The surface of the river gradually changes from wide to narrow, and the water flow gradually changes from slow to fast.
The two paigu men stood at the beginning and end of the bamboo raft, staring at the river. This section of the river had strong undercurrents and many shallow reefs, so we had to be careful.
After passing the most turbulent stretch of sky, the river surface suddenly became cheerful again. The two Paigu guys breathed a sigh of relief and each sat down cross-legged to rest. At this time, the sun was setting in the west and the sky was getting late.
Seeing that the two of them were finally no longer busy, Feng Jiuxiao asked, "Your teaching's martial arts are really eye-opening."
The Paigu guy sitting at the end of the Pai Guo said quite proudly: "That's natural. The martial arts of our Pai Cult include both Buddhism and Taoism. At the same time, the founder of Pai Guo also blended the martial arts of the three sects of Longhu Mountain, Hezao Mountain and Maoshan. The art of talismans has created the five great magical skills of Paijiao."
Feng Jiuxiao said: "It is said that some sects' gang-suppressing skills can only be practiced by the gang leader. I wonder if the same is true for your sect?"
Paigu Man said: "That's not true. As long as our disciples of the Pai Guo can become the leader of the Pai Guo, they are qualified to go to the Pai Guo General Forum and be guided by the elders to practice martial arts and secret techniques that suit them. Our great elders are all It is composed of successive abdicated church leaders or leaders. Of course, you must be over sixty years old before you can be promoted to an elder, otherwise you can only serve as a guardian."
"Oh. I guess the seats at the front of the row were obtained with fists."
"That's right! I, the Paijiao, have always respected the strong! We have been relying on this faith for thousands of years to make a living. Natural disasters, man-made disasters, internal and external troubles have emerged one after another, so the children of the Paijiao have been able to endure hardships since they were young, but they have also developed a good courage. The folk custom is ruthless fighting, so everyone only obeys those who have strong fists! Of course, those who have strong fists are not just rough people."
"That's natural. Only those with outstanding intelligence can practice superior martial arts. Which of your previous leaders is not a hero in both civil and military skills?"
"Haha, the young master can still talk."
Zeng Hai looked at how late it was and said, "Brother in the queue, are you approaching Zhangjiaji soon?"
Paigu Guy said: "We will arrive at Zhangjiaji Ferry in half an hour. We can go ashore and rest for the night tonight."
Zeng Haidao: "There used to be a Golden Furong Restaurant in Zhangjiaji, I don't know if it is still there. I went there once thirty years ago, and the fish head with chopped pepper made by the chef at that time was really delicious!" said the pork rib man: " It’s rare that the old gentleman still remembers the Golden Furong Restaurant. This restaurant is still very popular. It’s just that the chef has been replaced by his son, and of course he is also called Lao Zhang now, haha.”
Zeng Hai said with emotion: "Although they are all old men, one Zhang is not the other Zhang. Things are the same but people are different. Yesterday is the same and now is different. The deceased is like this." Feng Jiuxiao said: "The old man is in love with the scene again? Take it. The name Jin Furong has three characters, so it must be that it specializes in Hunan cuisine." Zeng Yong said: "Although Hunan cuisine is good, I still prefer Anhui cuisine." Feng Jiuxiao smiled and said: "Actually, Hunan cuisine, Shandong cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, etc. all have their own merits, Mr. Zeng I like Anhui cuisine, but I think Hunan cuisine is the most delicious. It’s hard to agree with everyone.”
Zeng Yong said: "Yeah, then I have to do as the locals do. By the way, I can relive old dreams with my uncle here, haha."
Zeng Hai and others pretended to be angry: "What nonsense are you talking about? What about reliving old dreams?"
Feng Jiuxiao also laughed: "Mr. Yaoxiang was so heroic back then, he must have had many admirers."
Zeng Hai said with embarrassment: "Zeng Yong is just fooling around, why is Mr. Feng also making old jokes?"
Feng Jiuxiao said: "I don't dare. I'm just saying this out of emotion. A place that can make a person unforgettable for thirty years must either have an unforgettable emotion or an unforgettable hatred. In my opinion
, mostly the former.”
Zeng Hai looked around and said to him: "Look, there is a light over there. It is probably coming soon."
Feng Jiuxiao stopped when she saw the situation and said no more words.
The evening breeze was blowing and the river was flowing. The bamboo raft reached the ferry in a short time.
This section of the river is the most open, with countless boats parked on both sides.
Zhangjiaji sounds like a village, but it is actually a large county town with a population of 100,000. The main reason is that it has innate geographical advantages. The terrain of Zhangjiaji is gentle, and throughout the Xinjiang River Basin, this area
Zhangjiaji is one of the few ferries suitable for building large-scale transfer warehouses. Therefore, the freight turnover within a radius of 300 miles is basically concentrated in Zhangjiaji, which has created a bustling atmosphere with merchants gathering here. People in Jianghu are all here.
It is said that Zhangjiaji is full of gold, so there are many foreigners here.
All the bustle in the world is for benefit, and all the hustle and bustle in the world is for benefit.
The night is as cool as the water. The lights on the shore are dim.
Not only is there no night ban here, on the contrary, the night market is more lively than during the day.
Some things cannot be sold during the day, but can be sold at night. It is not so much that the officials want to rest at night, but it is more that the county magistrate deliberately turns a blind eye.
The five people landed ashore, and two pork rib men led the way, passing through several bustling streets, and arrived at a restaurant in an instant.
The restaurant rises from the ground, about five feet high, and is magnificent. It has three floors in total, and it stands out from the crowd within a hundred feet. There are stone lions on both sides of the townhouse at the entrance. The female lion on the left opens her mouth to attract wealth, and the male lion on the right has his mouth closed.
Shou Cai. The carving is exquisite and lifelike. Zeng Hai saw that the three gold characters "Golden Hibiscus" on the door were still as brilliant as they were thirty years ago, but he thought in his heart: The plaque is so brand new, but he didn't know that he had replaced it.
As soon as they entered the door, the waiter had already rushed over and said, "Sir, please go to the third floor. You can climb up and look far into the distance to see the night view of the long street with lanterns." In fact, everyone had already noticed that the first floor was already full, so they had to follow the waiter's suggestion.
It was the third floor where "climb high and look far and enjoy the night view". When passing by the second floor, Feng Jiuxiao glanced at it. The layout of the entire second floor was exactly the same as that of the first floor. There were eight Eight Immortals tables, and they were all packed! The business was really not
Generally good! The difference is that most of the guests on the first floor are dressed as business travelers, while the guests on the second floor are mostly people from all walks of life. Many people have swords and weapons on their tables, and the number of people per table ranges from three to five.
There were four monks at one table, and the innermost table was all women, all wearing bright red cloaks, which was so bright and eye-catching.
Zeng Hai walked in the front and sighed softly: "There are so many people in the world gathered here. I wonder if there are any treasures that are about to appear. It seems that there will inevitably be another bloody storm."
Zeng Yong walked at the end of the crowd and said: "I heard from a friend that the Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain in Liaodong has been boiling in recent years. It is estimated that the fire dragon under the Tianchi Lake will appear again, but I have not heard that this family collection has been boiling in recent years.
What kind of strange treasure has appeared in this world?"
Arriving on the third floor, Feng Jiuxiao saw many copper candlesticks hanging on the surrounding walls. There were at least twenty wall-mounted candlesticks throughout the room. Each candlestick had at least three giant sticks of tallow wax. The entire hall was as bright as day. The stairs on the third floor were at
There are two windows each in the east, south, north and west. There are six wine tables in total, each table is exactly next to a window. There is a yin and yang fish pattern painted on the ground in the middle of the hall. I thought to myself: "Could it be the owner of the restaurant?"
How about Huang Lao's study?" Five of the six tables were already occupied, leaving only one table on the north side free. Those five tables were also dressed as ordinary people. The five people sat down. Zeng Hai said to Feng Jiuxiao: "Today we will be led by
I'm here to sit in the east seat, little friend, don't be polite." Feng Jiuxiao said with a smile: "Then I'll have Mr. Lao." He thought to himself: I would like to invite you, but unfortunately I don't have enough money, so I'll just pretend to be fat!
Feng Jiuxiao doesn't have much money left, and she is thinking about how to increase revenue and reduce expenditure these days. Qi Xiaohou Ye said that when you have no money, you can go to Qiaoji Bank to get money, but you can't find Qiaoji Bank anytime and anywhere!
Is it to rob the rich and give to the poor, or to steal from all directions at night? This is really a question.
Looking from the north window, one can just see the clear water of the Xinjiang River. Although it is late, the moonlight is bright. Occasionally, a few big fish jump out of the river and stir up a few waves, flashing with white light. Many boats and bamboo rafts are moored at the ferry.
There are two huge wooden poles standing high on the shore, and several strings of huge lanterns are carried on the poles. Each lantern has a big character on it, which together forms a couplet: "A big belly can tolerate things that are difficult to tolerate in the world; open your mouth."
"People who always laugh at the ridiculous things in the world". Under the wooden pole of the lantern is a small tea shop. It seems that this lantern is not only a beacon for night navigation, but also the signboard of this tea shop. It is not so much a tea shop, but a simple tea shop.
A shed. A few bamboo poles hold up a raincloth. There are a few small coffee tables under the shed. A pot of hot water is boiling on an iron stove. Although the tea shop is simple, the lantern couplets are so strong that people dare not take it lightly.
Heart.
No one was drinking tea, it was empty. There was no owner in sight.
The area around the tea shop is relatively empty. Residential houses gradually began to appear away from the shore, and they became more and more dense. When we arrived at the Golden Furong Restaurant, there were not only many residences, but also more shops. At this time, the lanterns were just coming on, and thousands of houses were brightly lit. The long street was wide,
Pedestrians are still there.
Zeng Yong said: "Why is there no movement at all on the second floor?"
Feng Jiuxiao also felt strange in her heart. There were at least thirty people sitting at eight tables on the second floor, but no one spoke. Just now, the waiter in the shop asked repeatedly on the second floor: "What else do you need?" Feng Jiuxiao listened.
It must be clear, so it’s not that the sound insulation on the second floor is too good, but that no one really talks. It’s very strange that people at the same table don’t talk to each other. Don’t people at each table know each other?
Zeng Haidao: "It's none of our business, just hang it up high. Today we mainly want to taste the fish head with chopped peppers. Since other things have nothing to do with us, let's ignore them."
Zeng Yong responded, but glanced at Feng Jiuxiao. Feng Jiuxiao understood that he really wanted to go see the excitement, but Zeng Hai was too embarrassed to speak, so he wanted to make some comments. Feng Jiuxiao
He shook his head slightly, smiled at him, and then said: "What the old gentleman said is true. When we walk in the rivers and lakes, we should have the mentality of doing less than doing more. After a while, you can enjoy the night view along the bank after eating and drinking, and then we will go there.
Let's go to the inn and have a rest. We have to continue our journey tomorrow." Naturally, the two Paigu guys had no objection and finished the task early and went home early. Zeng Yong could only hold back his dissatisfaction with a look of resentment on his face.
The people at the other five tables on the third floor were drinking and chatting all the time, so no one paid much attention to what they said. However, seeing how lively they were drinking, they definitely didn’t notice the weirdness on the second floor. Feng Jiuxiao secretly observed and instinctively understood that the third floor was different from the second floor.
Like the building, there is also a hint of weirdness. Everyone is talking about irrelevant topics. You talk about yours and I talk about mine. The voice is not loud. From a distance, everyone is talking and laughing, and they are all harmonious. From the perspective of clothes, they are normal.
It was extremely strange, but Feng Jiuxiao judged that at least three tables of guests were foreign Kung Fu masters. The more Feng Jiuxiao looked at it, the more she felt that these people were behaving strangely. What day is it today?
Suddenly Zeng Yong's expression trembled, as if he was listening for something. Feng Jiuxiao also heard someone stepping onto the second floor and said: Here he comes! Then he heard a sharp voice like a night owl saying: "Everyone, since
People from all over the world gather here for the same purpose, but unfortunately there are too many monks and too few people. In order not to harm the Aiki, I suggest that everyone draw lots to decide who will belong to them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the second floor suddenly exploded, and the noise was extremely noisy! Some people started to curse on the spot! It was probably that they had traveled all the way here, waited for many days, and finally decided by drawing lots. Isn’t this bullshit? Suddenly
A Buddhist lion's roar made everyone feel their eardrums buzzing, and the crows and magpies were silent. Only an old voice said in a deep voice: "Shut up! Who has the same purpose as you? Shaolin Wu Neng, I am here to protect you.
The general's remains have returned to his hometown. You all came here for a purpose! Today, I am here, let's see who dares to make a mistake!" Feng Jiuxiao's mind immediately appeared in the image of a tall and thin monk. He just passed by the second floor and saw the monk.
Among the four monks at the table, there was only one monk with long eyebrows like snow, and he must be this Wu Neng. It was probably because he was intimidated by Wu Neng's lion's roar magic, or because the old monk's awe-inspiring righteousness was so powerful that everyone was silent for a long time.
Dare to speak. After a long time, a woman's voice sounded: "Master Wu Neng, we have a hero post from Mrs. Wei. Please don't misunderstand me."
The other gang members seemed to have come to their senses and shouted: "We also have a hero post from Mrs. Wei!"
I only heard Master Wu Neng say: "Don't make any noise! In this case, all the heroes who have received the hero post can stay, and the heroes who have not received the hero post please leave!"
That night owl's voice said again: "Master doesn't chant sutras and recite Buddha's name in the temple, but interferes in worldly affairs. Aren't you afraid of affecting the Qing Dynasty? I don't believe that Mrs. Wei will send posts to Shaolin Temple!"
The master snorted coldly and said: "If I, Buddha Tathagata, are not sentient, why should I save all sentient beings? Don't say that I have a hero post. Even if I don't receive the post, I will come to escort my wife!"
Another person suddenly said sarcastically: "Since everyone said there is a post, you might as well show it to verify your identity, so that no one comes to fish in troubled waters! I'll go first!" It seemed that he started to take the post.
The woman just now said: "This is the message our Baihua Sword Sect received!"
Wu Neng said: "This is the post I received from Shaolin Temple!"
An old voice said: "This is the post I received from Dian Cang Sect!"
A hoarse accent: "This is my Huashan sect's post!"
Coupled with that cold voice, a total of five people claiming to be Luoyang Moving Mountain Gate came forward!
The night owl said in a voice: "Look carefully, this is mine! It seems that you two are the only ones here to fish in troubled waters! I don't know which way you are going?" Only one person said: "So what if you have a post? You
Do you dare to open your post for everyone to take a look?"
The night owl's voice seemed to be stunned, and he was speechless for a moment.
The man continued: "Heroic posts are all written with the name of the recipient. It cannot be faked if it is true, and it cannot be true if it is fake. It is like our Kongtong sect received the post but it was taken away by others. Who does the post belong to?"
That night owl said coldly: "Boy, do you mean that I stole your posts? In front of Shaolin Master Wuneng and other heroes, you slandered and framed me like this. Do you know what the consequences will be?"
Feng Jiuxiao could feel the murderous aura even from one floor away!
At this time, I heard a few more footsteps climbing from the first floor to the second floor. As soon as the footsteps entered the lobby on the second floor, they stopped abruptly. One of the people actually said "Huh" and then said in surprise: "Oh no! It's unexpected.
So many people?" Master Wu Neng asked angrily: "Who are you waiting for? Why are you here?" Seemingly frightened by the master's momentum, one of them said: "I was surprised to hear that General Wei's widow was passing by here, so I came here to escort her."
Wu Neng said: "So you came here uninvited?" The newcomer muttered for a long time and said: "Everyone like me in the martial arts world has the same hatred of the enemy. General Wei is loyal and courageous, and sacrificed his life for the country. We, the chivalrous generation,
You should do your best to comfort the general’s spirit in heaven!”
The night owl's voice said: "Get out!"
"Who are you? You are so arrogant!" The newcomers shouted angrily, and one of them seemed to have drawn a weapon! What people in the world care about most is face!
The night owl said in a light voice: "I, Liaodong Haidongqing." Although the voice was soft, it still sounded like the night owl's mournful cry.
"What?" Several people couldn't help but exclaimed, their voices trembling!
Then I heard the sound of hurried footsteps running out. Several people actually got out! The five characters "Liaodong Haidongqing" seemed to have magical power, which made people feel scared. People in the world care more about those who understand current affairs.
For Junjie!
Feng Jiuxiao thought to herself: I didn't expect him to come!
I only heard Wu Neng say: "Is the donor from Lingxiao City?"
The man who calls himself Hai Dongqing said: "Exactly."
Wu Neng said: "Did the donor receive the post himself or..."
Hai Dongqing's voice was like that of a night owl, and he said: "Of course it is the post received by Mr. Yan. Has the master forgotten who is the master of Lingxiao City?"
Wu Neng can no longer speak.
Zeng Yong asked softly: "Uncle, I heard that Haidongqing is a kind of raptor, known as the king of eagles, originating from Liaodong. And this person is also called Haidongqing, it seems that it should be his nickname." Zuo
The sideman said in a low voice: "I have heard of this man. It is said that this man was a one-legged thief ten years ago. He has always been a loner, ruthless and murderous, but somehow he became the subordinate of Young Master Yan of Lingxiao City.
Another Paigu guy continued: "The four martial arts masters are very wealthy and powerful. Among them, Mr. Yan from Lingxiao City is known as having three thousand followers. The most famous ones are the Double Eagle, Four Tigers and Twelve Wolves. Haidongqing and Blue-Eyed Golden Eagle."
Even the two eagles, both joined Master Yan ten years ago." Feng Jiuxiao said: "I didn't expect the two eldest brothers to know so many secrets of the world." In fact, Mr. Qi Xiaohou told him some things about Master Yan,
Since we have the same name, we naturally need to know something about each other. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles! Feng Jiuxiao once lamented that Mr. Qi Xiaohou was plotted and lost all his skills just because of a hundred secrets!
The Paigu man said modestly: "We welcome and drop off people all day long. We have relatively many friends from all over the world. It is normal to know a little anecdotes about the world." Zeng Yong said: "Then what do you think these people are here to do? General Wei.
Who is it again? Paigu Guy shook his head and said: "What are you doing here, but I don't know." Feng Jiuxiao said: "I dare not say the purpose of coming to this gathering, but I know who this General Wei is!"
"who?"
"There is only one general named Wei in the entire imperial court, and the guard who protects him doesn't even have the grain girl Wei. So it can only be General Wei Qingyun!"
"General Wei, who has been with us for generations and has a family full of heroes?"
"good!"
"It seems that General Wei has died for his country!"
"Yes, a real man should die on the battlefield and be shrouded in horse leather to return to the battlefield for infinite glory!"
“I wonder what’s going on with Mrs. Wei’s hero post?”
"Let's see and then talk."
The few people said no more and began to taste the dishes that were served one after another. Hunan cuisine is mainly spicy, and after a while, several people started to sweat profusely.
Downstairs, Hai Dongqing began to continue to attack the Kongtong sect, "Young heroes, for the sake of Master Xie, I won't do anything difficult for you. As long as everyone kneels down and kowtows to me to apologize, the matter will be wiped out."
I heard a snap, I thought it was someone slapping the table. Then there was a clang sound, and the long swords were unsheathed. One of the Kongtong disciples shouted angrily: "This is too much!"
Haidong Qing said: "Okay! Okay! It is indeed the style of a famous sect. You can frame others casually without evidence. You know you are wrong but you are not even willing to say sorry. Once you are at a loss for words, you want to use force to solve the problem."
.It is indeed a young hero! Master Wu Neng, what do you think I should do?"
Wu Neng said: "Donors, please be patient. Young knights from Kongtong, please forgive me for talking too much. You have something to say. Being so impulsive will not only not help the matter, but will intensify conflicts. I would like to express my gratitude to the master here."
They won’t draw their swords easily. Besides, Hai Don, you can be considered their senior. It’s normal for young people to be ignorant. As long as they apologize, let’s forget about it. In front of all the heroes, how about we end this matter?”
Before Hai Dongqing could speak, a Kongtong disciple loudly said: "Master, you don't know something. I, Kongtong disciple Xingxia Jianghu, can't bear to see those who use the strong to bully the weak and oppress good people! Especially people like Lingxiao City.
, is a waste of human life, and acts wantonly, not to mention such despicable things as stealing and exchanging pillars are countless!" In his words, Lingxiao City is simply a street rat that does all kinds of evil, and everyone should be beaten up.
Everyone couldn't help but look at each other. Feng Jiuxiao said: "This stupid young man is going to be in trouble now?"
There was a sound of clothes fluttering in the wind, followed by several screams. Wu Neng shouted: "Stop!" Zeng Yong said: "I'll go take a look!" After saying that, he turned around and went downstairs. Zeng Hai sighed and said
He got up and went downstairs. He wanted to bring Zeng Yong safely back to Tianying Fort in Huizhou, otherwise his elder brother would not be able to explain it to him. When Feng Jiuxiao saw that both of them had gone downstairs, he had no choice but to follow him downstairs. However, the two Paigu guys still lowered their heads to eat, and they
There are rules for teaching.
The three of them stood at the stairwell of the second floor and could see most of the corners inside.
I saw that a table against the south wall had been broken into pieces. Two young men fell to the ground, and two young men leaned against the wall. All four of them were wearing the same clothes. They must be the Kongtong disciples. One old man with white eyebrows
The monk stood in front of them, seemingly blocking a slender middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was dressed as a Confucian scholar, with eyebrows like swords and eyes like stars. He stood proudly with his hands on his back! Could this be the man with a mouth that looks like a midnight owl?
Ming's Haidongqing?
When the three people appeared at the entrance of the stairs, many people inside also noticed them, but everyone quickly turned their attention to Hai Dongqing and others. Everyone thought that these were just three spectators and there was nothing worthy of attention.
The Confucian scholar is indeed Hai Dongqing. When he speaks, he sounds like a midnight owl. If you close your eyes and listen to him speak, it will be really creepy! Hai Dongqing said: "Master is merciful. For the sake of Master's face, let's let it go!"
A Kongtong disciple who was leaning against the wall covered his chest with his hands, his face was pale, and he suddenly said: "You said forget it? If you hurt my fellow disciple at will, this matter will never end!"
At this moment, everyone couldn't help but frowned. How dare such an inexperienced disciple be allowed to travel around the world? Did Master Xie take the wrong medicine? Or is this disciple a fake and doesn't understand the world at all? It's simply
He is always looking for death! Master Wu Neng turned around and looked at the Kongtong disciple, and then at Hai Dongqing. Without saying a word, he went straight back to his seat and sat down. He took off the Bodhi beads from his wrist, closed his eyes and began to recite the Heart Sutra silently.
.
Hai Dongqing slowly walked towards the four of them. The two on the ground were seriously injured and had no fighting power. Let's deal with the foul-mouthed and tough-mouthed Kongtong hero first! Hai Dongqing had a murderous intention in his heart, and he spoke from a distance.
Slash with your palm! The force of your palm is like overwhelming mountains and seas!
The Kongtong disciple was not afraid, and he faced the difficulty and raised his palm to block it. Unfortunately, he was like a mantis using his arms as a chariot. How could he withstand Haidongqing's powerful blow? He was instantly knocked upside down like a kite with its string cut off.
A mouthful of blood spurted far away on the wall! Then it collapsed to the ground like mud.
Feng Jiuxiao frowned and thought to herself: This is simply asking for death! Are they not afraid of death at all?
Hai Dongqing said: "In those days, Mr. Guo Er used an ancient sword with pine patterns to challenge the seven major mountain villages in Taihang Mountains. He was so heroic. But now, his descendants are a group of silver-like wax spear heads, and they don't even have the chance to use the sword.
, bad, too bad, hahahaha..." It's okay if you don't smile, but it's even more creepy if you smile!
Hai Dongqing looked at the only Kongtong disciple among the four who was still leaning against the wall and said: "I ask you again, if you kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake, I will spare your life!"
The Kongtong disciple's chest rose and fell, as if he was struggling in his heart, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. After a long time, he said resolutely: "I, the Kongtong disciple, have always been upright and upright. Mrs. Wei did send a hero's note to Lingxiao City, but it was written to Yan
Miss Yan’s! Although your post is not ours, what you stole is Miss Yan’s!”
Hai Dongqing's pupils shrank and he scolded: "Are you looking for death?" He struck through the air with another palm.
Although this palm was more than five feet apart, with the power of his palm, it shattered the internal organs of Kongtong disciples effortlessly.
Everyone saw the sudden change, and it was too late to stop it. Master Wu Neng regretted it when he heard that Hai Dongqing had come under the false name. He thought that he shouldn't trust Hai Dongqing so easily, but why didn't the fourth son of Kongtong tell him earlier?
? His life was in vain! After Hai Dongqing's palm struck out, Wu Neng was unable to take action to stop him, so he could only watch the Kongtong disciple die.
Kongtong's disciples had long expected to die, but they didn't dodge or dodge, their eyes were wide open, and they looked at death as if they were home!
Suddenly, a blur appeared in front of his eyes, and a green shadow stood in front of him as fast as a ghost. The man in Tsing Yi protected his chest with both palms, and was about to receive Hai Dongqing's overwhelming palm. Unexpectedly, something flew in front of him like lightning and blocked it at the same time.
In front of him, there was a bang, and the object was blown into powder by the wind of the fist!