Asking to see the young Taoist who is the head of the Barberry Sect, it is naturally Qian Qingjian. Originally, he came to Nanyang City in the second half of the night, but he felt that it was too abrupt to go to the door to deliver the letter in the second half of the night, and it was not polite enough, so he found an inn and slept for half a night.

As soon as he entered the door of the hall, Qian Qingjian felt that the atmosphere was very wrong. There were fifty or sixty people sitting in this hall, all of them staring at him, and there was not the slightest hint of friendliness in these eyes. Qian Qingjian couldn't help but feel a little nervous, what the hell is this going to be over or what?

He has been in the Yellow River Gang for a long time, and he knows a lot about the tricks between gangs on the rivers and lakes, but he didn't expect that the Barberry Sect would play such a game for him.

Just as he walked in in disbelief, he only heard the sound of "dangchang", as if a porcelain cup had fallen to the ground.

Qian Qingjian did not look for the person who threw the cup, but quickly looked around the hall, and saw that there was no legendary Wu Bai knife and axe hand pouring out, so he looked at the person who threw the cup, but found that it was a young woman with a flower letter, and at this moment the young woman was also looking at him directly, with an extremely complicated expression on her pretty face, which ...... This woman is so familiar!

He instantly remembered who this woman was, this was Li Xinghua on the edge of the Yellow River!

The memory goes back to one day two years ago, when a minion of the Yellow River Gang came out of breath and told him that he had found a stunning village girl, so he chased after him, carried the village girl back to his residence, and pressed the village girl to the bed...... It was his craziest experience for men and women, for three days and three nights, he didn't get out of bed.

That year, Qian Qingjian was eighteen years old.

Every man will have eighteen years old, and eighteen is an infinitely beautiful age for men. There is a folk proverb within the Yellow River Gang that describes the benefits of a man's youth: 20 watches, 30 nights, 40 markets, 50 and a half months, 60 touches, and 70 talks......

Men between the ages of eighteen and twenty can fight more continuously, once and for five days. Of course, if there is no woman who is worthy of a man's more struggle, then this period of time will become a man's regret when he gets old.

The appearance of this village girl is definitely worthy of Qian Qingjian's more hard work, this village girl is Li Xinghua!

For three days and three nights, Qian Qingjian didn't get out of bed even if he ate and drank, fought five watches every night, and slept with Li Xinghua during the day, which can be described as the best time in his life.

It's just that on the fourth day, the master's ghost sect dragon king Sha Tongtian summoned Qian Qingjian to follow him to run errands, Qian Qingjian could only reluctantly leave this peach-like woman temporarily, and when he left, Li Xinghua was asleep.

Qian Qingjian was full of calculations, and was ready to marry Li Xinghua as Mrs. Zhai when he came back from running errands with the master, but he didn't expect that when he came back, Li Xinghua had already escaped without a trace.

At this time, the two looked at each other from a distance, and Qian Qingjian also had mixed feelings, and only said one word: "You ......"

Without waiting for Qian Qingjian to say anything, after Ke Yinong and Guo Jiuniu glanced at each other, Guo Jiuniu drank: "Take down this lewd road for me!"

The sound of Guo Jiuniu shook the hall and buzzed, and the martial arts figures on the chairs on both sides of the hall jumped up one after another, without saying a word, their fists and feet were exhausted, and all kinds of fists and fingers were grasped, and all kinds of grappling techniques were greeted by Qian Qingjian.

"What's the matter?" Qian Qingjian only had time to ask these five words, and he had to deal with the fists and feet of these martial artists, he unfolded the Quanzhen palm technique, his palms flew up and down, his legs kicked forward and back, and for a while, he only heard the sound of bangbang, his body had been hit seven or eight times, and there were five or six people who were knocked to the ground by him.

At this moment, Qian Qingjian was full of envy for Guo Jing's stupid boy, that stupid boy must be learning from Hong Qigong at this time to descend the dragon and eighteen palms, who has any life, if we will also descend the dragon eighteen palms, these dozens of rabble will immediately become floating clouds, and one move "Kanglong has regrets" can knock down a row.

But then again, although he doesn't know the superb martial arts of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon, he has twenty years of internal strength and is not a vegetarian, whenever his body is hit, his own internal force is stimulated to resist, but he doesn't feel any pain, let alone any injuries.

And those martial artists who were knocked to the ground by him were temporarily difficult to stand up, this is still Qian Qingjian's measure, otherwise it is very likely to cripple and kill people. Here he did not dare to kill someone, and if he did, then he would not be able to run away.

The martial artist who was defeated by Qian Qingjian had someone behind him drag him out of the battle circle, and then a latecomer would make up for it and continue the vicious fight.

Looking at this scene, after nine years and Ke Yinnong exchanged a look, after nine years said with a solemn face: "I didn't expect that the martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect are so high, this is just a young Taoist, if the seven sons of Quanzhen come, wouldn't we be invincible?"

Ke Yinnong looked sad and said, "Yes, just now Mo Xian's nephew also said that they are several Taoist priests together, as long as they all come here, we have no chance of winning." ”

Ke Yinnong's voice did not fall, only to hear someone outside the hall shouting: "Under the Quanzhen Sect, Hao Datong, the son of Guangning, Liu Chuxuan, the eldest son, Tan Chuduan, the eldest son of Tan, and Sun Buer, the pure and scattered person, and their disciples ask to see Ke Zhangmen!"

This sentence was said by four people in turn, the three men and one woman were all full of vitality and internal strength, and the words were clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone in the hall.

This is really afraid of what, no wonder the name of the seven sons of Quanzhen resounded all over the rivers and lakes, second only to the East Evil West Poison Southern Emperor and Northern Beggar, this does not need to see the other party's shot, just listen to the voice to know, as long as any one of the seven sons comes in, plus this little Taoist priest who is fighting, he can basically retreat with his whole body. And the extra three sons of Quanzhen, if there are a few apprentices like this young Taoist priest, and then they shoot at the same time, it will be the strength of everyone present, and it is not a problem to try to take the people in this hall in one nest.

Thinking of this, Ke Yinnong didn't dare to let his subordinates continue to fight, since he couldn't force himself, then he would be reasonable, although your Quanzhen Sect is strong in martial arts and strong in strength, but everything can't be lifted by a single word, you can't say that you can be justified in picking flowers, right?

"Stop! Please, all the real people!" Ke Yinnong ordered.

The head of the Barberry Sect spoke, and the martial artists naturally complied, and the dozens of people involved in the fight immediately jumped out of the circle and returned to their original seats.

At this time, a group of Taoist priests rushed in from the door, the first one was over forty years old, fat and tall, wearing Taoist robes but no sleeves, and bowed his hand to Ke Yinnong, who was sitting on the tiger skin chair, and said: "Hao Datong of the Quanzhen faction, together with his junior brothers and sisters, came to congratulate Ke Zhangmen on marrying his daughter. A little courtesy, not a respect. ”