Huang Si Tiger laughed out loud: “The leader of Tangtang Qingyang Baiduo, the most brutal bandit leader mixed together, don't you really have a face? By the way, I forgot, you're no different. You're all bullies, bullies, bullies, bullies, bullies, bullies, bullies, bullies, bullies, bullies, bullies, bullies. ”

Anger appeared on Yang 'an's face, his hands rested on the handle of the sword, but the surrounding bow strings tightened, causing him to stop. Cold and threatening: “Yellow hunters may not be afraid, but if there is a real war, how many people can I see alive in this house? ”

"“ I've eaten the spiritual ginseng, "said Huang Sihu." Yang Zhangmen, you can't bring it back. ”

Yang An Zhi: “You really have the spiritual ginseng, don't lie to me. The spiritual ginseng can never be digested overnight, nor can it be swallowed alone. You have used it for so long, now hand it over. I will read your love, or I can help you against the Black Wind Village. ”

Huang Si Tiger said: "If I say eat it, I eat it. If you don't believe in hunting head, come and take it! ”

The bow strings are full, the sword sheaths out, and the war triggers.

The little black man beside him suddenly said: “We haven't seen any spiritual ginseng. Our head hunting disease is good. We drank the liquor from Li Qingshan. If you want to find it, go find him! ”

When Yang An's eyes lit up, Huang Si Hu was furious and drank: “Shut up! ”

Xiao Blackhead said: “Head hunter, he is just an outsider. He gave you spirit wine and took a fissile bow. We don't owe them anything. Why fight your life to protect him? I am also thinking for the sake of Zhuang Zi! ”

Yang An's smile: “I see. Someone wrong about Brother Huang. No wonder the boy's martial arts are so fast forward, so don't pass.” If Li Qingshan were here, he would know that his light work was ten times higher than that of his son Yang Jun and his disciples.

Without orders, the hunters dared not release the arrows easily. Yang 'an Zhiyuan left a message: “Yellow hunter did indeed have a ruler, Zhuang Zhongzi's moment has been missed. ”

Huang Si Tiger's face is even more ugly. The leader of any power must have absolute authority. As long as a decision is made, whether right or wrong, no subordinate can easily disobey.

“Li Qingshan and I had saved lives. He took out the spirit despite the risk. He trusted me. Otherwise, no one would know that he was carrying the spirit. You have wronged me. ”

Blackie kneels: "Blackie wills to die! ”

The hunters gathered to persuade each other, "Hunting heads, little black is for the sake of Zhuang Zi!” “After so many days, Qingshan has fled somewhere, we don't have to resist. ”

Li Qingshan looked at the big man who climbed the rolling belt to inform him. His eyes fell again on the fearless man who stayed in front of the door. "Am I that scary? ”

Leaving the big man only hated his legs and feet slowly and let his companion take the lead. As for the horrible and scary question, he was afraid to answer. All he knew was that the teenager in front of him had killed dozens of bandits himself, and he got inside information, knowing that he would slaughter Qingyang's famous black wind house until his death. People like that are not scary. Who else is scary?

A young man in his thirties, full of fierce faces of rivers and lakes, any ordinary person will feel scared when he sees it, but the other is 15 years old, and his face is not yet full of naivety, there is no viciousness at all.

But the former sees the latter, and it's like a rat sees a cat, and it's kind of weird. Li Qingshan suddenly realized that his reputation had been established. Although it began with the not-so-nice nickname "Downhill Tiger”, it was enough to deter Xiaoxiao.

A moment of kung fu, Li Long walked out the door, saw Li Qingshan, his heart suddenly jumped, his eyes dared not look at his eyes, and he remembered the bloody scene he had seen in the mountains a few days earlier, an uncompressible fear rose from his heart.

He smiled unnaturally: "Yes... it's Aoyama, our doorman invites you! ”

Li Qingshan stepped inside the door, bypassed the wall of the film with the word "Wu" on it, walked through the courtyard door, and came to the practice field. He saw only a strong man with his chest exposed in two rows. He was welcoming, but the divine color was not good.

Iron Fist Gate master Liu Hongdama sat on the master's chair with a cross knife. “Are you Li Qingshan, the mountain tiger? ”

Li Qingshan frowned. If anyone told him now, he could change the nickname to a better one. He would not hesitate to rush to kill him.

“The doorman wants to talk to you!” The nearest man to Liu Hong sounded like Hung Zhong's drink. He was covered in muscles, painted full of tattoos and slightly raised temples. He appeared to be a master at both internal and external repairs.

Li Qingshan estimated that the strength of this person should be above the three heads of household. No wonder he spoke to himself like this. Iron Fist Gate can dominate in Qingyang City, and there are things that can be handled.

Li Long hastily said: "Brother Big Brother is angry, Qingshan is from the village, I have not seen the world.” Pulling Li Qingshan's sleeve again: “Haven't seen my master yet. ”

Li Qingshan arched his hand at will: “I've seen old hero Liu!” But with little respect, Liu Hong's eyebrows were lifted, and the Iron Fist disciples on both sides were angry.

Li Long's heart blames him for not knowing anything. You have already offended Black Wind Village. It is only possible to solve this problem if you ask the master to take the lead and let the Huang Si Tiger of Lema Zhuang come out again. Master is a second-rate master of the hall. Isn't he worth a visit?

“This is our big brother, the people of Jianghu say...” Li Qingshan waved to interrupt: “The name of the miscellaneous fish, you don't have to remember.” He's not disrespectful, but he's never been polite before.

Li Long's voice stagnated, his big brother's face instantly rose red, his bones snapped and his momentum forced him to Li Qingshan.