C6

It was a lonely cold night. The sky was covered in flying snow and the river was covered in ice. Breaking the path, Zhang Hu sighed. The sunset was round, and the waning moon appeared. Frost hung trees, making life difficult. If you want to be joyful now, don't ask the living about ghosts and gods. If you wish for a sunny day … The golden bottle of wine had a price of ten thousand, the jade plate was shameful and direct, he could not afford to put down his cup of wine. He drew his sword and looked around with a blank expression on his face. If you want to cross the Yellow River, you will be able to climb the Taihang Mountains to fish on the blue stream, and suddenly you will be able to ride on the boat to the edge of the sun. Difficult to walk, difficult to walk, many different paths, today at ease. The wind blows through the waves, sometimes, directly hangs the cloud sail Ji Canghai!

In the valley of the Land of Lu, the tea house dragon, San Ming, and Qing Feng sat together, their bodies stiff and motionless. Both of them were staring at each other with shining eyes, as if they could see the other's thoughts through the other's eyes. After a long time, Long Sanming finally came back to his senses and said lightly: "I didn't expect that Junior Brother Li would remain hidden for dozens of years and start a gang. This pipe of yours is much smaller than before. Don't tell me that the big gold smoke pot is used to buy wine? " Qing Feng ignored him. He lowered his head and continued to smoke his pipe. For a while, the only sound left in the tea house was the sound of the smoking pot. Even the Ma brothers couldn't make sense of what was going on, and even Zhu Tinyan had a blank look on his face. "Why is big brother a dragon and phoenix amongst men, that's a character from thirty years ago, and the dragon and phoenix among them have already disappeared for thirty years, big brother is forty-eight this year, and thirty years ago he was only an eighteen year old boy with a weak crown crown on his head. Did he also become famous?"

Everyone was puzzled. Qing Feng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bench, finished smoking his cigarette, knocked off the ashes on the table, put the pot back on the table, and said slowly, "Third Young Master Long, how have you been? When did you become sworn brothers with Little Zhu and Little Zhu? Have you forgotten all about us old friends? " Long Sanming chuckled sinisterly: "How dare I? If I forgot about you, you would be the first one to kill me. How are we going to settle this debt?" Qing Feng let out an "oh" and said calmly, "So you are saying that you are not looking for old friends, but for old debts. Fine, how about we meet in half a month?" I will be waiting for you at the Ju Xiang Restaurant, the first restaurant in the east gate of the Divine Capital. "

In the tea house, two pairs of people were in the midst of a fierce battle. Naturally, they couldn't care less about the whereabouts of the Ma Gang members. Many of them had gotten lost in the mountain trenches and starved to death.

The attacks and defenses of the two were extremely appropriate. On the contrary, because Long Sanming and Li Qingfeng had not fought for thirty years, both sides had held back. For a time, the intensity of the intensity of the fight was actually inferior to that of Zhu Qingyan and Old Song. However, as the two of them exchanged more than ten moves, they gradually began to understand each other. In addition, the two of them had known each other for many years, and they were well aware of their martial arts moves. In a fight between two experts, even the slightest negligence could be fatal. Using two people to defend and attack, they had to be extremely careful. They were afraid that the opponent would see through their weakness and lose their life.

Long Sanming's inner strength had always been above Qing Feng's. After thirty years of training, his inner strength had reached perfection. From the fact that he had just raised his hand to kill someone, it could be seen. At the beginning, Qing Feng's movement technique had the advantage. Long Sanming had been in danger time and time again, so he had a grudge against Qing Feng. Therefore, he didn't dare to attack in a hurry. However, when Long Sanming figured out Qing Feng's movement technique, he began to step by step to increase his attack. The scene changed drastically. It was actually Long Sanming who held the upper hand while Li Qingfeng was in the disadvantageous position. Even so, both of them had been famous figures in the martial arts world for a long time. Their martial arts skills had already reached the acme of perfection. It would be difficult to determine the victor in these hundreds of moves. The two of them had fallen into a battle. They were fighting back and forth.

On the other hand, the fight between Zhu Tinyan and Chen Changsheng was no longer a draw. Zhu Tinyan was, after all, still a youngster, and he could only suppress Old Song to the point where he had no strength to fight back. Judging from the situation, Old Song would be defeated within the time it took to make a cup of tea.

Sure enough, Zhu Tinyan took advantage of Old Song's exhaustion to use a carp to knock Old Song to the ground. Zhu Qingyan was unrelenting, his right foot stomping towards Old Song's chest. When Qing Feng saw that Old Song had fallen to the ground, he was extremely worried. Now that he saw that Zhu Tinyan wanted to take Old Song's life, he immediately leaped towards Old Song, ignoring Long Sanming's fierce attack. His lightness skill was excellent, and his heart was burning with anxiety. However, he was only concerned about Old Song's life. Long Sanming had already used his palm. Unexpectedly, Qing Feng actually ignored Old Song's safety and struck on Qing Feng's body with his full strength.

With a few crisp "kacha kacha" sounds, Qing Feng spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out. This palm strike was so powerful that Qing Feng's internal organs and ribs almost broke. The strength of his palm was like a knife that sliced through his clothes. Even the wide belt on his waist was torn apart inch by inch. Qing Feng's body suddenly flew out and a bundle at his waist flew out and crashed into the wall. Long Sanming, Zhu Tingyan, and Qing Feng all stared at the package with wide eyes. "Ah!" A loud shout rang out. The package hit the wall and fell to the ground, rolling on the floor. The cloth that was wrapped around the tea house was spread out, revealing an item. In an instant, everyone felt a light shining in front of them. Under the shine of the item, the shabby tea house was covered in a sparkling light that was as dazzling as the stars. A moment later, Old Song woke up first and stared at the item motionlessly. He then asked Qing Feng, "Mister Zhan, this..." This is He … It's He Shi! "

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