Two men with black robes and sunglasses leaned against the wall to put the guzheng on the wall, and after some debugging, they sat down.

"A heartbreaking song, where can I find a soulmate in the world?"

A low and vicissitudes of life sounded.

The eyes of heaven and earth were missing, looking forward.

At this moment, under the urging of the landlady, Kuliqiang, the tailor and the fried ghost stood on the stairs of the city.

Coo Liqiang: "I'll break up later. I wonder if there will be a chance to meet again in the future?"

Fried Gun: "It turns out that everyone is a fellow fellow. If I had known it, I would not be so lonely. Why not take this last chance and let's have some discussions."

Tailor: "Stop teasing, there is still a lot of luggage to pack~"

Fryer: "I'm just talking about it."

When the three of them passed by, they stopped at the same time.

"Bang—" Kuliqiang kicked out, and the air burst out.

The tailor swung his arm to block Kuliqiang's legs, and his body turned, and his elbows rotated to hit the fried ghost.

"Ba, bha, bha..."

The fight sounded, and the three of them used their own skills to fight.

Fried Gun: "Twelve-way Tan Les, both offense and defense, and is well-deserved."

Cooliqiang: "Iron-wire fist, hard and soft, can be regarded as the master of fist."

Tailor: "The Gossip Stick is ever-changing and unfathomable."

The three of them stopped and clasped their fists to each other: "There will be a time later!"

"Ah--" The tailor stepped on the air and fell down the stairs.

Seeing this scene, Fang'er couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Liu Qing held her slender waist, smiled, and looked at the broken sky and earth not far away.

This is a small restaurant, facing the main road outside the city.

Night falls.

Coo Liqiang carried a package with a lonely expression. While walking out, he looked at everything in this dilapidated community.

After living quietly here for several years, he has become accustomed to this ordinary life and does not know where to stay at the next stop.

"Dong, dun..."

The sound of the piano floats and spreads out in the faint night.

The sound of the piano suddenly became rapid.

A branch fell down from the top of the head.

Cooli looked up and observed, with a puzzled face.

At this time, the sound of the piano became much smoother.

Kuliqiang found no abnormalities and continued to move forward slowly.

The sound of the piano was rapid again, and a ceramic jar on the house next to it suddenly cracked from it.

A wild cat jumped up from the roof and suddenly felt like it was being slashed in half by an invisible sword, and blood sprayed all over the ground.

"Bang--"

A street light was cut off and fell in front of Kuliqiang.

Coo Liqiang finally noticed the abnormality, turned around suddenly, staring at the old man who was slowly tying the strings under the wall.

Tiancan raised his head and smiled slightly, and plucked the strings with both hands.

A strong wind blew over the face, and Kuliqiang's face changed drastically.

Liu Qing in the small restaurant sighed, waved his hand, and a powerful palm force swept away, wrapping the coolie and pushing him into the air.

Coolie Qiang: "Ahhhhh..."

Tiancan: "Hmm?"

Dique: "Huh?"

The coolie was powerful and landed outside the wall.

He landed on the ground and looked back at the high wall, looking confused.

Tiancan: "There are any masters?"

His eyes fell to the small restaurant in front of him that emitted dim lights and jumped.

"call--"

A strong wind came, like a mountain falling, forcing Tian Can to retreat repeatedly, vomiting blood while retreating.

"Hao, high, master..." Tiancan fell to the ground and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Di Que's face changed drastically, he grabbed the guzheng with both hands and started playing it hard.

At this time, Liu Qing walked out of the small restaurant slowly.

The rapid sound of the piano came, and stone chips and wood were falling from the walls on both sides.

"Woo--"

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, two faint silver fist shadows suddenly appeared in the air, and they hit Liu Qing like lightning.

Liu Qing used his internal strength to avoid or dodge.

"Dong, dun--"

With two muffled sounds, Liu Qing's body shook slightly and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Di Que's attack was very strong, it still couldn't break his defense.

"Who are you?"

The earth was frightened, and he tried hard to play the guzheng and asked questions continuously.

Liu Qing didn't say anything and walked forward step by step.

Feeling the silver fist hitting my body, the internal force rushing around my body, as if boiling water was about to boil.

"Who is this person?"

"Is it that mysterious master?"

The tailor and the fried dunk came out together, and their faces were filled with surprise.

"Coollie is okay?"

At this moment, in the room on the third floor, the landlady was lying on the windowsill, looking down from afar, and the cigarette at the corner of her mouth was extinguished.

The landlord squeezed beside her, his eyes straightened: "Protect your body and protect your energy?"

At this time, Di Que vomited a mouthful of blood, his whole body trembled, and he tried hard to pluck the strings.

Silver-white sword shadows flew out.

Fryer: "Ah—"

Tailor: "Ah—"

The coolie who had just run back was stunned, "This-"

Landlord, landlord: "..."

At the gate of the Pig Cage City, on a car, the leader of the Axe Gang, Brother Chen, slapped his thigh excitedly: "Okay, he is worthy of being the number one master in the killer list."

Master: "Observing the Axe Gang is just a matter of being long-lasting. He will kill this bastard to death first, and then use them as a fireworks garden."

As he said that, he stretched his head to look at the window, accidentally blocking Brother Chen's view

Brother Chen slapped him back into the seat: "Don't block me!"

Liu Qing sighed. He originally wanted to use the sound wave attack of Dique to temper his internal strength, but this guy made a knife, so he didn't dare to try again. He raised his right hand and flicked his five fingers in the air.

Ding ding dong dong.

As if the sound of a sword hitting a sword, the silver shadows were all shattered.

Di Que vomited blood again and fell on the guzheng.

Liu Qing grabbed the ground in the air, and flew into the air.

Liu Qing pinched his fingers in the air, and Di Que's whole body seemed to be rubbed into a ball by an invisible big hand.

Then Liu Qing swung his arm, and the flesh flew over and fell into the car.

Brother Chen: "Ah——"

Master: "Ahhhhh..."
To be continued...