My enemies became my companions

Chapter 139 I don’t accept it

Among all the masters, Qiu Gang's killing power and reputation are second to none. After all, not everyone could fight with the Broken Swordsman more than 20 years ago, even if that was the Broken Swordsman who was not yet famous.

If you can be defeated by some masters, it will be a lifelong honor for you.

Broken Swordsman, ranked sixth on the martial arts list, is such a master, and Qiu Gang is respected and feared by the martial arts world precisely because he was defeated by him. To the extent that people have almost forgotten his former nickname, but still remember that he was defeated by Broken Swordsman.

When Qiu Gang finished speaking, everyone on the field could not help but become solemn. Firstly, it was because of Qiu Gang's martial arts level, and secondly, the Zhige Division was a government-owned company after all, and this place was in the capital, so it was not good to cause trouble.

Chen Yi looked at this colleague whom he had never met, and was troubled.

If I let the Zhige Division take the person away, it would be neither good nor bad for me. The advantage is that it would be convenient for me to interrogate and investigate, but the disadvantage is that I would not be able to do anything I want in the Zhige Division where I am unfamiliar with the place.

However, Chen Yi did not intend to kill this successor so early. If possible, he would like to interrogate him first and save his life for the time being.

On the second floor, Tang Kumei seemed to be thinking about Qiu Gang's words and did not respond.

Soon after, a noise was heard from a room behind him.

"It seems that Master Tang Feng doesn't want to see me off again."

A young man who looked like a gentleman walked out slowly, with a smile on his face, wearing a fox fur coat worth a thousand gold coins.

"Masters gathered here. I never thought that I, Li Xieling, could have such a grand ceremony."

He said this in a playful tone, as if he didn't care about his own life or death.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him at once, and they couldn't help swallowing their saliva, not because he was a man of both sexes, but because of his identity as the heir of the Hehuan Sect, and more because of the legendary Bodhisattva sword robe.

Tang Kumei ignored the young man from the Hehuan Sect, glanced at Qiu Gang, then looked around at everyone in the inn, and said with a bow:
"Since it is the Zhige Division, I can naturally hand this man over to Lord Qiu for disposal. However, once I hand him over to Lord Qiu, I will no longer interfere, and I will not follow Lord Qiu into the capital. And I have one more favor to ask of you. I would like to trouble Lord Qiu's men to escort the remaining servants of this inn back to the capital."

Tang Kumei's words were reasonable. Since she was able to cooperate and deliver the person to him, Qiu Gang would not say anything more. He looked around and asked:

"May I ask if you can give me, Qiu Gang, a little face and leave today."

No one on the field spoke for a while. Even the masters who were not inferior to Qiu Gang were weighing and considering at this moment. Just when Qiu Gang was about to sit down, a young and energetic man suddenly stood up.

"I don't agree!"

A man holding a stick, with muscular body and a face full of flesh, came close to Qiu Gang and shouted loudly.
"You, Qiu Gang, can take her away if you want. So many of us have come all the way here. Did we do this just to admire your golden face?"

Qiu Gang didn't say any more nonsense, but took off the saber on his back.

"The mountain knife, Qiu Gang."

Seeing this, the big man holding the stick snorted coldly, raised the iron stick and stepped forward and said:
"Jiulang stick, Li Ding."

Seeing the situation, everyone who was nearby tactfully stepped back a distance, leaving some space.

After everyone retreated, Qiu Gang took a deep breath, and swept his saber across the space in front of him. The sudden flash of the blade hit the big man's neck.

"So fast!"

"And it's a horizontal slash with great force!"

"Li Ding entered the sixth rank a few days ago, and Qiu Gang defeated him with one strike. Could it be that the rumor that his realm has regressed instead of improved is false?"

Everyone in the inn was horrified by the scene before them, and the person involved broke out in a cold sweat. His face flushed, and he was still unwilling to accept it. Then he saw Qiu Gang exert force on the saber, with the back of the knife pressing on his shoulders, and directly forcing him to his knees on the ground.

The man holding the stick turned from red to white, and only then did he realize that the outcome was decided.

"If it weren't for the Spring and Autumn Register, you would have died at the hands of this knife."

Qiu Gang slowly put away his sword and said to everyone:

"Who else is dissatisfied?"

The field suddenly became quiet.

Chen Yi saw that the old beggar and the high monk from the Western Regions beside him all had serious looks in their eyes, and the balance in their hearts seemed to be tilting towards the side of peace.

This is a game. Naturally there are experts who can contend with Qiu Gang, but they will never win quickly. Instead, both sides may suffer losses, and others will inevitably gain the upper hand. What's more, if Qiu Gang is angered, he has the Zhige Division behind him.

"Who else is dissatisfied?"

Qiu Gang asked loudly again.

Just when everyone thought that no one would answer, suddenly, a sharp voice, neither male nor female, came out.

"I don't accept it!" Chen Yi turned his head and saw the man next to Lu Ying standing up.

"May I ask who you are?" Qiu Gang frowned and asked.

"My surname is Donggong." Donggong Ruoshu replied.

Hearing this surname, Chen Yi finally thought of who it was and his eyes widened.

Qiu Gang looked coldly at the man surnamed Donggong, raised the saber in his hand, and said disdainfully:

"If Mr. Donggong is dissatisfied, please enlighten me."

"Why should I teach you if I can't beat you?"

Donggong Ruoshu asked back.

Qiu Gang was stunned for a moment: "Then why don't you accept it?"

"I can't beat you, but I just won't accept it. Is it your business?"

Donggong Ruoshu asked back with confidence.

There was silence for a moment, followed by a burst of laughter.

On the second floor, even Tang Kumei couldn't help herself, and Li Xieling, who was not far away, was already leaning on the railing and laughing.

Chen Yi pressed his head, feeling helpless.

Lu Ying, who was beside Donggong Ruoshu, was already blushing with embarrassment, and hurriedly pulled Donggong Ruoshu to sit down.

After the little incident, the originally dull inn became a little more lively. After everyone calmed down again, Tang Kumei stood on the second floor and said slowly:

"I will leave after two sticks of incense, and then I will hand this person over to Lord Qiu."

As soon as the words fell, murderous intent surged on the scene, as if tensions were rising. From the very beginning, the people in the inn had been able to chat and laugh for so long only because of Tang Kumei's presence.

Tang Kumei took out a stick of incense, waved her hand and lit it. Some of the people had already left. When the incense stick was burned to one-third, only one-third of the martial arts people were left in the inn.

Qiu Gang waved his hand, signaling the Jinyiwei present to escort the common people in the inn away.

Min Ning looked back at Chen Yi, and seeing that he didn't move, he felt conflicted, but he still moved and followed the other Jinyiwei to escort the civilians.

Chen Yi watched Min Ning go away, and also saw Lu Ying and Donggong Ruoshu coming to Tang Kumei's side. It was obvious that the reason they came to this Wuyong Inn was for some reason.

"Hey, can we chat?"

The old beggar suddenly spoke.

Chen Yi turned away, and the eminent monk from the Western Regions also lowered his head slightly.

"I... no, my name is Xu Mang, the leader of the Beijing branch of the Beggars' Sect. Seeing that you two are masters like me, I'll let you in on the truth. I came here for Li Xieling, not for the Hehuan Sect."

The old beggar chewed the chicken leg in an unprofessional manner and said slowly:

"I don't care about the others, but this Li Xieling is the illegitimate son of our gang leader. I have to take him back for both moral and logical reasons. I wonder if the two masters can give me some face?"

After a moment's silence, the Western Regions monk said in fluent Central Plains Mandarin:
"I'm afraid I can't. I have come from afar just to bring back a descendant of the Hehuan Sect to stand trial. In the past, the Hehuan Sect stole 300 volumes of the secret martial arts of my Puhan Temple. If I can't bring back even one person, I'm afraid even the Buddha will not tolerate it."

The old beggar rolled his eyes and thought for a while, then asked Chen Yi:
"how about you?"

The second incense stick was halfway burned, and there were only a few people left in the inn. Li Xieling was handed over to Qiu Gang, while Tang Kumei had already led his people away slowly.

Facing the old beggar's question, Chen Yi replied calmly:
"I want to check something. I need the heir of the Hehuan Sect. As for the so-called Bodhisattva sword robe, I am not interested."

"Then we are good brothers, good brothers..."

The old beggar said a few words and asked in secret:
"How about we two deal with that bald donkey first? We are all from the Central Plains, we should unite and not let that bald donkey from the Western Regions succeed, right?"

"That's a good suggestion."

"readily!"

The old beggar laughed loudly, and ate every last bit of meat from the chicken leg, biting off the bones until they were as slanted as spikes.

"I haven't met a straightforward person in a long time. You are suitable to join my Beggars' Sect. We are good brothers, good brothers!"

The old beggar was still laughing, but the chicken bone in his hand suddenly went straight for Chen Yi's throat!
It turned out that when the voice fell, the last stick of incense had burned to the end.
I saw that the book "The Witch in My Arms" was cut, which made me sigh. 9,300 average subscriptions, 9,300 average subscriptions. My book's performance is only one-tenth of others! It was cut.
Alas, if I could achieve even one-third of their results, I wouldn't be able to cut any books.
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(End of this chapter)