Nangong Haotian also stopped and returned the greeting: "Yes, I am exactly the same."
When the young man heard this, he explained: "The Xiaohegou is still more than ten miles away from here. It would take an ordinary person half an hour to cross country from this place. Please go straight between these two small villages from this place."
Someone will greet you then."
After saying that, he turned around and pointed to two small villages a few miles to the southeast.
Nangong Haotian saw that although the other party's attitude was not very friendly, he was still decent and his words were measured. He smiled lightly and said: "Thank you!"
After finishing his words, Nangong Haotian suddenly turned around, launched his Qing Kung Fu, and flew towards the distance between the two small villages in the direction pointed by the young Huazi.
Nangong Haotian already had a hunch at this time. Judging from the young Huazi who had just given the directions and the middle-aged Huazi who had left first in the restaurant, this matter might be related to the Beggar Gang.
"Beggars' Gang, Beggars' Gang..." Nangong Haotian suddenly moved and nodded, but he suddenly thought of the dead God of Death.
Nangong Haotian's heart was shaken when he thought of the powerful killing god. He didn't know if the powerful killing god was a senior of the Beggar Clan or someone related to him.
He only remembered that among the big figures who besieged the Demon Dragon Slayer King in the past, there was the God of Death and others.
As for the details, appearance and age of those people, as well as their sect origin, he didn't know.
Of course, such as Master of Techniques and Taoist Master Wuchen, these are the top figures in Shaolin Wudang today. Although he doesn't know it clearly, he also learned some about it from the memory of Nangong Haotian in his previous life.
For example, the Silver Shirt Swordsman, a lay disciple of the Emei Sect, is a prominent figure known to women and children.
Thinking of the powerful killer, Nangong Haotian's biggest worry may be about to happen. He did not kill the powerful killer at first, but when the powerful killer died, he was the only one present.
Thinking of this, Nangong Haotian frowned slightly. He knew that Situ Meng would not defend him.
The only one she saw was Nangong Haotian, not to mention that he accidentally missed and shocked Situ Meng to the point of vomiting blood. She was probably very fond of Nangong Haotian. With Situ Meng's temperament,
It's okay if you don't slander him.
Just when Nangong Haotian was thinking about it, a deep shout suddenly sounded from in front of him, saying: "Is this Young Hero Nangong coming in front?"
Nangong Haotian hurriedly looked up and saw a line of wormwood stretching dozens of feet in front of him. Someone said in a deep voice, "Young Master, please turn slightly to the south. This is the highest point."
Nangong Haotian didn't say anything, and continued to spread his body skills, flying tens of meters towards the higher ridge in an instant.
Before Nangong Haotian arrived at Heti, he heard someone arguing in the ditch before even riding up the embankment, and the tone seemed very unfriendly.
"It seems that there will inevitably be some casualties today!" Nangong Haotian touched his nose, lowered his head and said to himself, he is not a good person, and I will not offend others unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will risk my life to make him peel off his skin.
This is Nangong Haotian's style. He has never been a generous person.
After crossing the shoulder-high wormwood and ascending to the river bank, Nangong Haotian quietly took a look, his eyes lit up, and his two sword-shaped eyebrows immediately knitted together.
On the sandy bottom of the river that had been dry for many years, standing on one side were four Hanako, the middle-aged Confucian scholar who had just invited him to the restaurant, and two rugged men. On the other side, there were forty or fifty people standing far away.
The number of people is obviously disproportionate.
Among the four Hanako, there was the middle-aged Hanako who left in a hurry at the restaurant.
Of the remaining three flowers, one is older and has freckles on her temples, and the other two are mostly in their forties.
The four flowers, except for the elder one, each hold a green bamboo dog-beating stick in their hands, which is a sign that they are about to fight with others.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar and two rugged men stood seven or eight feet behind the four flowers, indicating that they were outsiders and did not want to intervene in their dispute for the time being.
On the far side of the river opposite, there were forty or fifty people standing, but their turbans, clothes, and weapons were all the same.
They all have black headscarves with five treasures, black outfits, snow-white double-breasted buttons, and a black-and-white patterned tiger on their feet.
What puzzled Nangong Haotian the most was that the weapons used by the four or five of them, except for the different thicknesses and weights, were all black dragon-headed iron canes.
When Nangong Haotian saw this situation, he knew that this might be an organized gang, or it was probably an arrangement with the Beggar Gang to compete for territory, and they would have a showdown here today.
However, what puzzles Nangong Haotian is what does this matter have to do with him? Should he be asked to collect their bodies for them?
If you want him to come and help, I haven't heard of such a method of inviting people.
Besides, the two parties are strangers, don't know each other, and don't have enough friendship, so it's impossible to get someone to work for him.
To say that he has already arranged for a large group of opponents to come here for a duel, and now he has found someone with whom he has suspicions to come here to comment, and he has created a dilemma of being attacked from both sides and being attacked from both sides. Unless he is an idiot, no one would do such a stupid thing.
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However, there was a ready-made example on the sandy ground at the bottom of the river in front of him. Four old beggars from the beggar gang faced a group of people with black crutches, which left Nangong Haotian speechless.
I saw the leader of the old beggar, pleading to suppress his anger and said: "You gang leader, I, the old beggar, say it again, although this place is the territory of your gang, we only want to clarify one thing here. It's over.
Go right now."
Among the forty or fifty strong men holding black crutches, someone suddenly snorted and said in a deep voice: "No, we agreed at the beginning that you are not allowed to cross our small river ditch, and our Longguai Gang will not enter you either."
city."
Due to the distance between them and the fact that they were all dressed in black, Nangong Haotian realized that the person speaking was a powerful man with a lion's nose and a beard.
The man seemed to be in his forties, with a very tall build. He did not wear a turban on his head, but had a 50-50 parted head. The iron crutch in his hand was also very thick. He was obviously the leader of the Longguai Gang, that is,
Gang Leader You in the mouth of the old beggar.
As soon as Nangong Haotian heard their conversation, he immediately understood what was going on. It turned out that the two sides had already had a rift.
However, the most puzzling thing is how the people from the Longguai Gang knew that the old beggars in the city were coming to this place to solve their problems.