The moment the Taoist priest pinched his wrist, Yang Tiexin had already subconsciously struggled with luck. Unexpectedly, as soon as he was lucky, he immediately felt a burning and sore feeling. His wrist was sore and numb, and his entire right arm was extremely sore and numb, and he completely lost control.

In just a few seconds, Yang Tiexin's face turned red, and even cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Seeing this, Guo Xiaotian next to him knew that his brother was at a disadvantage, but he thought that he and others had been kind enough to make friends with each other. If he did it rashly, he might really offend people. So he quickly stepped forward and bowed to the Taoist priest and said, "Please please, please sit in the room!"

The Taoist sneered again, shook his hand and let go of Yang Tiexin, and walked into the house in a big way. However, before he stepped into the threshold, his body stiffened slightly, his aura suddenly erupted, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he instantly converged without a trace. However, when he entered the house, his face became much more serious.

"Master, we're meeting again!" Luo Yuchen smiled and nodded, but the Taoist, Qiu Chuji, just snorted slightly and ignored him. He just sat down in the only empty seat. However, after hearing Luo Yuchen's words, Guo Xiaotian showed some unexpected surprises: "Brother Luo, you know this Taoist priest?"

"I just met once!" Luo Yuchen smiled meaningfully, and Qiu Chuji sneered repeatedly and said loudly: "Okay, you three are waiting for me here. What is your idea of ​​playing? Hurry up and take a look, I will follow you one by one!"

The sharp eyes swept Luo Yuchen, and a little contempt suddenly appeared on Qiu Chuji's face: "I remember you, you were already staring at me more than half a month ago, right? I didn't expect that you, the hawks in the court, could guess my course of action. However, these two followers are a little bad. They are obviously two big men from Shandong, but they hide here and pretend to be farmers in Lin'an. Unfortunately, they can't change their Shandong dialect. Also, how can farmers do their best?"

"What? Who do you think is the court hawk?" Guo Xiaotian and Yang Tiexin asked in unison, but then Guo Xiaotian's eyes couldn't help but fall on Luo Yuchen. However, Yang Tiexin quickly reached out and pulled him, put it in his ear and whispered: "Brother Luo was invited by me from Qu San's family!"

Guo Xiaotian understood the thoughtless words, and Luo Yuchen also understood that Yang Tiexin meant that Qu Lingfeng was a shocking thief who entered the palace at night to steal treasures. He also had a good relationship with him. He was naturally unlikely to be a government official when he lived in his home. Guo Xiaotian nodded slightly, and the doubt in his eyes gradually faded away. Then he looked at the Taoist priest with Yang Tiexin and said, "This Taoist priest, you are so unreasonable. We brothers kindly invite you to drink. It would be fine if you don't drink it, so why bother to be so confused and talk nonsense?"

"Not bad! You were very hostile to us as soon as you came, as if we were waiting here to harm you! Whether it was okay, our wine would not break anyway. If you don't drink it, just go out. We won't welcome you!" Yang Tiexin was already very rude to say this, but after hearing this, the Taoist priest sat down steadily, poured himself a glass of wine, and tilted his head to drink it!

"Hmm? Didn't you even get a medicine?" After a glass of wine, the Taoist priest smacked his lips, savored it for a moment, and drank three more cups in one breath. Then he sneered and said, "But I'm not afraid of you after you take medicine. Even if you really have sweating, you can't confuse me!"

After hearing this, Guo Yang and the others were so angry that their faces flushed, Luo Yuchen couldn't help but yell and said, "If I want to drug you, it's not as simple as sweating pills. At least you have to get some crane red, 杨正视频, etc."

"Hmph!" Qiu Chuji glanced at Luo Yuchen, suddenly untied the straw raincoat, threw it on the ground, then took a leather bag from his back, and poured it on the table: "Isn't this what you want? Well, I'll give it to you!"

"Ah..." With a strong smell of blood, a bloody head suddenly jumped onto the table. Bao Xiruo, who was hiding on the side to peek, was shocked and subconsciously escaped into the inner room. Guo Xiaotian and Yang Tiexin were also so scared that they jumped up and shouted loudly: "Okay, it turns out that you are actually a thief who kills and robs!"

While speaking, Yang Tiexin suddenly took out a dagger with a flashing cold light from his arms and stabbed it into the middle-aged Taoist priest's chest. The Taoist sneered: "Haoke's claw, have you finally started? Then don't blame Taoist for killing!" As he said that, he raised his left hand and pointed it like a knife, and was about to cut Yang Tiexin's right wrist, but before he could take action, a fist had been silently pressed on his right rib clothes!

"Hey!" At the last moment, Qiu Chuji finally noticed the danger. He saw that his moves were inconvenient. He cut his left palm on the edge of Yang Tiexin's right palm, then turned his wrist and pinched it on the spine of the dagger, and was about to snatch it back. At the same time, his breath had already reached the end, and his chest and abdomen suddenly pulled back, and it collapsed several inches at once. After giving the strongest edge, he was forced to take Luo Yuchen's punch!

After punching, Qiu Chuji did not fall out. He just snorted slightly and shook his body gently. But this was not a good thing, but it only meant that Luo Yuchen's fist was so powerful that almost all the power burst out in Qiu Chuji's body, turning into destructive power, and almost no force was wasted by being transformed into inertia.

Qiu Chuji is still a bit arrogant after all. Luo Yuchen's "Shadowless God Fist" has now broken through the four-star realm. When he punches, he can not only mobilize his whole body's strength, but also release the force of the fist out to about a twelve. Even if this punch gives him the strongest edge and fails to achieve the maximum effect, it also exerts seven or eight points of lethality. Qiu Chuji is careless and will naturally suffer a big loss.

The moment his body swayed slightly, a red tide surged on his face, and the power in his hand disappeared for a moment. Seeing this, Yang Tiexin suddenly exerted force and was about to take back his dagger. Qiu Chuji was unable to compete, so he had to take it forward, but Yang Tiexin used the wrong strength and staggered backwards. Guo Xiaotian quickly reached out and grabbed him.

"Okay, okay! I didn't expect you to have such good boxing skills!" After suddenly overturning the table, Qiu Chuji jumped over Guo Yang and the others and jumped over the open space outside: "If you have sex, come out, let's fight for another 300 rounds!" Yang Tiexin suffered losses again and again, and was already angry. Without waiting for Luo Yuchen and the others to speak, he directly grabbed the iron spear by the wall and jumped out: "Okay! Just as you, the thief Taoist, are about to see the power of my Yang family spear!"

"Hey, you, a public rat, are worthy of the Yang family's shooting skills?", "Stop talking nonsense, look at the trick..."

By the time Luo Yuchen and Guo Xiaotian snatched out, Yang Tiexin had already fought with the Taoist priest. However, although Qiu Chuji had not yet pulled out the sword behind him, he had already gained an absolute advantage, forcing Yang Tiexin to be embarrassed. Yang Tiexin naturally needed great room for his spear. However, now Qiu Chuji was tightly entangled around him. No matter how Yang Tiexin changed his moves, he could not force him back half a step. Instead, he was forced by Qiu Chuji's pair of fleshy palms to jump and dodge, and retreat step by step!

Seeing that his moves became more and more scattered, and the Taoist priest on the opposite side was flying up and down with a pair of fleshy palms. He almost grabbed his wrist and snatched his weapons several times. Yang Tiexin was extremely anxious and gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Then he suddenly saw him rushing, dragging his spear and turning around and leaving.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest subconsciously raised his heels, but after chasing for a few steps, he heard Yang Tiexin shouting loudly, holding the handle of the gun with both hands, suddenly twisting his waist and rolling his arms, turning around and out of the gun, and stabbing the Taoist in the face! This move of "returning the horse" was extremely fierce. In Luo Yuchen's opinion, it was more than just a little better than Mr. Chu! Almost in the blink of an eye, the gun had already stabbed Qiu Chuji's face. Qiu Chuji had no time to dodge, and he also shouted loudly, his palms closed together, and he actually clamped the gun head!

"Good gun technique, it's indeed an authentic Yang family gun!" As Qiu Chuji's admiration, Yang Tiexin had already exerted force continuously, but the gun head was as if it was welded on Qiu Chuji's hand. No matter how hard he tried, it would not move at all. A hint of hesitation flashed in Qiu Chuji's eyes, but then, while inhaling, the slight tingling pain on his chest made him frown slightly. At that moment, he did not hesitate, and snorted coldly, raised his right palm like lightning, and slammed hard in the middle of the steel spear!

A "bang" sounded the sound of gold and iron clashing. Yang Tiexin felt the tiger's mouth hurt sharply, his palms were numb, and he involuntarily let go of his hand, letting the iron spear fall into the snow. He retreated in a daze. Qiu Chuji did not pursue it, but turned around and said to Luo Yuchen: "Okay, it's your turn! I didn't notice it for a while, and almost touched your way. Now, let Master Dao have a good experience of your shadowless divine fist!"

"In fact, what I am best at is not boxing, but swordsmanship! I wonder if I would like to give you advice?"
Chapter completed!