The more Yankong fought, the more frightened he became. The contempt in his heart had long since been wiped away, replaced by deep fear, and he moved his hands to show that he was struggling.

And after He Xiaolan defeated the three sword monks and joined the battle group, he became even more exhausted and had no chance to breathe at all.

He originally relied on his strong martial arts skills and came here to design the Iron Monkey, so he only brought the scar-faced monk and four sword monks with him. The other entourage stayed in the prefect's Yamen. Now all the five people he brought were killed, but he started to feel a little uncomfortable.

I regret that I overestimated myself.

In addition, he had been fighting with the people opposite for so long, but there was no night watchman or watchman. This was obviously someone who had made arrangements.

I thought he was setting up Iron Monkey, but I didn't expect that the other party had already planned it and was waiting for him to fall into his trap.

No, you absolutely can’t fall here!

Where there is life, there is hope!

Thinking of this, Yankong felt fierce in his heart. He took Huang Qiying's kick and He Xiaolan's punch. He made the sound of wind and thunder with his palms, and used the power of the cloak to force everyone back. At the same time, he flew back with the force of the counterattack.

retreat.

Yankong bent his knees and jumped up, stepped on the wall, and was about to jump to the roof. However, he didn't want to be in mid-air. His ankles tightened and a huge force came, and he fell back to the ground involuntarily.

It turned out that Yang Tianchun discovered that Yankong was about to escape, and at the critical moment, he threw out a nine-section whip and wrapped it around his ankles, pulling him back.

Yankong couldn't escape, he was furious in his heart, shouted loudly, kicked his legs hard, and broke the nine-section whip wrapped around his feet. Just when he was about to make a move, Huang Qiying's shadowless feet were already carrying fierce energy.

He kicked him hard in the chest, kicked him away and hit the ground.

Huang Qiying shouted: "Attack him!" As he spoke, he leaned down to the ground and used his shadowless kick to attack.

As soon as Yankong stood up from the ground, Huang Qiying's shadowless feet attacked his lower body continuously. He kept retreating and dodging, and he also had to pay attention to parry Fang Muye, Yang Tianchun and He Xiaolan. Unknowingly, they were already in chaos.

A square inch.

He was about to be kicked in the calf by Huang Qiying. Judging from the howling wind in his leg, if he was kicked, his calf would probably be broken on the spot. Yankong had no choice but to jump into the air to avoid it.

It should be noted that people in the air have no earth to rely on, and have the most flaws, and there is nothing to rely on in the air. Once the energy is exhausted, they can only be slaughtered by others.

Yang Tianchun yelled "Flying Kicks", jumped up in the air, turned his legs sharply in the air, made two muffled "bang bang" sounds, kicked Yankong and flew towards Fang Muye.

A flash of light flashed in Fang Muye's eyes, and his figure shot like an arrow towards the falling Yankong. The eight-sided Han sword in his hand turned, shining out a cold and clear light. In an instant, a white light cut through the long night.

Yankong was extremely horrified, warning signs were blaring, and he intended to do something, but...

"Puch!"

Blood surged like a fountain, Yankong's head rose into the sky, and the headless body hit the ground heavily.

After a hard-fought battle, Yankong finally died, and the four of them couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

Huang Qiying saluted in the direction of Southern Shaolin and said: "The unscrupulous disciple Huang Qiying finally avenged his great revenge today. I comfort the heroic souls of the masters. May all the teachers rest in peace!"

After he stood up, Fang Muye said: "After the mission of eradicating evil is over, Yankong still has many minions still in the government. Please follow me for another trip."

At this time, there was not a single official in the magistrate's yamen, only Yankong's followers were drinking and having fun, waiting for Master Yankong to return in triumph.

Fang Muye and the four men suddenly came to kill them, and with just a cup of tea, they annihilated them like chickens and ducks.

The sun rises in the east and the sky gradually becomes clearer.

Outside Fengyi Railway Station in Jiaxing Prefecture, Fang Muye, Yang Tianchun and He Xiaolan came to bid farewell to Huang Qiying and his son.

Yang Tianchun cupped his fists and said, "Brother Huang, I have to say goodbye today. I really don't know when we will see you again."

Huang Qiying said with a smile: "Brother Yang, Mrs. Sister-in-law, why don't you come to the south to find us? When the time comes, your Baicaotang and I, Baozhilin, will live next to each other, and we will definitely benefit the people of that area."

Fang Muye ignored their conversation, pulled Huang Feihong to the side, patted his shoulder, and said seriously: "Feihong, you learned the Flying Kick from Dr. Yang, and you also have the Wuying Kick, a martial arts passed down from your family.

One day, you will fuse the two sets of kicks and be able to fly into the sky with a shadowless kick. At that time, your shadowless kick will be the real shadowless kick."

Huang Feihong stretched out his hand to scratch his forehead, glanced at Huang Qiying, and said in confusion: "God, my current shadowless feet are real shadowless feet."

"No! Not yet! You have to believe me!" Fang Muye said seriously.

Seeing Fang Muye's serious face, Huang Feihong had no choice but to nod his head helplessly and said, "Okay, God, I will give it a try as you said."

Fang Muye put his palm on Huang Feihong's head and smiled with satisfaction: "Well, this is a good boy!"

Huang Feihong's face suddenly showed an embarrassed and shy look.

"Feihong, we're leaving!" Huang Qiying's voice came.

Everyone said goodbye, Huang Qiying and Huang Feihong turned around and entered the station, boarding the train back to Foshan.

Foshan, which belongs to Nanhai County, Guangzhou Prefecture, Guangdong Province, is one of the "Four Famous Towns".

There are many martial arts halls in Foshan Town, and the development of martial arts is unprecedentedly prosperous. It has gathered dozens of martial arts styles from the north and the south, and there are many martial arts practitioners, so the folk customs of Foshan are strong and fierce.

In addition to practicing martial arts, Foshan people also pay attention to food culture, among which tea culture is very popular. As the saying goes, "If you have money, go upstairs, but if you don't have money, walk downstairs." This is what it means.

Early in the morning, the Deyue Teahouse on Yongding Street was already crowded with people, the seats were full, people were shouting and shouting.

In the private room on the second floor, a group of wealthy country gentlemen were entertaining the birds and chatting with each other.

"Have you heard that a new governor of Guangdong and Guangxi is coming soon?"

"You are going to say this, but I know a thing or two. I went to visit a clan member who was on duty in the provincial capital the day before yesterday, and I learned from him that the new Governor of Guangdong and Guangxi will take office in the next two days. Speaking of which, this Governor of Guangdong and Guangxi

His surname is Sun, and he is still the same family as us, hahaha." Having said this, the old man surnamed Sun couldn't help but become happy, as if he had benefited greatly from having the same surname as the Governor of Guangdong and Guangxi.

Someone expressed emotion: "Now that foreigners are in power, the status of Chinese people is low. I only hope that after Mr. Sun takes office, our situation in Guangdong will be better."

Someone immediately echoed: "Yes, there are more and more foreigners, and life is getting harder and harder!"

"Zhang Weng, you are so powerful that you can do business with foreign devils."

Wearing a pair of glasses and holding a gold pipe, Zhang Weng, who was about sixty years old, smiled and said in a very Versailles style: "Oh, I can't make a living in my hometown, so I have to go to England to work as a cow or horse.

"

"This time, Lao Zhao brought a imperial concubine to take pictures with you. This bird stole the show."

Zhang Weng immediately laughed happily and said to Lao Zhao: "It's a little fun to take pictures, you can take one later."

Lao Zhao grinned and cupped his hands in salute: "It's so caring, thanks to you."

At this time, a greeting came from outside the door.

"Master Huang."

"Master Huang."

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"Hello fellow citizens!"
Chapter completed!