he-tui,he-tui!

Seeing Limlu's very disgusting appearance, Xiao Feng thought that he had suffered an injustice and still had the taste.

While the Beggar Gang disciples were spitting, he quickly used his internal force to transmit the voice.

"I didn't have this rule when the leader of the Beggars' Sect succeeded to the throne. Maybe it was only after I appeared."

Xiao Feng probably understood that this was to let the incoming gang leader know that even if he became the gang leader, he would still be a beggar, and he was no different from other beggars, and there was no distinction between superior and inferior.

But he believes that this can be achieved in other ways to make the leader not forget his roots, so why should he use such radical means?

Is it a great honor for the Beggars’ Sect to let the heroes watch the leader of the Beggars’ Sect be spitting and spitting out thick phlegm?

Xiao Feng could not understand the brain circuits of these people at all!

...

After a succession ceremony for the leader of the Beggars' Sect, which was so delicious that many people who had just had a meal were nauseous, Lu Youjiao went back and changed his clothes.

He put the clothes that tasted very special as a proof of the succession ceremony of the leader of the Beggars' Sect.

With the smell of this body, even if he can feel at ease, the people around him can't stand it!

The next part of the Heroes Conference is to choose a martial arts leader who can lead everyone to fight against the Mongolian Tartars.

Among the five great masters, the magical powers of the middle are already burping. Prince Duan of Dali is an outsider in Dali. Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Evil, is far away from Taohua Island. Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, wants to be, but no one else allows it!

At this time, Hong Qigong had actually died with Ouyang Feng, but only Yang Guo knew about the news. Therefore, under such circumstances, the heroes highly recommended Hong Qigong, who was no longer alive, as the leader of the martial arts world.

However, everyone is used to the situation where Hong Qigong Shenlong is unable to see his tail, running around and seeing unfairness. Therefore, they want to choose a deputy leader who can truly stay in Xiangyang and lead everyone to fight bloody battles with the Mongolian army.

Some people chose Guo Jing, some chose Qiu Chuji, some chose Lu Youjiao, who had just become the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and some even didn't know what to think, so they chose Huang Rong, who was pregnant.

For a moment, the scene was extremely lively, and Dilim looked at him.

"Wow, is this the world? It's so lively and interesting!"

Just as everyone was quarreling, a long drink containing internal strength suddenly rang out of the bamboo forest.

"For such an interesting thing, let's get involved!"

Under the gaze of a group of heroes, three people came from outside the bamboo forest.

The one on the left is the Mongolian prince Huo Du, holding a folding fan in his hand and dressing as a noble man.

The Tibetan monk on the right, who was tall and thin, like a bamboo pole, was carrying a golden rod, about four feet long, with a head and bowl, and a golden body, and a demon-subduing pestle, which was shining with golden light. He was Huodu's senior brother Darba.

And among the two, there was a middle-aged monk wearing a red robe, extremely tall and thin, with a slightly sunken forehead, like a plate.

Seeing the monk, Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and sent a message to Limulu.

"The breath is thick, there is no seal under the feet, and the eyes are shining. This is a master!"

Judging from Xiao Feng's appearance, Limulu became serious.

"How tall is it? Is the Hulk like that? If so, I'll get serious."

Xiao Feng:(;?_?)

What did you say? The Hulk in the Marvel Memory Illusion can't be killed, and the more you fight, the more angry you get, the stronger you get?

Can humans compare with that kind of monster? Even if three of them are not enough for others to fight!

In an instant, the speechless Xiao Feng noticed his mistake and sent a message again with some helplessness.

"A master of my level."

Although he was a little sorry for Daxia Xiao, Limulu immediately felt relieved after hearing what he said.

Small scene, I'll stay!

...

While the two of them sent messages, Huo Du also introduced the middle-aged monk.

He opened the folding fan and revealed a beautiful peony on the fan, and said proudly.

"This is the master of the Tibetan sage, and everyone respectfully calls him the King of Golden Wheel. The current empress of the Great Mongolian Kingdom is named the first national protection master."

As soon as he finished introducing it, Limlu burst out laughing and immediately attracted the attention of others.

Looking at the short mysterious man with a hat on his head, King Jinlun said in a strange tone of Central Plains.

"why are you laughing?"

Limlu was a little hesitant: If he told the truth, he might offend people, right?

However, this is the copy world! So it’s okay to offend it!

Thinking of this, Limulu's face under her hat showed a smile that was not too serious when she watched the fun and said.

"I just want to know why the national teacher of King Jinlun was granted by your Mongolian Queen?"

hiss!

After listening to Limulu's words, the many heroes present took a breath.

This man's mouth is so poisonous!

But since I am a Mongolian, I like it!

Many heroes showed joking smiles that men knew about, looking at the Golden Wheel Dharma King with "Excellent" and "So you are such a national teacher, do the Mongolian emperor know?"

In an instant, the Golden Wheel Dharma King's face turned red and his internal strength almost went wrong. Huo Du even widened his eyes and shouted angrily.

"You who hide your head and tail dare to sing and speak wildly?! You dare to fight me!"

"War as soon as you fight, who is afraid of who?"

Limulu took off her hat and put it aside, revealing that look that was very different from that of ordinary people, which caused a stir.

"Interracial?"

"child?"

Seeing his appearance, Huo was a little bit difficult.

Go up and fight with a child? If he beat him to death, it will make the crowd excited and everyone will go side by side, even the master may fall into the crowd.

But he didn't go? He just scolded his master and was also insulted by the Mongolian queen. As a Mongolian prince, if he didn't go, he would definitely be dealt with when he went back.

Limlu saw Huo Du's hesitation, touched his white and tender face, and smiled.

"I am past my thirties, but I am just young. The Mongolian prince opposite me, if he is a man, he will fight me!"

Speaking of this, Huo no longer wanted to retreat.

He quickly stepped forward, and the heroes around him consciously gave up their positions for Huodu and Limulu.

"please!"

"please!"

The two clasped their fists, and the next moment, Limulu's figure instantly disappeared from Huodu's vision.

"What, so fast?!"

Huo Du was shocked.

Although he is not a first-class expert, he is also the second-class peak. As soon as Limulu makes his debut, he thought it's not good.

The next moment, Huo Du felt his legs being kicked, his figure turned back, and he rotated 180 degrees in the air.

Immediately afterwards, holding Huo Du's waist, Lim showed an interesting smile on her face, as if she was holding an iron rod in her hand, and smashed it down hard.

Dong!

Texas tombstone nail head!

As the dust flew, Huo Du's head was forced into the earth by Limulu, leaving only his body limp, and the person also fell into a coma in an instant.

Limulu put Huodu's lower body on the ground and patted his hands gently.
Chapter completed!