ps: This chapter is a chapter that I owe to the leader before

The Beggars' Sect came to Guangmingding late, and they never met with people from the Shaolin Kongtong and Kunlun sects, so they didn't know the reason why the Shaolin Kunlun and other sects left the Demon Sect, and of course they didn't know who Yang Yi was.

Elder Wu and Yin Tianzheng were mortal enemies for many years. Now the enemy is extremely jealous when they meet. When Yin Tianzheng's aura is weak and in poor condition, it is a good opportunity to kill the enemy. How could he miss this opportunity? While walking with a stick, he kicked Yang Yi: "Get out!"

He kicked with one kick, and expected that he would kick the boy in front of him half to death. After kicking his right foot out, he also lifted the iron stick in his hand towards Song Jingang, "Get out too!"

Elder Wu, one of the five elders of the Beggar Gang, has great skills and always has a higher eye than the top. At this moment, he kicked the side and picked up the staff. He thought he could send these two young men out of trouble. He never thought that as soon as the iron staff was swung out, his right leg was numb, and then his eyes were blurred, his whole body had already flew up in the air, flying towards the hall gate like a cannonball.

After throwing Elder Wu out of the hall, Yang Yi clapped his hands and shook his body. The beggars following Elder Wu were also thrown out of the hall by him.

Yang Yi sneered a few times and said to Song Jingang: "Let's go out with me to have a look! Hehe, the elder of the Beggars' Sect, is so majestic and evil!"

Song Jingang was overjoyed. Seeing that although Yang Yi looked calm, he had a cold light in his eyes, and he was obviously really angry. He couldn't help but feel grateful to Elder Wu: "This kick is good! If it weren't for his kick, how could Mr. Yang be angry?"

Yang Yi has never been so angry with this kind of bird? He was almost kicked for no reason, especially the old beggar's face with a gloomy and arrogant look, which made Yang Yi extremely unhappy. After being kicked by this person, he was completely disappointed.

He looked at Yin Tianzheng: "Eagle King, should this person be killed?"

Yin Tianzheng said: "The Beggars' Sect is no longer as good as before. Wu Zilong is sinister and cunning, and has always been disgraceful to his fellow martial arts masters, but he can stay in the position of the elder of the Beggars' Sect for decades..."

Before Yin Tianzheng could finish speaking, Yang Yi said, "You just want to kill him?"

Yin Tianzheng said: "It's time to kill!"

Yang Yi said: "Since you should kill, then kill me!" He knew that Yin Tianzheng would naturally not speak nonsense with his character. He could not lie on purpose. Since he said that Elder Wu should be killed, this person must have a way to die.

He then strode forward and walked out a few steps, and had already arrived at the gate of the hall.

The two groups of people fighting outside the hall were fighting for death, and suddenly they turned black and saw an object flying over. Now it was the moment when blood was seen in the blood, and there was no time to see what it was. They all felt that the object flying in must have been fired by the enemy. Without closer inspection, the weapon in his hand had already been greeted.

At this moment, both sides cut the axe at the same time, stabbed the gun and stabbed the sword, and all rushed towards unknown objects flying in. After the sword had already taken action, everyone realized that the object flying in was actually an acquaintance.

Who is Elder Wu who just entered the hall?

When the Ming Cult's children saw that it was this person, they were shocked and kept wielding their weapons. They tried to use them with more force, hoping to continue with one knife. The result was the old beggar.

The children of the Beggars' Gang were shocked. Although they had seen Elder Wu clearly, they were old at this moment and could not stop. They could not stop even if they wanted to. In the midst of the screams, the sword had already touched Wu Zilong's body.

As Wu Zilong flew out of the hall, he had already reacted: "It turns out that young young man is actually a great master!"

When he fell in the air, he had already adjusted his breath and saw swords coming from all directions. He was not very panicked. The iron rod in his hand was not lost. At this moment, he danced around his body. In an instant, the iron rod was full of shadows, covering his whole body. With the sound of ping-pong, all the weapons that were chopped towards him were broken by him with the iron rod.

After he had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly felt the wind and thunder sounded. He looked up and saw several human bodies flying from the door of the hall. Wu Zilong's eyes were sharp. After a glance, he knew that they were the children of the Beggars' Gang who had entered the hall with him.

These disciples' kung fu are far inferior to Wu Zilong. After being thrown out of the hall by Yang Yi, their minds are still in chaos. When several people landed on the ground, they knocked several children of the Beggars' Gang fainted in succession, and Yang Yi's throwing power was eliminated.

The two sides of the war saw people flying out of the hall one after another, and there was a riot in chaos. I wonder what this was.

Wu Zilong was still in shock and thought to himself: "Who is this young man? Who is he? Why is he so powerful!"

From the entrance of the small hall in the hall to the entrance of the large hall, the distance between them is no less than ten feet long. Several children from the Beggars' Gang are in their prime, tall and strong, weighing less than 150 or 60 kilograms, but they are easily thrown out from the entrance of the small hall. Wu Zilong has never heard of this kind of magical power.

He stood on the spot, the more he thought about it, the more he became, the more afraid he had put away the iron stick in his hand, and was about to lead the crowd to leave, but he was dazed in front of him. After a closer look, Yang Yi was already standing in front of him.

Wu Zilong's body shook, his iron rod spread across his chest, and his cow eyes stared at Yang Yi: "Who is Zunxia?"

Yang Yi lazily talked to him nonsense, raised his leg and kicked Wu Zilong, "Get out!"

The so-called reward is one after another. Since Wu Zilong just now, he kicked Yang Yi, Yang Yi would give him a kick.

When Wu Zilong saw his kick, he slashed like a giant axe with a shocking power. He screamed with a strange scream. He waved the iron staff in his hand and swept towards Yang Yi's ankle.

When he was about to sweep Yang Yi, the kick that Yang Yi suddenly condensed in the air, but Wu Zilong couldn't hold back the iron staff in his hand and swept through two feet away from Yang Yi's toes.

Yang Yi laughed a long time, and his right foot, which was standing in the air, began to move again, kicking Wu Zilong's chest like a spirit snake. His kick was silent, and it didn't cause any wind, but it was astonishingly fast. It had already reached Wu Zilong's chest in a flash.

Wu Zilong was shocked and greeted him with a horizontal stick. With a "boom", Wu Zilong felt like he was struck by lightning. The iron stick in his hand had been deformed by Yang Yi's kick, and the middle was bent and sunken like a curved ruler.

Yang Yi turned around and stopped looking at Wu Zilong.

Song Jingang had just walked out of the hall.

Wu Zilong behind Yang Yi stood still with a curved staff, his body still motionless. His two violently opened bull eyes slowly lost their luster, and blood slowly oozed out of his nostrils. A gust of wind blew, and the iron staff fell to the ground. Others also looked up and never got up again.

Song Jingang's eyes twitched a few times, and his heart was shocked.

When Wu Zilong entered the palace just now, he was so energetic that he was walking with a stick. It seemed that only the White-Browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng was the only one who was worthy of him to take action, but now he was beaten to death by Yang Yi's three punches and two kicks. This sharp reversal of the roles of both sides made Song Jingang feel a great sense of unreality.

Many Ming Cultivists at the scene had seen Yang Yi threatening the heroic figure of Shaolin, Kongtong and other sects before. Now, after seeing him walking out of the Hall of Light, he shot the elder of the Beggar Gang who killed many of their brothers like thunder. While he was shocked, he also felt extremely happy, cheered and his morale was greatly boosted.

The children under the Five Elements shouted: "Thank you, Young Master Yang, for saving you for your righteousness again. We are so grateful!"

Everyone shouted, and there were chaos: "Thank you, the young master under the Liehuo Banner!"

"Thank you, the young master, for killing this old man under Hongshui!"

"Hou Tu's subordinates are deeply grateful. I hope that the young master will continue to work hard and kill all the clowns of the Beggars' Gang. This can be regarded as avenging my thousands of brothers in the Ming Cult..."

Yang Yi saw Song Jingang, who had just come out of the hall, looked at him with expectation, shook his head and smiled, "I am not a member of the Ming Cult, so why should I kill more? Besides, the Beggars' Sect was so glorious under the leadership of Hong Qi back then. He has always been admired by fellow martial arts fellows. Although it is a bit unfamiliar now, there are many righteous people after all, so how can they kill them all?"

Song Jingang bowed and said, "Young Master is saying!"
Chapter completed!