After torture and questioning, the Beggar Gang's disciple confessed his stronghold in a lot of ways. Chang Wei and Huang Rong escorted the Beggar Gang's disciple and forced him to lead the way.

Leaving the restaurant, entering a side alley diagonally opposite, passing through the narrow alley, turning around for a while, gradually leaving the prosperous city, and coming to a dilapidated temple in the suburbs.

The gate of the dilapidated temple was half open, and a ragged beggar sat on the threshold, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and lit his head and knocking him to sleep.

Chang Wei deliberately made a lot of footsteps, and the beggar was awakened by the sound of footsteps. Before he could see the person coming from the other side, he muttered, "Why have you been there for so long? Have you caught me?"

After hearing this question, Chang Wei no longer hesitated. He bullied the beggar in front of the beggar, opened his five fingers, slapped the beggar with a bang, and slapped the beggar's brain and burst out in an instant.

When Chang Wei took action, Huang Rong, who was leading the Beggar Gang disciple, saw that he had found the stronghold, immediately pulled out a thrust and stabbed the Beggar Gang disciple to death.

Then the two rushed into the yard together, and there were several beggars inside. After hearing the movement at the door, they carried a knife and rod and ran out of the main hall. They just ran into Chang Wei and Huang Rong head-on in the yard. The beggar running in front suddenly slashed without saying a word.

Chang Wei shook his head and slashed the beggar with a backhand, slapped the beggar into blood and fell out before he landed. At the same time, Huang Rong rushed into the beggar group and wandered around, like a butterfly wearing a flower. No matter how many beggars cut their swords and rods, they could not touch the corner of her clothes. The eyebrows in her palms stabbed repeatedly, and every time she made a move, a beggar would fall down.

With only a few breaths, before Chang Wei's help was able to kill all the beggars.

Chang Wei gave a thumbs up and was about to praise him, when he heard a cold snorting from the top of the palace: "Hmph, kill all the people, leave no living! At a young age, he is so cruel!"

Chang Wei was shocked and looked up, but saw a figure standing on the top of the hall, looking down at them from a high place.

It was late at night, and there was an oil lamp light coming from the hall in the yard. On the top of the hall, it was pitch black. You could only barely see the figure, but you could not tell the clothes and appearance of his facial features.

Huang Rong was also slightly shocked. With her keenness, she had not noticed the existence of the figure before the figure spoke. If the man had not spoken and took advantage of the two of them to attack and attack from a high position, wouldn't she and Chang Wei be doomed?

However, since the man showed his signs, Huang Rong was not very afraid. She raised her head and said frankly: "These Huazi have sinister intentions and are not as good as others. They deserve it to be beaten to death by us. Why do you blame us?"

"Little girl is so angry." The figure said, "According to your words, if you are not as skilled as others, I deserve it?"

Huang Rong stuck out her tongue and smiled, "We didn't do anything bad, why should you hit us?"

The figure said, "Didn't do bad things? I killed so many people and argued that I didn't do bad things? It seems that I have to teach you a lesson!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure jumped from the top of the palace and slapped his palm.

In the Legend of the Condor Heroes, even the Master of the Five Awesomenesses rarely attack in the air. People in the martial arts world do not have any outward momentum, nor do they have "spiritual sensing". Without formal contact, it is difficult to detect the depth of the other party's strength.

For this reason, masters such as Ouyang Feng, Huang Yaoshi, and Zhou Botong were all underestimated before they took action. It was precisely because of this that Qiu Qianzhang was able to pretend that Qiu Qianren was cheating.

However, the figure on the top of the hall could be hidden from Huang Rong and Chang Wei. I didn't know when it would arrive quietly, standing on the top of the hall, and I could see Chang Wei and Huang Rong's every move. This light skill alone should not be underestimated.

At this time, the attack he was rushing into the air was neither full of energy nor strange tricks. It seemed to be just an ordinary person. Chang Wei did not dare to be careless. He stepped forward and blocked Huang Rong. He raised his palms, and his palms turned into a blue-black color. He faced the opponent's palm and pushed up with all his strength.

Bang!

Chang Wei collided with the figure with his palms, and a thunderous roar broke out. Chang Wei's whole body was shocked, and he felt a pounding force surged. Suddenly, his palms were painful, his arms were numb, and he couldn't help but staggered back.

"Young people have good palm power!"

The figure exclaimed, and somersaulted in the air and rushed towards Chang Wei again: "Take me another palm!"

It was the same palm hit again. Chang Wei gritted his teeth and activated his true energy. He attacked with all his strength regardless of the discomfort of his arms.

Bang!

When his palms touched the figure with one palm, he only made a light sound. Chang Wei thought it was another full-strength collision, but he didn't expect that the palm force he had blasted out with all his strength was empty and there was no place. The feeling of the power of his power was suffocating, and he felt uncomfortable and wanted to disgust.

Before he could recover, the figure suddenly burst out from his palm with huge waves, and surging on his palm.

Chang Wei's arms, from the tip of his palm to his shoulders, suddenly became numb, sore, weak, and could no longer lift. His body also shook violently, and his feet could not hold on to the momentum. He couldn't help but retreated continuously, retreating for more than ten steps, until he hit the courtyard wall and shaking the courtyard wall slightly, and then he stopped.

The figure was both regretful and surprised: "Young people can practice such palm power, so their skills are really solid! But why are the moves so crude that they can't even make simple changes in strength? Who can teach you how to kung fu?"

"What I taught?" Huang Rong snorted lightly, jumped up, and her eyebrows pricked the figure's eyes.

Although the figure had a powerful palm power, she easily defeated Chang Wei with her two palms, but when she came out, her moves were simple and almost no change. She thought that this person's martial arts were just average, but his palm was so strong that he could defeat this person with his flexible body skills and his moves were weird, and he immediately took action.

However, her body movements and moves that could easily use Chang Wei as a sandbag were useless in front of this person. As soon as the erection thorns made her move, she felt a flash in front of her eyes, and her hands were empty. The erection thorns that were holding tightly were snatched away by the man, but she couldn't even see the man's technique clearly.

Huang Rong exclaimed in surprise, but still refused to admit defeat. She stepped on the Qimen Bagua Step and walked around the figure. She walked out of Luoying Shen Sword Palm with her right hand, pinched orchids with her left hand, and kicked the whirlwind swept the leaf leg under her feet, and wanted to trip the man down.

At this time, she had already made every effort and used all the skills she could take. Unexpectedly, as soon as she took action, the man disappeared from her sight, and a voice came from behind her: "Little girl, is your master's surname Huang?"

Huang Rong took a few moves, but she didn't even touch the corner of the man's clothes. She was already shocked. When she heard this, she was even more shocked: "How do you know?"

The man said, "I said, why are you so cruel and ruthless? It turns out that you are Huang Laoxie's disciple. No wonder."

While speaking, the man raised his hand and patted it gently, and his palm fell on Huang Rong's shoulder. It seemed that he had no force, but it kept Huang Rong unable to move.

Chang Wei had just recovered, and his sore and weak arm had not yet recovered completely. He saw the man's palm fall on Huang Rong's shoulder and said anxiously: "Senior, show mercy! Rong'er is not only Huang...a disciple, but also his daughter!"

The figure said, "Daughter? Well, the eyebrows, eyes and nose are indeed similar to Huang Laoxie. Don't worry, young man, the old beggar will not bully the young."

It was not until this time that Chang Wei could see the man clearly with the light of the oil lamps shining in the hall.

It was a tall, red-faced middle-aged man who looked in his early forties. He was wearing a simple short suit, with several patches on it, and a green stick in his left hand, and a vermilion gourd tied to it. His right hand pressed on Huang Rong's shoulder had only four fingers, and one index finger was missing.

Even though he had never seen this person, Chang Wei recognized him at a glance just by dressing up.

It is the leader of the Beggars' Sect, the "Nine-Fingered God Beggar" Hong Qigong!

"No wonder the palm power is extremely fierce!"

Chang Wei recognized Hong Qigong, and while feeling moved, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Since it is Hong Qigong, then he and Huang Rong must be in danger. Even if they have killed many disciples of the Beggars' Sect, as long as they explain it clearly, with Hong Qigong's temperament, they may even say good things for what they did.

The only thing that made Chang Wei a little depressed was that Hong Qigong seemed to think that he was too cruel to take action...

He wants to learn the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms! The first impression is very important!

"My younger brother Chang Wei, pay homage to senior brother!" Chang Wei clasped his fists and bowed deeply: "Thank you for your mercy, senior brother."

Chang Wei knew that Hong Qigong did not use all his strength in the two palms just now. Especially for the second palm, although the palm power surged like a tide, the way of exerting force was "push", which would only push him backwards like a big wave, but would not really hurt him.

Otherwise, his palm power was lost at that time. Just when the old force had passed away and the new force had not yet emerged, if Mr. Hong wanted to hurt him, his palm power could easily blast into his body, shaking him into pieces and his meridians and his internal organs turned into powder.

His dragon roar iron cloth shirt is just a small achievement, and his internal organs have just begun to be strengthened. How can he stop Hong Qigong's "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms"?

"You young man is so obedient." Hong Qigong smiled, let go of the palm pressed on Huang Rong's shoulder, and said, "Just just now, she taught you kung fu. So, are you also under the disciple of Mr. Huang?"

Before Chang Wei could reply, he frowned and said, "No, the little girl in the Huang family has superficial skills, so she can rely on her exquisite moves. With her skills and age, why should she teach you? Besides, your kung fu is not Huang Laoxie's way."

Huang Rong flattened her mouth and snorted: "I teach him his kung fu!"

Chang Wei also said: "Senior, the younger generation's kung fu is indeed taught by Rong'er. However, without the permission of the Huangdao Master, Rong'er dared not teach her family martial arts without authorization, so she only taught her several external kung fu, and the younger generation did not join the Huangdao Master."

"This is strange." Hong Qigong was surprised: "With your palm power and internal strength, you have to practice for at least ten years before you can have such skills. The little girl from the Huang family looks like she is only fifteen or sixteen years old. Could it be that she will start teaching you since she was five or six years old?"

Huang Rong was so proud that she raised her chin with pride: "We are always powerful, and we are a martial arts genius who is rare in a thousand years. We have only been practicing martial arts for ten days!"
Chapter completed!