Just as three new players from the Qing Gang and four of them stood outside the door and spoke, Gao Tai had already called Wei Xiaobao by his side.

Gao Tai looked at the little boy with a smile and asked, "What's your name? Is it Xiaobao?"

At this time, the sky was getting darker. The boy smelled the faint smell of blood in the wing room and looked at Gao Tai's face in the darkness and a white cloth wrapped around his head, looking hideous and terrifying.

The boy said tremblingly, "I'm not Xiaobao, what's wrong with you?"

Gao Tai laughed and decided that the child who denied it was Wei Xiaobao. He whispered: "I see that you are eager to protect your mother and have a commendable filial piety. I heard that you are loyal and want to be friends with you."

Although Wei Xiaobao is weird, he is too young now. He is twelve years old and doesn’t have much thought. After hearing Gao Tai’s words, he was a little confused, but he was still very happy and said, “I, Xiaobao, are you willing to be friends with you, a big bearded man!”

"Okay, I see you clever. I'll pass on you a few tricks of skill later, so that you can knock down the bad guy who slapped your mother in the face and kicked you to take revenge. How about it?" Gao Tai shook his beard and smiled.

A hint of joy flashed in Xiaobao's eyes and said, "Okay! Big beard, teach me, I'll hit him!" As he said that, Xiaobao pointed out the door, but saw the old man holding two short swords and three men with fierce faces rushed into the room. He was so scared that he couldn't help but say "ah".

Gao Tai held Xiaobao's neck with his left hand, and his small body flew to the soft bed behind Gao Tai.

Then the two thin men's chain guns, the nine-section whip, the strong man's steel whip and the old man's two swords fell back and forth, and they were about to beat Gao Tai into a blood gourd.

Gao Tai's wooden lamp post, which was more than one meter long with his right hand, turned into a short gun and a nine-section whip. Then he used a steel knife to knock off the steel whip with his left hand, and suddenly released his right hand, and handed over his right hand, and cut out three swords. On the spot, he cut two thin men who were still shaking their whip and trying to throw off the wooden lamp post to the ground.

Among these four people, only the strong man and the old man had the highest martial arts skills. Gao Tai could only use the unique skills of the "Five Tigers Soul-Breaking Spear" and "Five Tigers Breaking Sword" to defeat the two of them with just one move, so that he could concentrate on dealing with the remaining two.

The candlelight was dim, and Gao Tai and the rest of the two of them were full of energy. The Five Tigers' Soul-Breaking Swords made a series of killing moves, and the single swords and the short swords kept colliding, and the weapons intersected. When the jingling sound came out, a few sparks burst out, illuminating the dark wing room.

Xiaobao quietly stood up from behind Gao Tai, poked his head out to look outside. When he happened to see the sparks illuminating, the old man and the strong man looked ferocious, and the weapons in his hand danced into a whirlwind. Xiaobao was so scared that he closed his eyes subconsciously and thought to himself: "This man was seriously injured on his head and couldn't even stand up. He actually killed two people in an instant, but he might not win. I'd better find a way to escape first, so as not to be a private salt dealer's knife to be a ghost!"

Slowly climbing to the edge of the bed, Xiaobao kept trembling as he listened to the jingling sounds in his ears and the flashing sparks in front of him, and he was always worried that he would be killed by a random knife in the next second, so he couldn't get out of bed.

Gao Tai felt his physical strength gradually became less and his headache became more and more serious. Fortunately, Gao Tai's lifelong martial arts experience in his previous life and the martial arts of the Five Tigers and Broken Sect in this life were constantly integrated through combat, which improved Gao Tai's martial arts skills. Then he became more and more energetic, but he suppressed the two of them.

I knew that even if I dragged on, I would be exhausted even if I defeated the two of them. At that time, the salt owl outside rushed in and could only close his eyes and wait for death.

With gritted his teeth, Gao Tai tried hard to use the "Tiger Goes to the Mountain" of the Five Tigers' Breaking Door Knife, and removed the strong man's right arm with a whip, then threw the knife and turned his hand around. The "Oulong Treasure" of the Five Tigers' Broken Soul Gun hit the old man's chest.

The old man's sternum broke into four sections with a click, and then flew backwards.

The strong man was very tough, with a pale face but no sound, but instead punched him with his left hand.

Gao Tai raised his legs and the strong man flew backwards after the old man.

The old man and the strong man flew out in succession to knock the door of the wing room halfway. Gao Tai kicked the two thin men out again. The dozen or so salt owls outside were stunned when they saw this and were shocked. Just as they didn't know how to deal with it, Gao Tai laughed and shouted: "You guys line up! I'll go out and chop off your head one by one!"

A bold and rude voice that was full of energy scared the Yan Xiaoxiao, and he just wanted to go back and ask the gang leader to decide, so he lifted the dead and injured one after another and fled in panic.

At this time, the candlelight in the hall had already shone in. Gao Tai smiled happily, patted Xiaobao's head, and said, "Xiaobao, this group of private salt dealers will not give up. I'm leaving. Now that the injury has not healed, I have to hide."

Xiaobao was beaten up just now, and only Gao Tai wanted to protect him. In addition, Gao Tai was seriously injured but just now defeated the powerful enemy. Xiaobao already regarded Gao Tai as a trustworthy person. When he heard Gao Tai was leaving, he hurriedly asked: "Big Beard! Where are you going? I'll go with you!"

Gao Tai shook his feet and stood up. Xiao Bao held Gao Tai and said, "We just fought with the turtle son's private salt dealer. I have to share the trouble with you!"

Gao Tai smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid? You may be chased after you go out!" After that, Gao Tai looked at Xiaobao with bright eyes.

Xiaobao's face was gloomy and unstable. He remembered the heroic stories told by the storyteller who he loved to hear the most. He suddenly felt a sense of heroism in his heart, patted his chest and said, "I'm not afraid! We men must be loyal!"

Gao Tai laughed and said, "Okay, you share the hardships with me, I have to treat you well!"

Gao Tai asked Xiaobao to pick up the steel knife, and then picked up two copper hairpins from the collapsed table. It must be the things of the hostess who lives in this room.

The two staggered out of Lichunyuan. The middle-aged prostitute was still persuading Xiaobao not to leave, but Xiaobao just said to go and go back. The two walked out of Lichunyuan within a few steps.

He looked up at the night as water. There was no one from the Qing Gang on the street. Gao Tai pointed to the cart waiting for the living outside the gate of Mingyufang and said, "Let's go and take care of a car."

Xiaobao nodded and supported Gao Tai over and shouted: "Hold a car!"

The person who drove the carriage was a middle-aged man. He saw that Gao Tai had some blood on his face, and he looked fierce and terrifying. He also had a blood-stained steel knife in his hand. It was bright and trembling. He whimpered and said, "Uncle, my uncle, what are your instructions?"

"I'll give you the money for the car." Gao Tai took out a ingot of silver from his arms, and a few of them were five or six taels, threw it to the handlebar, and said in a deep voice, "Take me a ride."

The handlebars quickly put the silver away, then put down the pedal, Gao Tai turned around and looked at Xiaobao and asked, "You have time to go back now, are you sure you will go with me?"

Xiaobao glared and said, "You are not a big bearded person, you have no one to serve you!"

Gao Tai laughed, reached out and pulled Xiao Bao into the car, and ordered: "Send us to Desheng Mountain in the west of the city!"

The coachman was stunned, swallowed and asked in a low voice, "Callant, go outside the city so late?"

"What? What's the obstacle?" Gao Tai picked up the steel knife in his hand and wiped the blood with a piece of rotten cloth on the car.

The bright sword light made the driver's heart chill, and he kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay, the villain will drive now." After saying that, he put down the car and drove out of the city.

Gao Tai lay in the car and closed his eyes to rest, slowly using the breathing method of internal martial arts to restore his physical strength.

It was already three o'clock at night, but Xiaobao was not sleepy at all. His eyes were full of agility and he kept looking at Gao Tai. He had several ghost ideas in his mind. After a while, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Big Bearded Man, do you say you want to teach me martial arts, is it true or false?"

"Do you really want to learn?" Gao Tai opened his eyes, saw Xiaobao nodding, and smiled, "If you really want to learn, how about you worship me as your teacher? I can teach you my lifelong skills, and no one can bully you casually at that time."

Because Wei Xiaobao was protected by Gao Tai once, he felt a little bit Muru's affection for Gao Taiping, but he was still a little embarrassed to make him become a teacher, and he was a little hesitant when he heard this.

Gao Tai knew that his ability, status and reputation were difficult for subjugating Wei Xiaobao, so he did not force him to continue to close his eyes and rest. At the same time, he looked through several of his cards in his mind.
Chapter completed!