Martial Arts: 10,000 times return, accept Xiaolongnu as apprentice at the beginning

I saw that his eyes were wide open, his eyeballs were round, and his face was full of horror.

“How…how is this possible!!?”

"This little Taoist priest actually knows the secret of my finger being cut off. Where did he get this information?"

"There should be no possibility of circulation in the outside world..."

Just when Hong Qigong was deeply moved, Su Liu seemed to be able to read other people's minds and suddenly said with a smile:

"Senior Hong, there is no need to be so surprised."

"I only know a little bit of physiognomy. Although I am not very proficient, there are not many things I don't know in the martial arts world."

If such words were spoken by someone else, Hong Qigong would naturally not believe a single word of them.

But if it was what Su Liu said.

Even Hong Qigong and Qiao Feng, who did not believe in destiny, felt a little shaken, and the same thought suddenly came to their mind.

"Could it be that this Taoist priest Su is really as he said, proficient in the innate magic, able to predict the future 500 years ahead and 500 years later, and can also calculate all the secrets of the martial arts world?"

Facing the two people's suspicious gazes, Su Liu just smiled slightly.

He did not explain at all, but seemed even more unfathomable, as if he was a god standing in the clouds, making it impossible to figure out.

"Brother Qiao, we haven't had enough drinks today. It's a pity that the Songhe Tower has collapsed. Why don't you and I go to another place, and with Senior Hong, the three of us can have another good drink?"

Su Liu was in a good mood today and he smiled and invited Qiao Feng and Hong Qigong.

The two of them looked at each other and then shook their heads at the same time.

Qiao Feng seemed to feel a little regretful, but he still explained:

"Brother Su, thank you for your kindness."

"However, it just so happens that today is the day when the Beggars' Sect holds a Heroes Conference. I and Sect Leader Hong will both go to the Beggars' Sect headquarters soon, so let's save this dinner for later!"

Hearing this, Su Liu immediately became interested and asked with a smile:

"Heroes' Conference?"

"Interesting, what are you guys planning to discuss at this so-called hero conference?"

Hearing Su Liu's question.

Qiao Feng sighed suddenly, and his eyes became somewhat relieved.

Hong Qigong curled his lips and said indignantly:

"You don't know that this Heroes Conference is to elect the next leader of the Southern Beggars' Sect and the Clean Clothes Beggars' Sect."

"With Qiao Feng's talent and martial arts, he is the best candidate to be the next leader of the Beggars' Sect. But who would have thought that Cheng Yaojin would suddenly appear and compete with Qiao Feng for the position of leader of the Beggars' Sect!"

Hearing this, Su Liu raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, and he asked softly:

"Oh? That's interesting."

"Who is qualified to compete with Brother Qiao for the position of leader of the Beggars' Sect?"

Hong Qigong scratched his beard and muttered with some dissatisfaction:

"Who else could it be?"

"He is the adopted son of that old man Wang Jiantong, a pretty boy named Nangong Ling!"

Chapter 212 Even the Lord of Heaven can’t save him, so I wonder if I can save him?

“Nangong Ling?”

Su Liu raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard this name somewhere before.

After a little thought, an idea suddenly came to my mind.

"It turned out to be that Japanese bastard..."

After recalling the plot in "Fragrant Blood Sea", Su Liu couldn't help but let out a faint smile.

"Is this kind of person worthy enough to compete with Qiao Feng for the position of leader of the Beggars' Sect?"

Then, Su Liu looked at Huang Rong and chuckled:

"Rong'er, since we don't know where to go next, why don't we follow them and go to the so-called Heroes Conference?"

"Okay!"

Huang Rong smiled sweetly, her beautiful eyes sparkling with light, and said in a tender voice:

"I just don't know how many heroes and how many cowards there are in this so-called hero conference?"

Hearing this, Hong Qigong's face turned bitter and he said helplessly:

"If you are not a family, you will not be a family."

"You're both so sharp-tongued. Little girl, you and Su Xiaoxie are a perfect match!"

Huang Rong's pretty face turned slightly red, she stamped her feet fiercely and said angrily:

"Qigong, what family...what nonsense are you talking about!? 08"

"Rong'er is ignoring you!"

Su Liuyi found it funny and thought to himself.

"Old beggar, if you knew that this girl was Huang Lao Xie's daughter, you would probably pop your eyes out, right?"

Afterwards, Su Liu and his group prepared to go to the headquarters of the Beggars' Gang in Jiangnan to participate in this grand gathering of beggars from all over the world.

However, there was a small incident in the middle.

That is, the green bull that Su Liu had been riding before was missing.

According to onlookers, the blue ox was led away by several beggar-like men during the chaos when the restaurant was about to collapse.

This time, Liang Zi was about to arrive.

The green ox was just an ordinary beast.

But at least he carried Su Liu for eight hundred miles.

How could Su Liu not be angry when it was stolen just like that?

He looked at Hong Qigong and Qiao Feng, and said with a half-smile:

"Brother Qiao, Gang Leader Hong, this kind of thing happened on your Beggars' Clan's territory. You two should give me a reasonable explanation, right?"

Hong Qigong smiled bitterly and said helplessly:

"This is the territory of the Southern Beggars' Sect. The current leader, Wang Jiantong, is highly skilled in martial arts and upright. He is also very strict with his disciples. However, there are too many disciples in the Beggars' Sect, so it is inevitable that some bad guys will appear."

And Qiao Feng was furious.

"Brother Su, please stop your wrath for a while."

He took a deep breath, bowed to Su Liu with a serious face and apologized, and promised:

"Please rest assured, Qiao will give you an explanation for this matter!"

After saying this, Qiao Feng frowned slightly and murmured:

"This is Jiaxing. Who is the leader of the Beggars' Sect branch here?"

Hong Qigong waved his hand and shouted angrily:

"Who cares? Just go to the branch and take a look. I don't believe any Beggars' Sect elder would dare to allow his men to act like this!"

Even though this incident was not done by the Northern Beggars' Gang under his jurisdiction, the Northern and Southern Beggars' Gangs are, after all, of the same blood.

On the one hand, Hong Qigong was angry, but on the other hand, he was even more afraid.

If this evil sword immortal is really angered.

For the Beggars' Sect, this will definitely be an unprecedented catastrophe!

Even though the Beggars' Sect is the largest gang in the world, it may not be able to withstand the sword of this sword immortal!

Thinking of this, Hong Qigong couldn't help but feel shocked and angry.

He exhaled slowly, temporarily suppressed the anger in his heart, patted his chest and said to Su Liupai:

"I, the old beggar, will take charge of this matter. I will give Su Jianxian an explanation!"

Su Liu smiled slightly, his eyes were indifferent, but his tone was a little cold, and he said leisurely:

"Better so."

"Otherwise, I will go to the Beggars' Sect to seek justice!"

This statement came out.

Qiao Feng and Hong Qigong both felt a chill in their hearts and looked at each other subconsciously, with a hint of anxiety and panic in their eyes.

damn it!

Which bastard is so desperate that he dares to provoke this evil star?

If you want to die, just die by yourself, why do you have to implicate the entire Beggars' Sect! ! ?

In shock and anger, Qiao Feng and Hong Qigong, two famous figures in the Beggars' Sect, angrily took Su Liu and Huang Rong to the Beggars' Sect branch here.

...

Dusk.

Beside the water.

In a Zen temple.

A group of beggars were gathering together.

Sharpen the knife, boil water and light the fire.

And tied to the tree in the corner was Su Liu's big blue ox.

Apparently, the old cow that had carried Su Liu for eight hundred miles was about to become meal for these beggars.

At this moment, a figure suddenly turned over and rushed in like a night owl.

After seeing this figure, dozens of beggars in the courtyard stood up and saluted.

"Boss!"

"Meet the boss!"

The tall and thin man who was called the boss by the beggars just waved his hand and took off the sack on his shoulder.

Seeing this, a black-faced beggar laughed evilly, licked his lips, and said with a chuckle:

"Boss, which lady did you bring back this time?"

"Hey, can we brothers have some soup too?"

The tall and thin man sneered, a hint of complacency appeared in his eyes, and an evil smile appeared on his pale face.

"No hurries?"

"When I've had enough, it will be your turn!"

These words naturally aroused the excitement of the beggars.

"it is good!"

"Boss, be righteous!"

"Follow the boss, there will be wine, meat and women!"

Listening to the constant flattery sounds around him, Bai Yumo couldn't help but smile.

Then, he looked at the sack on the ground, and a hint of heat flashed in his eyes.

"My little beauty, I have been thinking about you for a long time. Today I finally have the chance to kiss you!"

Before he finished speaking, Bai Yu Mo impatiently untied the sack.

Under the greedy gazes of dozens of Beggar Gang disciples, a beautiful girl rolled out of the sack and fell to the ground.