Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 1079
The leader of the gang was a strong man in his forties. He saw the old man rushing towards him, and he was shocked when he approached in an instant. Years of skill.Unexpectedly, the figure in front of him flickered, and he had disappeared. He was stunned for a while, and heard "Putong" and "Putong" behind him. Looking back, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe out, and was completely stunned.

It turned out that during this short period of time, the old man almost knocked down the rest of the gangsters, and they lay on the ground in a mess.Why do you say almost, because there is still one person who didn't pour.This person is the one holding the big banner. The reason why the old man didn't let him go is not because he "distressed" him.Seeing that he was holding a banner, the old man thought it was ridiculous, so he just tapped his acupoints to freeze him.

The man was holding a big flag and was still running. He looked quite majestic, but judging by the expression on his face, he was not majestic at all, as if he was about to cry.

The old man walked around him with his hands behind his back, stood in front of him, and said, "Good boy, how old are you?"

Although the man couldn't move, he was able to speak, but he was too frightened to open his mouth, seeing the old man staring at him with panic on his face, he suddenly closed his eyes.

The old man couldn't help but laugh, this person is so cowardly, how dare he come out to rob?
"What? I'm too scared to look at the old man, let alone speak? Ah, let the old man see, you haven't been weaned yet." The old man said, patted the man's shoulder, and said: "You look pretty Solid, don't look at your face, just look at your figure, you look good, no wonder you will carry the banner."

"You...what do you want to do?" It was the bandit leader who spoke, and he didn't come back to his senses until now.At this time, the old man's companion also came up close.

The old man turned around, looked at the bandit leader, pointed to his nose and said, "You asked me what the old man wanted to do? Wrong, wrong, it should be my old man asking you."

The bandit leader looked back at the young man and the others, lowered his head, looked very frustrated, and muttered: "Damn, we fell again this time, it's really a bad time."

The old man said: "What do you mean you fell down again? Could it be that you have fallen down recently?"

The bandit leader was ashamed and said, "So what? Don't think that we can be ridiculed by you if we fall, and you can't kill anyone. If you want to kill, you can cut it. Come on, if I, Wu Lao Liu, frown, Definitely not a man."

The old man laughed and said, "Oh, why are you so angry. It's a coincidence that the old man is also surnamed Wu, and we were still a family 500 years ago. Since we are a family, we should make friends and not fight or fight."

Wu Laoliu was stunned for a while, and for a while, he couldn't figure out what he meant by this.

The old man looked at the "Hoo Hoo" flying flag, and said, "That's not right, the banner is clearly written as Li, and your name is Wu Lao Liu. Aren't you in charge?"

After hearing this, Wu Laoliu suddenly came to his senses, and reached out to touch his waist.

The old man said: "What are you doing?"

Only someone said: "Brother Wu, he wants to send a signal to the people on the mountain." The person who spoke was the fat old man.

The old man said with a smile: "That's just right, let's call everyone down and clean up together, so as not to run up the mountain."

Wu Laoliu was afraid that once he sent a signal, these people would attack him, but he didn't expect them to look at him one by one, indifferent, as if they thought it was a trivial matter, so he couldn't help hesitating.

The handsome young man said: "What are you still doing? Do you want me to help you?"

Wu Laoliu was confused, but he didn't dare to think about it for a while, since you asked me to post it, then I will post it, and you will look good at that time.He originally had six signals hidden in his body. If he sends out three signals, it means that the idea is difficult; never happened.

This time, without even thinking about it, he took out all six of them, and flicked them together into the air. The signal made six beeps, impacting from a distance, going higher and higher, and it took a long time before they landed.

The old man and his group were quite surprised when they saw it. It was the first time they had seen such a high-flying signal. It was unknown who made such an exquisite signal.

After a while, I suddenly saw a signal like a white cloud rising from the mountainside in the distance. After Wu Laoliu saw it, he was overjoyed and said with a smile, "Just wait, our master will come right away."

The old man and others saw that the signal was a bit novel, but they didn't take it to heart.If masters like them are afraid of these bandits, wouldn't martial arts lose their masters and become bandits?

After a while, hearing the deafening sound of galloping, the old man and the others showed slight surprise on their faces. Although they haven't seen how many people came, but they have excellent hearing, they have already heard the large group of people.

After a short while, I saw hundreds of people running out of the front, all of them wielding big knives, and when they got close, they surrounded the crowd layer by layer, leaving only the direction in which they came.A seven-foot tall man in a black cloak led four people to perform lightness kung fu and arrived in an instant.

The seven-foot man was handsome, and although he was dressed in civilian clothes under the cloak, he was clearly a man to be trifled with.The four people following behind the seven-foot man were an old man with a half-white hair and a sword, a man in a metal tower wearing a tiger skin coat, a middle-aged scribe in his early forties, and a bearded man with a gauze wrapped around his head. Scumbag man.Look at this last one, it looks like it was injured not long ago.

The seven-foot man didn't make a sound, but the bearded man had already exploded his throat and said, "Your mother's sixth son, why are you so nervous, I didn't give you six signals for fun, I thought They are officers and soldiers, but they turned out to be some bad old men, sons and women."

The middle-aged scribe coughed and said, "Old Wu, you have an injury on your head, but your eyes are not injured. You don't open your eyes to see, whose brother is lying all over the ground?"

The bearded man said: "Fourth brother, I'm not blind, of course I can see it. What does this mean? It's true that they brought down dozens of our brothers, but that doesn't mean they can still bring us down." We, I'm trying to find someone to vent my anger on, let's see how I deal with them."

Wu Laoliu was afraid that he would be reckless for a while and suffer a big loss again, so he hurriedly said: "Fifth brother, it was not them who brought down the brothers, but this old man." As he said, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the old man.

The old man grinned and said, "I admit that I brought them down. What's your name, come up quickly, I'll stand here and wait for you to clean up."

The bearded man stared bull-eyed, and shouted: "You old man, what do you call my name? If you dare to bring down my brother, I'll take you under the knife." He rushed forward, raised the knife in his hand, and slashed at the old man's shoulder.

The old man shook his body and disappeared immediately.The man with a bearded face was quite skilled in martial arts, and when he disappeared, he turned around and slashed out without waiting for his saber skills to get old.

The brilliance of this knife cannot be hidden from experts.The young man sitting upright on the horse saw this, smiled slightly, and secretly said: "This knife is done in one go, and there is no half sluggishness in the rotation. It is three points better than a first-class master. But it is a pity that he met Brother Ang. Good sword skills are insignificant in front of Angkor."

His opinion was indeed correct, the bearded man showed what he had learned, and made more than thirty knives in a row. The knives were calm and skillful, but unfortunately, he didn't even touch a piece of the old man's clothes.The force generated by the knife is getting stronger and stronger. After more than thirty knifes, a strong wind has formed, blowing sand and rocks.

The middle-aged scribe, the iron tower man, and the half-white-haired old man with the sword frowned. Earlier, when the middle-aged scribe saw the bearded man using force, when he was about to say something, he was stopped by the seven-foot man with a wink. , That's why they let the bearded man do it.

The seven-foot man was unmoved on the surface, but he was secretly surprised. Seeing that the bearded man had hacked more than 20 times, he still couldn't find the old man's position. He knew that the difference in martial arts between the two was too great. Go down, brother will suffer a big loss, just want to tell brother to stop.

At this moment, the bearded man got angry because he couldn't find the old man, his body fluttered like a thunderbolt, and he made more than 20 knives in a row.

The complexion of the seven-foot man changed, and he just yelled "Old five, stop..." Before he could utter the words with his hand, he heard a "crack", and the big banner in the field was cut off by the knife and fell down. down.

Seeing this, the iron tower man jumped up and caught the broken flag. Fortunately, he was quick, otherwise, the flagpole would fall down and hurt the people lying on the ground.

At this time, the bearded man had already stopped, and looked at the old man in surprise.The old man held the young man carrying the banner in his hand, smiled, and said, "Tsk tsk, are you crazy? Even your brother is going to be chopped off? If it wasn't for the quick action of the old man, your brother would have been regarded as two pieces by you. It's over." After speaking, he pushed the young man forward.

The young man was able to move immediately, and ran behind the bearded man with cold sweat on his face, and shouted softly, "Uncle, I..."

The bearded man turned his head and said, "I scared you, are you okay?"

Although the young man's lips turned pale, he still expressed his fearlessness and said, "Uncle, I...I'm fine."

The seven-foot man said: "Old Wu, come back quickly, don't you still want to make a fool of yourself?" The bearded man said "Yes, big brother", and retreated with the young man.

The seven-foot man took a few steps forward, clasped his fists at the old man, and said, "Senior's martial arts skills are superb, don't you know Gao's name?"

The old man smiled and said: "The little old man's surname is Wu, his name is Qingniu, and his full name is Wu Qingniu." This name is very unfamiliar to many people, and of course it is the first time the seven-foot man has heard of it.

"It turned out to be Senior Wu. You must all be friends of Senior Wu. I hope you will forgive me for the offense." The seven-foot man said politely, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a bandit leader.

Wu Qingniu glanced at him and said, "You are the head of Li Da, right?"

The seven-foot man said: "Don't dare, don't dare, I'm under Li Buyi."

Upon hearing his own registration number, the girl surnamed Long looked slightly surprised, and said: "Li Buyi? Could it be that your Excellency is Li Buyi who was known as the 'Seven Dragons' in the past?"

Li Buyi's complexion changed slightly, he hadn't used this name for more than ten years, he didn't expect someone to know him, he said with a smile: "Miss, have you heard of Li's humble name?"

The girl surnamed Long thought for a while, and said: "Fifteen years ago, your excellency emerged on the Green Forest Road in the North. In just one year, you shocked the capital. I heard that Senior Liu Nanxing Liu, the leader of the Green Forest League in the five northern provinces, once went to you. I want to hand over the position of leader to you, but I don’t know if you didn’t agree, or he didn’t find you, in short, after one year, your people will disappear like stone and sea, and there will be no more news.”

(End of this chapter)