ps: Thanks to Hai Yi, Zhixin rewarded 1888, Shenquan Crazy Emperor rewarded three 588, and I was the most vulgar and rewarded 100.

Yang Yi waved his sword, Elder Peng's head fell to the ground, and blood spurted out more than one meter high in his neck, which was amazing.

Yang Yi put his sword back into the sheath and laughed: "His grandma, I didn't expect this fat man to be hypertensive!" With a crazy laugh, he slapped the horse and danced the halberd and headed straight to the beggars on the opposite side.

In this Yuezhou city, the elder surnamed Peng has great prestige among the many beggars, and he is also good at using the magical sensation technique. The beggars who do not know the truth all think that he has magic power and respect him as a god.

Because Hong Qigong was the dragon but not the tail, most beggars rarely contacted his gang leader. Over time, only Elder Peng in Yuezhou City did not know that there was Hong Qigong. Elder Peng was a representative of the purse and the purse sect of the Beggars' Sect. He was rich and generous, and he gave the beggars below many benefits. He was very fond of the beggars in Yuezhou City. They have always been obeying Elder Peng's affairs.

The beggars in the clean clothing school dressed completely differently from the dirty clothing school. They never lag behind others in their food, drink and enjoyment, and their will is generally weak. They are inevitably degenerate after a long time. They forget all their ambitions when they first joined the Beggars' Sect, and their oath to kill Tartars for the country and the people to kill treacherous ministers.

These beggars actually started to do despicable business in order to eat, drink and enjoy, and the leader was Elder Peng.

Now all the beggars were stunned when they saw Elder Peng being killed by Yang Yi's sword. When Yang Yi arrived, they had not yet reacted.

Yang Yi's yellow horse was extremely fast, and he had already stepped on the crowd. The yellow horse kicked the horse's hooves. At that time, Yang Yi waved his long spear and walked forward, like slashing waves. He instantly killed the intercepted crowd. He arrived behind the beggars, and then the beggars reacted.

Someone howled like a pig killer, "Elder Peng has been killed by him! Don't let him run away, kill him! Avenge Elder Peng!"

Although these beggars are evil, they are all tough people and are fearless. When they see Elder Peng being killed by Yang Yi, their eyes are red, and they wave swords and sticks to rush towards Yang Yi. Someone even shouted: "Set up the formation! Set up the formation! Sleep him to death!"

Hundreds of beggars suddenly stick to the pillars and keep knocking on the ground, shouting constantly, running left and right, surrounding Yang Yi.

Yang Yi saw them walking quickly, and the weapons in their hands were in their hands, turning around them one by one, gradually forming a formation, shouted and attacked them together, and countless weapons came from all directions. These people were all skilled in their hands, unlike ordinary officers and soldiers, and had hidden weapons in their hands. The number was large, which was extremely difficult to guard against.

At this time, Yang Yi no longer retained his strength and made every effort in this world for the first time.

The long halberd in his hand suddenly swept across the air, and a circle was drawn in the air. The halberd and the blades of the halberd were faintly white. Just a halberd, the weapons of the five or six beggars surrounding left and right and their bodies were swept into two pieces. Without waiting for these people to scream, Yang Yi's long halberd was supported by the ground, clamping the horse's back with his legs. After pausing for a moment, he actually climbed up in the air with his horse's body, as if a flying general descended from the sky, and his horse fell several meters away.

His yellow horse is very different from an ordinary war horse. His ordinary horse is usually seven feet long, but his yellow horse is eight feet long and nearly two meters tall. He runs like the wind and is afraid of weighing thousands of pounds. But even such a tall horse was caught in the air by his halberd and pillars. His skill was really shocking.

When the yellow horse fell, the beggars under the horse were still shouting and rushing towards Yang Yi's original position. They were stepped on by the yellow horse and died immediately.

Yang Yi laughed wildly and rushed forward by the horse. The Fangtian painting halberd danced into a ball of green air. The blade of the halberd was a white light inside the green air. Anyone who was swept by the white light would be broken, and even the people and weapons would be one and two halves.

Yang Yi has been wondering if he killed too many people in the past few days, and whether he should kill less in the future, suppress his killing spirits all the way, and rarely kill people.

But today when encountering such a murderous incident of young children, the murderous intention suddenly arose and could no longer bear it. He thought to himself: "Go to be so kind and kill less! At this time, killing less bad people means killing many good people. As long as a real man has a clear conscience, what can he do if he is a million corpses? If he sees injustice, kill his mother!"

After the yellow horse landed on the ground, the formation of beggars no longer worked, and it was too late to surround Yang Yi. In the field, people were like tigers and horses, and they rushed left and right in the encirclement of beggars, running like lightning. In the blink of an eye, they had already killed one among a group of beggars. Then Yang Yi turned around and killed him again. After several steps, the beggars were dead, and there were not many standing people at the scene.

Duan Yuanqing opened his mouth wide on the carriage, but he didn't close it for a long time. The child in the carriage stopped making vague statements. Duan Yuanqing's wife even pulled up the curtains of the carriage and shivered while holding the child.

Hundreds of good men were killed by the people in front of them in a blink of an eye. Several beggars who were still alive looked at the corpses all over the ground and thought that they had not woken up from their dreams, so they really couldn't believe that what was happening in front of them was really happening.

Yang Yi was indifferent to the corpses everywhere, and rode his horse slowly to a beggar sitting on the ground. He stretched his halberd to hook his neck, dragged it to the horse, and shouted, "Take me to your residence."

The beggar stood up in a daze, his eyes widened, and he murmured: "Follow me!"

After following the beggar for hundreds of steps, he arrived at a large yard nearby. A group of children were crying and screaming. Several middle-aged men couldn't hold a whip in their hands and beat more than a dozen children in the yard.

The temperature was not high at this time, but the children were naked and had blue and purple whip marks on their backs. Several children were beaten to the point of being beaten and rolled around and screamed. There was also a young child chewing on the ground with his mouth, twitching all over, and had been beaten to death.

There are also several waist-high pottery jars in the yard. The large jar has an iron cover and a round hole in the lid. At this time, the lid is buckled on the mouth of the pottery jar, and the heads of several children are placed on the iron cover, with a painful expression and a dull look.

Yang Yi swung his halberd and killed the strong man with a whip in the yard, and asked the beggar leading the way, "What are these children put in the pottery jars for?"

The beggar said blankly: "After putting the child in a big jar from childhood, he will no longer let him come out. Over time, he will naturally become a dwarf. From now on, he will perform on the street and begging for money a little more than ordinary people."

Yang Yi said: "It's a good way! It's so creative!" He asked the beggar in front of him: "Did this happen in this Yuezhou city alone, or is it the case that all the Beggars' Sect in the world?"

The beggar said: "South of the Yangtze River, there are many pure clothes sects. Although there are dirty clothes sects, there are not many."

Yang Yi said: "Okay! OK! OK! OK! Good Beggars' Sect!"
Chapter completed!