As Hebiweng took Princess Shaomin away, the Mongolian masters were like river dams pouring out, coming and going quickly. Kutoutuo and Lu Zhanke fought hard to get Yang Guo's three swords before they could barely escape from the sky.

However, Huo Forefather Tuo and the King of Golden Wheel were not injured much. Hong Qigong was determined to retreat to the enemy and did not fight to kill the King of Golden Wheel, so both of them were just losing their internal strength.

Like the two disciples, they also escaped a lot.

Dongfang Bai and A Er and A San are almost the strongest masters except King Jinlun and others. It is not easy for Xiaolongnu to be able to block Dongfang Bai, and A Er and A San have mastered their perfect foreign kung fu, and no one can stop it except Guo Jing. Qiu Chuji and his men won the few with more and won the few, so they did not let many people kill in front of Guo Jing.

As for Huo Du, when he saw the Beggars' Sect setting up a large formation to kill dogs, he was so scared that he ran away in panic.

In the end, the heroes of the Central Plains only left behind some soldiers and wrestlers from the Tibetan border Wu Chou and Mongolia, and most of them were dead and had no considerable results.

After seeing Ouyang Feng away, Yang Guo returned to Xiaolongnu.

"Aunt, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Although that person is powerful, my light skills are far better than him and I'm not injured. Guo'er, where are you?"

Xiaolongnu stared at him with beautiful eyes, full of care.

Yang Guo held her hand and said, "I'm fine, but I let those people run away."

Xiaolongnu had a slightly chin on her head and nodded, and she didn't ask much. Obviously, she didn't care much about the life and death of those people.

When the two returned to Guo Jing, Guo Jing had already spit out a turbid air from his mouth and woke up slowly.

Although the other party's sudden sneak attack was something he had never expected, fortunately, he had profound internal skills and the four words "There is no more than enough" of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. When one palm came out, he had to leave enough energy so that he did not cause any disability.

The Huo Forefather Tuo was full of ruthless and vicious skills, and the Golden Wheel Dharma King had a scheming but unintentional move, the move the two of them worked together was shocked. Even if they changed to any of the five masters, they would probably not be seriously injured. Guo Jing was able to suppress the injuries in his body in a short period of time, which shows that his skills were becoming increasingly profound and no longer the same as before.

"Brother Jing, your injury?"

When Huang Rong saw her husband wake up, she immediately cared for him.

Guo Jing's face turned pale and his breath was weak, "It's okay, I have used the Nine Yin True Qi to regulate my breathing and barely suppress my injuries, but I may not be able to fight with others within a month."

"Jing'er, just recover from your injuries. Just leave any trouble to this kid!"

Hong Qigong pulled Yang Guo in front of him and recommended himself for him.

In fact, Guo Jing was injured and Huang Rong should have been in charge of the family. However, when Hong Qigong saw that she was ill, he only asked after asking about it that Huang Rong was pregnant with her second child. He thought that no one would care about such a big stall, so he moved his heart and pulled Yang Guo as a coolie.

Guo Jing suddenly saw Hong Qigong appear, and was startled at first, then was extremely surprised, and even his complexion became a little rosy.

"Master, you are here too!"

Hong Qigong smiled and said, "Hehe, the old beggar arrived early, and you, the fool, don't know."

Guo Jing smiled and said, "The disciple is worried that no one will take charge of the overall situation. Now that you are here, you can save effort!"

The smile on Hong Qigong's face disappeared and he said with a broken face: "I'm so old, are you still embarrassed to bother me?"

"But except for you, Master..."

When Guo Jing was about to say something, Huang Rong interrupted and said, "Brother Jing, you should recuperate yourself first, I will deal with it."

"This, okay!"

Guo Jing nodded helplessly, and with the help of Dawu and Xiaowu, he sat down to rest.

Xiao Wu kept his head down and did not dare to see Hong Qigong at all. At this moment, he was still covered in cold sweat, as if his own disaster had just begun.

Hong Qigong looked at the boy with a smile, hesitating for a moment, but he still didn't plan to make a fortune with him, but he still had to beat him up afterwards.

Yang Guoan blamed Hong Qigong for taking him to work as a coolie at will. After returning the Qiushui Sword to Sun Buer, he took Xiaolongnu and Shuang'er to the side.

But everyone couldn't help but look at them frequently, especially Yang Guo, who just now fought against the three masters, and his overly young appearance made everyone even more admirable.

After inquiring about someone who is interested, he found out his name and caused a stir.

After all, the most famous young man in the world has been a young man named Yang Guo. Now the two have matched their names and ages, and their martial arts are even higher than the rumored ones, so everyone has no doubts.

At this time, Huang Rong spoke to comfort everyone, but when everyone looked at Yang Guoshi at the same time, she realized that after telling the strong enemy that they had retreated, she also introduced Hong Qigong to those present.

After learning that the old man in front of him was the nine-fingered beggar Hong Qigong, everyone looked at him with a respectful look, and the disciples of the Beggar Gang even paid a visit, and the sounds were as loud as thunder.

Hong Qigong said loudly: "Today, Mongolia knew that we were holding a hero banquet here, so we had planned for a long time and did such a despicable act. In the end, stealing chickens failed to lose rice. Instead, we asked the heroes of the Central Plains to laugh out loud..."

Everyone agreed loudly and burst into laughter.

Hong Qigong continued: "However, it can be seen that although the Mongolian iron cavalry is strong, it is not unparalleled. As long as we Han people in the world are united, they will still be afraid and will still be beaten and flee like today!"

Most of the people who came to the hero banquet this day were bloody men. Seeing that national affairs were getting worse and disaster was imminent, they had long been worried. Now Hong Qigong personally stood up to lead the heroes, and the loyal and righteous heroes responded as if they were responding.

Hong Qigong looked at everyone and nodded, and his voice instantly said with a loud voice: "What we do today is all about serving the country with loyalty. We really have no selfishness. As long as we are willing to go to the national crisis with the old beggars, we will pick up a bowl of wine and drink it with me. If you are afraid, you can leave by yourself. All my disciples of the Beggars' Sect must not be stopped!"

These words came from his mouth, like a loud bell ringing, full of blood. Everyone present felt that their blood was boiling, so they picked up a bowl of wine and drank it with them.

"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"

"Old Master Hong!!!"

"Old Master Hong!!!"

"Old Master Hong!!!"

At this time, Lujiazhuang was cheering and thunderous, and they all cheered loudly for Hong Qigong.

When Huang Rong saw her mentor beside her, she frowned slightly. With her understanding of Hong Qigong, she was afraid that there would be some information. After all, she had been a hand-off manager for more than ten years, so how could she suddenly take on the responsibility and take on this task?

It’s not that Hong Qi’s disciple has a reputation and only knows how to enjoy and have fun, but he is now in a weak state and is always not as strong as he used to be. If he had not been traveling around the world for more than ten years, but stayed in the gang to deal with things, he would have probably been buried in the loess long ago.

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Chapter completed!