In the north of winter, cold winds rage and trees are depressed.

The Oirat soldiers and horses were iron hooves, like a torrent of water rolling towards the capital.

Wherever the iron hooves pass, dust fills the sky, covering the sun.

The Oirat troops invaded again, and every day there was a speeding sped on the capital's headquarters.

The reports were about where the Oirat soldiers had today and how far they were from the capital.

In the capital, the military and civilians, under the deployment of Yu Qian and Emperor Jing, were proceeding in an orderly manner. The troops dispatched to the capital lined up outside the nine gates, waiting for the arrival of the Oirat troops.

On the wall of the capital.

Yu Qian, Shi Heng, and Wang Yujue stood side by side.

Yu Qian looked at Wang Yujue and said, "Listen to Emperor Jing, the little princess asked you for something. I wonder how you are doing?"

"My master has already known all the people in the martial arts world. I believe that they will come one after another in the near future."

"Warriors arrive, it is an amazing new force, and it will definitely deal a heavy blow to the Oirats!" Yu Qian stroked his beard and said confidently, "This battle will surely promote the prestige of our Ming Dynasty."

"Yes." Shi Heng also said, "He must be frightened and convinced. He will never dare to offend my borders and disturb our capital!"

Wang Yujue looked at the two and said, "I think I will definitely do it under the wise decision of the two adults."

"How come you, Wang Yujue, have you learned to be afraid of flattery?" Shi Heng smiled.

"I'm the heart of my heart, and I have no meaning." Wang Yujue said hurriedly.

"Yeah." Yu Qian also said, "I also feel that he is afraid of flattery."

Wang Yujue's face turned red with embarrassment.

"You're kidding." Yu Qian said as he looked at Shi Heng and laughed.

Wang Yujue also smiled and scratched the back of his head.

Taibai Villa.

There was a big banquet in the village, and martial arts people who came to celebrate their birthday sat around the table, looking at the table full of delicacies, and were extremely happy.

On the way up the mountain, Kuang Xinyin had heard some information about Fengtian Sword Chihang in Taibai Villa. He said that he lost to Master Rong Hai in the last battle for the leader of the martial arts world, and was inferior to others. There are rumors in the world that Master Rong Hai intends to retire from the world. If this is true, then the one who can become the leader of the martial arts world is naturally Fengtian Sword Chihang. So on his 60th birthday, martial arts people came one after another with valuables, and they all wanted to get close to each other. In the days of the future, they might benefit a little.

Who says that there are all straightforward men in the martial arts world, and there are also people who are inclined to be inclined to be in power. People with power also like to flatter others and flatter others.

Fengtian Jian Chihang from Taibai Villa was so happy that he smiled with joy when he saw so many people coming.

He stood on the main stage and looked at the martial arts people below and said, "I am not talented, thanks to you, climbing mountains and wading in the water, and sleeping in the open. I prepared simple tea, simple rice and thin wine. I hope I will forgive you if there are any shortcomings."

Everyone below stood up one after another and said in unison: "Thank you, Lord Chi, for your kind hospitality, I wish Lord Chi, better than the southern mountain and as blessed as the East China Sea."

"Thank you all." Chi Hang smiled and clasped his fists and thanked him, then raised his glass to his hands, "Now, Chi, I wish you a cup." He said as he raised his glass and drank it all.

After waiting for him to drink, everyone below raised their glasses to drink on their lips and angrily.

"Now, please enjoy it slowly, eat and drink well." Chi Hang said after he sat down, chatted with the people at the table, and enjoyed the delicious food.

The people below sat down and drank happily. Some were very interested and started to act as a rock-scissor.

There was a lively atmosphere on the villa.

Outside the village gate, a ragged beggar came staggeringly. When he arrived at the gate, he was blocked by the village gate.

"Why don't you let me in?" the beggar said angrily with a crutch.

Zhuang Ding Wenyan whispered: "Old man, your location is outside. Look, there are two tables there, and one table is still a mess. You can go there."

The old beggar looked at him as he pointed and saw two tables there, all of whom were unkempt and ragged people like him. Of course, there were other people sitting on the other side, because the courtyard could not accommodate so many people, so he had to put the banquet outside.

Black loaches are also among them.

He looked at the old beggar and said, "My man, come here, there are people who have distinguished guests, so we can only make do with this identity here."

"I'm making do with it here, don't I lose my identity?" the old beggar said, and forced himself into it. "Let me see who is inside."

Several Zhuang Dians surrounded him and blocked him, "Old man, don't make things difficult for the younger ones."

"I'm going to make things difficult for you, what's wrong?" The old beggar said, pulling the crutches in his hand left and right, which seemed to be light, but in fact they had strong strength. Several monks could not bear it and fell to the ground one after another.

The old beggar walked in slowly and rationally, looked at the dense table, flew up, rushed towards the main platform in the air, and shouted: "Chi Hang, you look down on people too much, and actually asked Zhuang Ding to call me to sit outside."

Seeing this, all the martial arts people stood up and prepared to see who was sacred. They actually called the name of Fengtian Sword in Taibai Villa.

On the main stage, those who accompany Chi Hang are either respected people, famous figures in the martial arts world, or close friends.

When they saw that the person who came was sloppy and was disgusted, they were not the ones they knew, but they were even more dissatisfied with shouting and screaming, so they wanted to come forward and vent their anger for Chi Hang.

A fat man with a short and stature walked a few steps away from the bench and seated, looking at the old beggar who was floating down and said, "We have never heard of begging for immortals and begging for gods. You are also very old, but you don't know any politeness - can you call the owner's name casually?"

The Qixian paused and said, "I Qixian cried, what can you do? Do you still want to stand up for him?"

The crutch is stuck on the wooden board, with metal echoes hidden.

The man was robbed and his round face turned red, and he said angrily: "Since you want me to do this, I, the only one who is short King Kong."

"Oh, it turns out that you are short King Kong, I thought you were Wu Dalang." The beggar said sarcastically.

When everyone in the courtyard heard this, they all laughed loudly.

The short King Kong could no longer hold back his anger, and immediately stepped out and punched the chest of Qixian.

The beggar raised his crutch and went up to meet him.

The short Vajra punched the crutch and bent the crutch into the back of the comb with force. It is conceivable that the force is so strong.

Qixian sent the crutch outwards. Xiao Jingang immediately felt that the crutch was like a spring and bounced him back three or four steps. He stood firm and looked at Qixian's confident look. He was so angry that his body jumped up, and another palm hit Qixian in the air.

The beggar smiled contemptuously, approached her, and raised her dirty hands to greet her.

When his palms faced, the short Vajra felt a huge force transmitted from his palm, which made him unable to bear it, and his body immediately fell backwards. His fat butt sat on the wooden board spreading on the stage and broke with a "click". He spread his arms and stood across the stage, so that he would not fall below.

"Do you still want to fight?" Qixian asked, leaning on a crutch, looking at the embarrassing short King Kong.

"ah--!"

The short King Kong screamed in anger, and swung his feet forward hard, and his whole body bounced up like a ball. He adjusted the direction in the air, and his feet rushed towards Qixian's chest with a thousand-pound force.

The beggar throws out the crutch in his hand and runs between the short Vajra's feet.

The crutch was not moving forward between his feet, but it rotated horizontally. In this way, the short King Kong's legs were wrapped around.

After feeling something was wrong, Xiao Jingang immediately adjusted his body and stopped moving forward. His fat body immediately rotated in the direction of the rotation of the crutch. If it weren't for this, his legs would have been snatched and shattered by the crutch.

His body stopped rotating because of the retardation, but the crutch turned for half a circle before stopping, and he tugged one of his legs off.

He cried out in pain, fell down, and lay on the stage and couldn't stand up.

Such strange stick technique made everyone shocked.

Kuang Xinyin admired her very much and looked at the beggar who sincerely smiled at the beggar on the stage.
Chapter completed!