In the critical moment, Qin Ke'er no longer had any worries. Anyway, breaking up with Baiyun Sect was a foregone conclusion. He grabbed Hu Xiaotian's shoulder and walked a few steps, jumping over to the wall. (! Win the phone bill)

There were rows of houses in front of Baihua Pavilion, behind them were rows of houses, with narrow alleys, crisscrossing, and mixed with people. At this time, it was almost noon, men, women, young and old who were staying at home walked out of the house to get their work, those who were doing small businesses and snacks, those who were walking around the streets and alleys to sell skills, and those who were looking for companions to play games. There were endless people coming and going. Qin Ke'er and Hu Xiaotian, one with silver whip and the other holding a long sword, suddenly appeared on a high place, attracting everyone's attention. Some people stood closer and saw the blood stained on the long sword, and they couldn't help but scream: "I'll kill you." This scream was like a death-driven spell. Everyone scattered and the alley fell into chaos.

The two hurriedly put away their weapons and jumped to the wall. Hu Xiaotian's experience of escaping was far more experienced than Qin Ke'er. He pulled her into a house. Without waiting for the owner to protest, he walked straight through the room and left the back door. He pulled a half-old dress that was drying outside. The two of them acted like the wind, and after a moment they had passed through five or six houses. According to Hu Xiaotian's instructions, Qin Ke'er pulled off the beaded earrings while walking and put on the old dress. At the same time, he did not forget to tear a corner of the dress to cover his face. In such a chaotic moment, the less eye-catching it is, the easier it is to escape the pursuit.

Hu Xiaotian thought it very clearly. Although there were many pursuers in Baihua Pavilion, they would not dare to use their light skills to fly over the eaves and walls in broad daylight, and completely blocked this area. After all, the Baiyun Sect is a cult and is always despised by the righteous. In addition, Li Xuan'er's evil deeds aroused the rage of the famous and upright sects. Once the Baiyun Sect's disciples appear openly, they will inevitably become rats crossing the street and everyone shouts to beat them. As long as they can enter the bustling and lively street, they will be quite sure to get rid of the pursuit.

Hu Xiaotian and Qin Ke'er turned into a ridge alley, lowered their heads and walked quickly. A cold shout suddenly came from behind him, with a faint sense of internal strength.

Hu Xiaotian looked back and saw six or seven beggars chasing dozens of meters away. The middle-aged beggar who rushed in front was unkempt and had a slim figure. He had rolled up his left trouser legs, wore ragged straw sandals with toes exposed, holding a black dog-beating stick in his hand, and had seven broken pockets of different sizes sewn on his body. The beggars seemed thin and weak, all of whom were wandering for many years and couldn't eat enough to eat, but they ran very fast. They caught up with them in a few breaths, blocking both front and back without saying anything, and their eyes were not good.

Hu Xiaotian secretly hated Qin Ke'er, and yelled angrily at the beggars: "Why are you surrounding us husband and wife? Could it be that you despise the king's law and change your career as a robber?" They had not left the dangerous area yet, and every extra delay, the possibility of being discovered by the pursuers was higher. The enemy was large and we were few, and the strength was huge. It was best to escape as soon as possible.

The middle-aged beggar glared at his triangle eyes, spat and said, "You guy is a villain who complains first. You are a martial artist. You are not very experienced in the world. How can you not see the identity of our Beggars' Gang disciples? Take your own home quickly and don't force us to do it."

Hu Xiaotian took a deep breath and clasped his fists and said, "I am the surname Hu, a native of Lanzhou. I live by being a guard in Shengjingxing. This is my wife and my junior sister. Hu asked himself that he had never had a festival with the Beggar Gang disciples. Did you recognize the wrong person?" The middle-aged beggar sneered and said, "Baola, do you think we are stupid? How can a man take his wife to the jiyuan? What's more, there is blood on the sword when you appear, I'm afraid that he would hurt someone in Baihua Pavilion? It doesn't matter if you pretend to be deaf and dumb. When you see our Left Elder, you will be honest and spit out everything." Hu Xiaotian said, "You Beggar Gang is not an official, so you don't have the power to force me to see Elder Zuo Hu.

Someone has something important to do, so I won't be with you." The middle-aged beggar wrapped his arms around his chest and raised his chin and said, "You can't help it. If you know the truth, follow the arrangements. Otherwise, if you move, you will suffer." Hu Xiaotian said angrily: "What do you want to do?" The middle-aged beggar said impatiently: "Elder Zuo ordered that anyone who acts abnormally near Baihua Pavilion should find out the origin, and no one is allowed to miss the secrets of your two whereabouts and hesitate. Who knows whether you have anything to do with the cult Li Xuan'er? If you have nothing to do with the cult, my beggars' sect will never make things difficult for you. (Win Q coins,) Otherwise, I'm sorry."

Hu Xiaotian's thoughts changed rapidly and couldn't help but secretly shouted terrible. After Li Xuan'er escaped yesterday, Baihua Pavilion has become a key area for Baidao people to monitor. On the one hand, it is to prevent Li Xuan'er from sneaking back again, and on the other hand, it is also to suspect that Baihua Pavilion has a secret connection with the cult and wants to dig out more suspicions. Those who perform this surveillance mission are undoubtedly the Beggars' Gang disciples. Hu Xiaotian and Qin Ke'er suddenly broke out of Baihua Pavilion, so naturally they could not escape the eyeliner of the Beggars' Gang. No matter which angle they consider, they must be interrogated carefully to find clues related to Li Xuan'er and the cult. But Hu Xiaotian is a disciple of the Demon Cult, and Qin Ke'er is a demon girl from Baiyun Sect. His real identity cannot be seen. How dare he face the eldest disciple of the leader of the Beggars' Gang, Li Shan's senior brother Zuo Yiding?

Zuo Yiding is jealous of evil, brave and righteous, and is famous in the world. In recent years, when the old gang leader is half-retired, he has represented the Beggars' Sect to attend martial arts events many times, and has a faint momentum to replace the old gang leader. He is also deeply supported by the younger generation of disciples within the Beggars' Sect, and can be said to be a response and has a deep foundation. With him, Li Shan consciously extinguished the idea of ​​fighting for the throne of the gang leader. It can be imagined that his methods and cunning can be easily deceived?

Qin Ke'er also had the same thoughts. Once she went to accept Zuo Yiding's question, what was the difference between it and the sheep entering the tiger's mouth? She quietly pulled Hu Xiaotian's sleeve and whispered: "Don't listen to him."

The middle-aged beggar was immediately annoyed when he heard this and shouted, "These two people behave strangely, cover up and shyly. The tenth one must be disciples of the cult. Brothers, if you tie the left elder to me, you will definitely be rewarded." The beggars cheered, and immediately two beggars bullied them one on the left and the other on the right, each using their hands to capture Hu Xiaotian's key points on both shoulders.

Hu Xiaotian sighed inwardly. He had not yet completely got rid of the pursuers of Baiyun Sect and had a conflict with the Beggars' Sect again. He had been unlucky today. If he had known this, he would have invited Su Haoran and others to visit the brothel. He shook his wrist and stabbed the sword on the left and right, aiming at the other party's palm.

The two beggars exclaimed in unexpectedly, not expecting the opponent's eyesight. The sword technique was so vicious. If they did not shrink their hands and change their moves, they would definitely be disabled. The two of them recovered their palms, slashed their palms, and slapped them over. The sword light was dazzling, and the enemy's sword was as fast as lightning, and they arrived first. The tip of the sword pointed to the key points of the upper plate. They had never seen such a wonderful fast sword, and they were in a hurry to retreat and dodge.

From shocked and sweating, when he looked closely, Hu Xiaotian was still standing there and still had no movement. The middle-aged beggar's expression turned solemn. With his martial arts experience, he could not tell the origin of the other party's swordsmanship. It was so wild and there was no trace to be found. He said in a deep voice: "Huang Jiabiao, a disciple of the Beggar's Sect, is asking for advice from you." The dog-beating stick pierced out, the tip of the stick shook lightly, and suddenly changed his move and swept towards Hu Xiaotian's knees.

Hu Xiaotian knew his family's affairs. His sword skills were more than enough to deal with ordinary masters. If he fought with martial arts masters, he would inevitably lose. After all, he could not use his internal strength, which was fatal injury. Seeing that the dog-beating stick was fierce, he had to bite the bullet and swing the sword against the attack, and directly took Huang Jiabiao's wrist. Huang Jiabiao flashed half a step, swept back to the stick, and hit the sword at the spine of the long sword. Hu Xiaotian's five fingers were shocked, and the tiger's mouth was torn apart on the spot. The long sword involuntarily swept open, revealing a big flaw in his chest. Huang Jiabiao was slightly surprised, why was the opponent's sword technique so exquisite, but his internal strength was gone? It was not a trick to lure the enemy, right? Despite his doubts, he still stepped forward and rushed forward with a single palm up, and a bang on Hu Xiaotian's chest.

Hu Xiaotian couldn't hide, and squirted out a mouthful of blood and fell back into Qin Ke'er's arms. Qin Ke'er exclaimed: "Is your injury serious? Wait for me to kill them." Hu Xiaotian held Qin Ke'er's arm tightly and whispered: "If it doesn't work, don't reveal your martial arts origin."

Huang Jiabiao was not having a good time, but he felt that his palm was hitting an iron plate. The huge recoil force was transmitted backwards, almost breaking his metacarpal bones and arm bones. Half of his body was numb, and he took several steps back, looking at Hu Xiaotian in surprise: "Golden bell cover? Iron cloth shirt? Or the Vajra body protection power secretly passed down by Shaolin? Could it be that you are a Buddhist disciple?"

At this moment, a cold and cold shout came from a high place: "So what if you are a secret disciple of Shaolin? You should die if you dare to snatch my woman with brilliance."

Everyone looked up in shock and saw a man in brocade robe running from the roof on the left. He seemed to be careless and used his light skills to approach him. His face was as cold as ice and his eyes were red. He seemed to be a big eagle who was preying on anger and swooping down at high speed. His target was Hu Xiaotian who was nestled in Qin Ke'er's arms.

The moment Hu Xiaotian heard the sound, he knew that the enemy had arrived. His whole body trembled slightly due to deep hatred. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind and shouted in surprise: "You are Yuwen Zheng of Baiyun Sect, you are the evildoer of the cult leader, and you dare to openly show up and commit murder."

As a disciple of Ning Wufan, the leader of Baiyun Sect, Yuwen Zheng is also a famous figure in the evil sect. Although his scope of activities is mainly in the south, all kinds of bad behaviors are still spread to the northern martial arts world, and his reputation is not inferior to that of Li Xuan'er. Huang Jiabiao is struggling to catch the masters of Baiyun Sect. Hearing this, he was excited and shouted: "Stop, are you Yuwen Zheng?"

Yuwen Zheng said impatiently: "I am Yuwen Zheng, a small seven-bag disciple, is not my opponent. Get out of here quickly and don't block me from killing people." As soon as he arrived at Baihua Pavilion, he heard Qin Ke'er, who had been coveting for many years, escaped with a strange man. He almost burst into anger on the spot and flew to chase him regardless of the situation. Yuwen Zheng had not yet learned about Li Xuan'er being chased, nor did he know the situation of Baiyun Sect in Chang'an martial arts world, otherwise he would have denied his identity.

Huang Jiabiao laughed and said, "If you look for something without any effort, you can get it without any effort. If you are willing to surrender, you will be sure to tell Li Xuan'er's whereabouts. Otherwise, you will be killed together." Yu Wen Zheng's arrogant personality was, and said angrily: "What is the Beggars' Gang? A group of beggars also matched with orders to me? You are so brave. You are so brave. Get out of here." Huang Jiabiao laughed and shouted: "People in cults do not abide by etiquette and law, do not know how to behave, and they are shameless. They should be killed. Brothers, follow me." The dog-beating stick is hot, and they will hit Yu Wen Zheng first. Other Beggars' disciples either swayed their sticks, punched their legs, or shot hidden weapons, and launched a siege without any mercy.

Yu Wen Zheng was angry and hated. These Beggar Gang disciples suddenly stepped forward and forced themselves. Could it be that they took the wrong medicine? Seeing Qin Ke'er hugging the strange man affectionately and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a strong jealousy rushed straight to the top door, and the blood vessels on his forehead were pounding, wishing that the pair of dogs and women could be chopped into meat sauce. With his eyesight and experience, it can be seen that Qin Ke'er's Yuan Yin has been lost and the red pills have been stolen, which is no longer a good one.

Yuwen Zheng thought that he had been pursuing and waiting for many years, but finally got the advantage of other men. He couldn't help but be jealous and murderous intent. He avoided several hidden weapons that were shot at the face, raised his hand to slap two wooden sticks, and suddenly rushed forward, tapping the fingertips, poking the point on the chest of the two Beggar Gang disciples. The two Beggar Gang disciples screamed at the same time, twitching violently, and blood was constantly spitting out of their mouths, and they fell to the ground softly.

Huang Jiabiao saw that Yuwen Zheng's technique was so vicious that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was standing upside down. These disciples had been with him for many years and had a deep relationship. He was extremely sad, regardless of death or injury. The dog-beating stick in his hand became more and more urgent, and the moves were never left and right. However, Yuwen Zheng was as slippery as a snake, and he was unable to dodge left and right. However, after three or five breaths, he hit all the ordinary Beggar Gang disciples, leaving Huang Jiabiao to deal with him. Huang Jiabiao was angry and cursed while chasing: "**Your mother's Yuwen Zheng, don't hide if you have any kindness, and you and I will fight happily."

Yuwen Zheng's personality is sinister and arrogant, how can he allow others to insult him at will? He smiled coldly and said, "What qualifications do you have to be my opponent?" Suddenly, he put his five fingers on his back and grabbed the other end of the dog-beating stick. Huang Jiabiao hurriedly pulled back with his elbow, half-turned his waist, and flew up his feet, kicking his opponent's left knee. Seeing that the kick was about to be kicked, a blue light flashed. Yuwen Zheng had an extra seven-inch-long poisonous needle in his hand, which pierced the Yongquan point on the bottom of his foot. Huang Jiabiao groaned, but felt a numb feeling spreading along the meridians of his legs. He couldn't help but staggered back and said, "You use poisonous needle to hurt people, don't follow the rules of martial arts."

Yuwen Zheng sneered: "No matter whether people in this sect perform martial arts, they pay attention to whatever they want. Who cares about what etiquette and rules? If you hit my seven-step soul-chasing needle, do you have any last words?" Huang Jiabiao spat and said hatefully: "Yuwen Zheng, don't be proud that you will be chased and retaliated by the disciples of my Beggars' Sect today. Huang took one step first and waited for you to come in the underworld of the Yellow Springs." Yuwen Zheng said proudly: "How about the Beggars' Sect compared to the Demon Sect? I dare to kill the elders of the Demon Sect, let alone you beggars who hate gods and ghosts? I annoyed this young master, let me see if I wipe out the Chang'an branch of the Beggars' Sect."

"Hmph, what a big tone." A figure suddenly pounced down, his palms were as cold as a knife, and he was hitting Yu Wen Zheng on his head, not allowing him to dodge and avoid.

This palm came fiercely and quickly. Even though Yuwen Zheng had been rampant for many years, he had to respond with twelve points, waved his palms and tried his best to meet them.

With a muffled bang, the internal forces of both sides clashed, as if defeating Ge.

Yu Wen Zheng felt that the unresistible force came into his arms. The lower plate was loose, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. He wanted to speak, but found that his true energy could not be raised and he was speechless for a moment. He was shocked. Who had such a deep palm power?

The master suddenly appeared forced Yu Wen Zheng to retreat with a palm, and pointed it out quickly, sealing more than ten acupoints of Huang Jiabiao in succession to prevent the poisonous blood from rising. Then he stuffed a pill into his mouth and said in a deep voice: "Take the Jiedu Pill quickly." Huang Jiabiao shouted excitedly: "Elder Zuo is Yuwen Zheng of Baiyun Sect. He just killed many of my Beggar Gangs. Elder, you want to avenge us." The visitor looked in his thirties, with a rough appearance, wearing a worn-out clothes full of patches, and a yellow bamboo stick behind him. His momentum was as calm as a mountain, and he was born with an extraordinary leader temperament, which was Zuo Yiding, the elder of the Beggar Gang.

Left Yiding said: "Don't talk, the express power suppresses the toxicity." He turned his head and looked at Yuwen Zheng. The cold light in the tiger's eyes was like lightning, and he slowly said: "You are killing my Beggar Gang's disciples for no reason. The methods are vicious. Could it be that there is no one in the Beggar Gang?"

Yu Wen Zheng lost the competition in his internal strength just now. He knew that the person in front of him was a strong enemy. He put away his arrogant and arrogant style and said coldly: "Elder Zuo? Who taught you that the disciples of the Beggar Gang took the lead in attacking me? I can't sit still and wait for death, right? If you want to blame them, they will blame them for being reckless and taking the blame for their own fault."

Zuo Yiding Dao: "Yuwen Zheng, please don't care who is right or wrong. Hand over the antidote first."

Yuwen Zheng smiled indifferently and said, "Who are you from this young master? What right do you have to order me?"

Zuo Yiding said in a deep voice: "Just because of my martial arts skills, my internal strength is stronger than you. If I force it to seize it, it will be too late for you to regret it."

Yuwen Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "The surname is Zuo, are you scaring me?" He suddenly saw a flash of a figure from the corner of his eyes, and his eyebrows jumped, and he shouted angrily: "Stinky, don't think of running away." It turned out that Hu Xiaotian and Qin Ke'er took advantage of their confrontation and tiptoed to the wall. Yuwen Zheng hated these two people to the core, and it was not enough to vent their anger without killing them. He immediately raised his breath and flew up and swung his palms.

"Don't leave" Zuo Yiding has not yet received the antidote pill, so how could Yu Wenzheng leave so easily? While shouting, he also pointed his palms to the other party and went down to Pankong Sect. Yu Wenzheng did not dare to be arrogant, so he immediately turned around and blocked him, fighting with Zuo Yiding.

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