Xu Qing was stunned, and suddenly shouted: "What fell from the sky and picked up from the ground, I saw it first and it was mine!" ”

The beggar took the silver ring into his arms and said viciously: "Get out, don't roll Lao Tzu to kill you." ”

It seems that he didn't want to lose this hiding place, but only wanted to scare the peasant boy away.

Xu Qing shouted angrily: "You are so shameless to call Huazi, you eat my sweet potatoes and grab things, you dare to move a finger of me today, believe it or not, a brick will slap you to death." ”

Xu Qingyi, who seemed to have been wronged, grabbed a clay brick in his hand, and stared at the poisonous dragon with his eyes without showing weakness.

The poisonous dragon was aroused, and raised the big slap of the pu fan and pumped it towards Xu Qing's face, the speed was extremely fast, and ordinary people would definitely be swollen with a blue nose and a swollen face.

However, Xu Qing waited for him to make the first move, and the kung fu of the eighteen falls of the clothes paid attention to the first strike, and only the opponent could use his strength to attack first.

The slap came, Xu Qing turned his head away, turned his palm and clasped the poisonous dragon's wrist, and the other hand raised the brick and slapped it towards the back of the opponent's head.

Disheveled!

The bricks were shattered into slag, and the poisonous dragon's head slammed, but he reacted very quickly, and slammed his knee into Xu Qing's crotch, if he hit him, he was afraid that he would end up with a chicken and an egg.

Xu Qing had already taken precautions, and jumped back, and his palms, which had been gathering momentum for a long time, shot out in the air, and two strong and fierce positive yang qi blasted towards the poisonous dragon's chest.

The poisonous dragon that was slapped with a black brick reacted quickly, and he couldn't avoid this back move, and he was hit by two palms in his chest and flew out with a scream, and his back hit the unreliable temple wall with a bang, and he actually knocked half of the wall down, causing a cloud of mud and dust.

Xu Qing, who was fighting with the ancient martial artist of the Xuanjing Realm for the first time, was extremely nervous in his heart, and before the poisonous dragon could get up and raise his palms, the seven-style Zhengyang palm was shot out continuously, bang bang bang...... Streams of scorching positive yang qi slammed towards the poisonous dragon, and he had only one thought in his heart, he must not let this guy have the opportunity to release that bunch of poisonous ants and poisonous snakes, otherwise it would be a big trouble!

The poor poisonous dragon was vainly a Xuanjing ancient martial artist, and before he could use many killing moves, he was slapped by a series of Zhengyang palms and broke his tendons, and with the last bit of strength, he tore open his clothes, tilted his head and fainted.

Xu Qing slapped his head dozens of times before he gradually calmed down, and saw that the poisonous dragon buried in the broken bricks had not made a sound, and the two legs that were suddenly stretched out outside were broken by the palm force at the knees, revealing white and miserable bones, leaving only two thin flesh and skin connected, and red blood smeared the ground.

Seeing that even if he didn't hang up on the spot, he wouldn't live long, Xu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out a short sword from his waist and walked over cautiously.

As the so-called hundred-legged insect dies but does not stiffen, he doesn't dare to be careless when he encounters this kind of guy who can play poison, if he turns against him, it will be a big loss.

Seeing that it is less than a meter away from the place where the poisonous dragon fell, quack! A strange scream suddenly sounded, and then a gray thing jumped out of the broken bricks, folded in mid-air, and shot at Xu Qingmian's door.

Almost out of energy, Xu Qing didn't want to swing his sword to slash at the oncoming thing, and his head was tilted to the left. The mass of objects flashed against the blade of the sword, and fell behind him with a pop, sounding like a plastic bag filled with water.