At the two ends of the long blue-stone paved street, two people are facing each other. Chen Ping and the chess stall are located in the center.

On the left hand side of Chen Ping, there is a woman with a white gauze mask. She is dressed in a blue coat and wrapped in a red brocade. She is wearing a jade belt and embraces a dragonfly. Her body is enchanting and swaying.

On the right is an eight-foot-tall man with bare hands, bare upper body, muscle knots, but wearing pink trousers.

This pair of men and women, how to look at it is not like the market people who are companions with the cockerel.

The man was murderous, and he did not hide his high-spirited spirit. He stared at the guy who took the Chinese red wine pot. He was slightly taller than the ordinary Nanyuan Guoqing Zhuang man. Although his face was handsome, he could not count anything. Young man.

Hanzi laughed and said: "The foreigner, my name is Ma Xuan, from outside the Sai, there is a good thing to give a nickname of the powder King Kong, someone spent a thousand dollars yesterday, to buy your head, also said that you are not martial arts Test, don't look good, it is very likely to be the old monster like Yu Zhenyi, I shouted the **** together, today you are self-sufficient, so stay a whole corpse, or give me a double fist to smash?"

The man is very big, and the words are loud and loud, and there are people on the chessboard. They don’t care about the chessboard bench and flee everywhere. This is to kill people on the street, how can they join in the fun, according to the old generation of the gods in the lane of the gods, the history of Nanyuan Guojing, there have been several kills of rivers and lakes, playing ups and downs, several large squares directly I was ruined, and afterwards I was wearing a cloaked house, and I said that there were hundreds of families.

Through the light veil, the people who are scattered in the birds and beasts, the woman's mouth is tilted, the right hand is going to pick the strings, killing people with temperament.

However, the woman suddenly stopped the picking action and smiled. "Since the son doesn't like to help, the slaves don't have much to do."

It turned out that the white robe outside the town stared at her, it felt like she just dared to touch the strings, he would kneel down the pink diamond, first stared at her.

She is here to help the old man to earn thousands of gold together, but it is not to be the main force to fight for help. The reason why she is willing to take this sale is that she and Pink King Ma Xuan are rare partners in the rivers and lakes. One person is close to killing melee, one person is far from harassing, and the sky is seamless. As long as it is the master of the rivers and lakes other than the ten people, the two cooperate, even if they can't beat, they can escape.

Chen Pingan feels a bit inexplicable. Why do you want to find yourself? First, the fairy **** Fan Waner called the immortal man. Now there are people who are bidding on the golden ones. So, in the broad daylight, the two guys who are full of blood and suffocating, if they are not blocking themselves, I am afraid that those who flee will die. It is.

Compared with the horrible burly horse Ma Xuan, Chen Ping’s attention is still more on women.

The gorgeous scorpion made of a whole piece of red sandalwood falls in the eyes of Chen Ping An, and there is a mysterious machine. Near the chords, the **** suffocating gas and the dead ink like ink are intertwined and circulate around.

It’s just that there are no grievances and ghosts. Chen Pingan is a bit strange. According to his experience in walking around Baojuan and Tongyezhou, there are so many dead souls dying under the shackles, and the grievances should be eccentric. That's right, just like in the Eagle Fort.

The skinny girl sat on the bench at the wall, whispering, "Nobody can see me... I can't see me...".

As for why she did not follow the people to escape into the distant streets, she did not hesitate before, but always felt that staying here was more secure.

Chen Pingan asked: "If I have two thousand two gold, can you tell me the master behind the scenes?"

The woman bowed her head, smiled and laughed, and because of her arms, after doing this, the chest was squeezed.

Na Ma Xuan just blinked at her, and then her eyes were hot and smiled. "Sang Niang, I haven’t seen you for a few years, I have seen a handsome man, or I can’t walk! After doing this sale, let’s find a place to fight. Can it be cheaper? One hundred and two golds at a time, who can eat under the sun?"

Chen Ping sighed and said: "I have no time to talk?"

The man strode forward, haha ​​laughed: "Turn off the head, let's talk again, it should be said that the grandfather told you, what?"

The woman who is holding her hand is slowly moving. When she is still a hundred steps away from Chen Ping, she stops her body shape. She gently shakes her wrist and is ready to go.

Ma Xuan suddenly stunned, and the bluestone ground under his feet was broken, and the burly figure came to Chen Ping’s body in less than a foot. The pink trousers clung to the thigh, and the hunting sound was loud because of the speed.

Just a distance away, the guy who seems to be scared and stupid is still motionless. Ma Xuanxiao smiled and said: "Don’t provoke Laozi’s screaming hair, death is not enough!”

No longer retaining the strength, a sudden sudden acceleration, screaming at Chen Ping’s head.

Chen Ping’s thoughts turned sharply, and he did not delay to avoid this punch. His body fluttered and fell back, his feet rooted in the earth.

The pure Wufu here seems to be a bit bold. Against the enemy, there is still leisure to chat with people? I am not afraid that it will be used up. In the gap between the old and the new, is the opponent caught the flaw?

When a fist fell, Ma Xuan knew it was not good, and immediately dissipated the whole body. Although he was a master of foreign boxing, he was careful to be afraid of his own body. He could not survive, and he had to give up the offensive and turn all the defense into defense. After walking around the body, the skin glows like a coat of gold.

Chen Pingan squatted up and smashed the abdomen, and the whole person was stunned.

One twisted and turned over, Chen Pingan suddenly stood up straight, and the footsteps were lightly moved, and the left and right sides shook a bit, just to escape the four strings that condensed into a line.

The woman took advantage of the squatting, rolling, and picking the three forces. The right hand and the five fingers were dazzled, but the voice was silent, but there was a glimmer of light in front of the body, which suddenly disappeared.

Chen Pingan floated on the street, and every time he just escaped the cold silk thread from the strings, the silk threads like the front edge were criss-crossed in the air, and they were like chaos, like dozens of strong bows lasing out. The lion's arrow is shrouded in all directions.

Ma Xuan made a thousand pounds crashing into the ground, hands hammered, fiercely pressed down the street.

Apparently, the woman is always paying attention to the movements of Ma Xuan. When the horse is down, the silk thread that rushes from the side of the horse is slowed down, so as not to delay the offensive momentum of Ma Xuan.

Chen Pingan disappeared in the air, and the burly man stunned. The boxing was too late to recover. He was squatting on the street. The long-armed horse squatted and bent, and in a half-squatting position, the fist touched the earth and won the green. The slate continues to shatter and splash.

Chen Pingan appeared on the side of Ma Xuan, holding the shoulder of Ma Xuan in one hand, and slightly adding gravity. According to Ma Xuan, he sank and his knees did not enter the bluestone slab.

Ma Xuan screamed and wanted to open the palm of the hand that was weighing thousands of feet, but the man just pressed it again and pressed him to sit on the ground. The layer on the skin meant that the work was almost completed. The golden color of the peaks of the rivers and lakes began to dissipate on their own, the body's breath, began to involuntarily squandered, Ma Xuan to the horror of the liver and gallbladder, the soul flies.

After "learning".

Chen Pingan finally found a truth. This Wufu, who took the number of fists outside, was pure and insane in the body.

The momentum and boxing of a leaking rogue are real, the real martial arts refining realm, but like a house, the timber of the pillars is not good enough, the ordinary wind and the sun, there will be no problem, but once encountered Really strong winds and heavy rains can easily stand up and collapse.

One breath, miscellaneous and chaotic, seeking more than seeking refinement, simply does not touch the "pure", but rather like a Wufu walked the path of practicing the gentleman.

The woman with a sly smile stopped the ten-finger movement and there was a sigh of sighs after the veil.

The strength of the two sides is very different. This time she and Ma Xuan are hitting the iron plate.

In front of this seemingly young white robe, it is very likely that he is infinitely close to the "the world's ten people".

Devils? After Ding Lao Mo, another one who was born out of the sky? Want to unify the rivers and lakes?

Or is it a rumored disciple of the old **** Xian Yuzhen? Is it for the killer of Ding Lao Mo to return to the rivers and lakes?

The situation is a mess.

The same is true of the woman’s heart.

You and Ma Xuan should not be blended in.

Someone on the wall gently patted the palm. "It’s awesome. It’s a guy who was temporarily put on the list. It really deserves us to deal with it seriously."

The woman looked up and suddenly fell into the ice, and there was a man with a stiff smile on the wall. His grace was unchanged for a long time, just like wearing a poorly worn mask, and wearing it would take root, this life I can't pick it anymore.

Smile face, Qiantang.

Beyond the ten people, this person can be called the most difficult master of the world, not even one of them, but also the most eccentric demon sorcerer, not indiscriminately killing innocent, but in the same realm of the realm, will be stalked Playing, the eight-armed **** Xue Yuan of the old generation and ten people, although it is because of the age, the peak of the boxing method has passed, and has fallen out of the ranks of ten people, but the skinny dead camel is bigger than the horse, and one of the three teachers of the magical teaching As a male, he almost died under his eight-armed supernatural powers, but in the face of a smile, Qian Tang was entangled for a whole year, almost forcing him to lose heart.

The smiling face squatted on the wall, grabbed a piece of soil in one hand, and threw it gently. He said: "If you want to retain your strength deliberately, you will die, not dead in his hands, but in my hands. ""

"Right, Ma Xuan? And the big-breasted woman, yes, what is your name?"

Ma Xuan, who was pressed by Chen Ping several times with his palms on his shoulders, suddenly burst into a sigh of relief. The momentum was soaring compared to before.

The woman with the shackles also wore a pair of fake nails, fascinated with faint light, and no longer had the suspicion of a sneak peek.

Ma Xuan’s backhand was fierce.

Chen Pingan stretched out a palm and blocked it in front of him. He blocked the punch and slid out of his body. His feet were like two pieces on the mirror.

Between Ma Xuan and Chen Pingan, there were two thick green silk threads that were as thick as the thumb, and two cracks were formed on the walls on both sides.

If Chen Pingan retreats later, he needs to face the sneak attack.

Ma Xuan turned and looked up and squinted at the guy on the wall with a smile on his face. He snorted and stared at the safe and sound Chen’s peace. He spit on the ground and was stunned by Chen Ping’s foot. Has been injured, the brave man reminded the woman behind her: "Sao Po Niang, do not come to the real thing, today we are very difficult to fool the customs."

The woman swears: "I blame you, there is such a hard earned money under the sun!"

Ma Xuan said: "Where Laozi knows in advance that this gold is so hot, he said that he has to deal with Ding Lao Mo, I thought this guy is a small fish and shrimp."

Chen Ping’s attention is still more on the wall and smiling.

He is testing them, or trying to see through the depths of this river.

They are not looking at the true details of Chen Pingan.

The smiling face of the wall clap again. "Interesting fun, everyone thought of going together?"

At this time, at the intersection of the street and alley, slowly walked out of a young man with a jade tree, the head of the apricot flower, holding two **** heads in his hand.

Yan Hualang Zhou Shi, he stood at the corner, looking at Chen Ping from afar, smiled and raised the head in his hand, and gently dropped it on the ground.

Behind him, he walked out of a beautiful woman who was walking on a raft. She slowly passed over Zhou Shi. After stepping on the bluestone from the mud, she had a ticking sound. It was very crisp, and she was holding two in her hand. The skull was thrown on the street.

She smiled and smiled: "This son, my grandfather said, as long as you hand over the wine gourd, the child will be able to survive. Otherwise, a family of five can be round, and these days, the son went shopping. Nanyuan Guojing City, at first glance, is a good-hearted person, can you bear it?"

In the house in the depths of the alley, the old man wearing a silver lotus crown was sitting on the bench and basking in the sun. There was a child next to him, shivering and his face sneezing and tears.

The old man smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, your talent is very good. I intend to take an exception to accept you as a disciple. Maybe you can become the next cult leader, what are you crying? There are few relatives, but there is hope for a whole seat. Jianghu, baby, you have read some books, you should be able to figure out the account, and cry again, it will distract me, can not trap the little guy in the house, I will kill you."

The old man looked up and looked into the distance. "Yu Zhenyi, planting autumn, may tell you the truth, Zhou Fei I have promised to keep it, and advise you to kill Tong Qingqing and Feng Qingbai first, then to deal with the old man, and then say, one more The foreigner is just one more chance. It’s not so important to kill me. You really thought that I would be tempted by a pair of Luohanjin? Then you are too small to see my baby. But I can tell you. A big good news, killing the man on the street, but it is not ten, a life, plus the wine gourd, and the legendary immortal flying sword inside the house behind me, then at least thirteen."

The old man is lazy: "It's not as good as both you and me, and the strategy is changed. If you kill the kid, you can have a lot of opportunities to choose."

Probably the exact response has been received and the old man laughed.

On the street, Chen Ping looked around and said: "No need to count my mind."

Both the smiling face and the 簪花郎 feel that they are incredible, and I don’t know why they should come up with such a sentence.

In the distance, a middle-aged man with a sword standing in the shade of the tree had been fighting all the time. He opened his eyes and no longer had a lazy look. He sneered: "Sure enough."