Flower Stealing Master Chapter 71: Shenlong leader who produces smoke from 7 orifices

"Naturally take him to Mongolia with the ancestors, and visit the Seventh Prince by the way." Hong Antong smiled slightly.

Notice the **** knife ancestor's somewhat moved look, Wei Xiaobao was anxious, and hurriedly exclaimed: "Old ancestor, don't believe him, I'm **** with this old tortoise's wife, this old tortoise has always wanted to take me Skin cramps..."

Wei Xiaobao dare not say that Hong Antong is coveting the forty-two chapters of his body. It is difficult to say that the ancestor of the blood knife will not be greedy. In desperation, he quickly fabricated a lie to convince the ancestor of the blood knife that Hong Antong and his own hatred were as deep as the sea, and he wished to cut himself a thousand times...

The biggest hatred in the world is the hatred of killing the father, the hatred of stealing his wife, or killing the father... Considering the age difference between Hong Antong and himself, the blood knife ancestor is not a fool; therefore, I had to use the hatred of stealing his wife.

Hong An was trembling with breath: "Asshole, you can get my wife within three feet of my wife's body by you, a rascal?"

"Old tortoise, you don’t look in the mirror yourself. You are so big with white hair, and you have married such a coquettish young wife. Are you still able to satisfy her? She didn’t eat at home, of course I just went outside to look for food. All of your men are afraid of you, I am not afraid of you!" Wei Xiaobao's mistake hit Hong Antong's heart with the greatest pain, and he was so angry that his fingers were squeezed and squeezed. ring.

Wei Xiaobao knows that today we will not let the blood knife ancestors completely believe that the two men do not share the same sky. I am afraid that all the previous efforts have been in vain. Although looking at Hong Antong’s hideous appearance, he still gritted his teeth and continued to add oil and jealousy: "I am not only It’s close to Madam Hong’s body, and can still enter her body.” While talking, she shrugged her waist trivially, and licked her lips with her tongue, "Tsk tusk, Madam Hong’s body is really white and slippery. The demand is so big~"

"I killed you a little beast!" Hong Antong couldn't help it anymore and blasted over with a punch.

Reminiscent of Mrs. Hong’s coquettish appearance, Wei Xiaobao became more and more vigorous when he scolded, and he became excited. How could he know the distance of several meters, Hong Antong turned around and looked at the big fist of the sand bowl, Wei Xiaobao was frightened all at once. I'm so stupid that I can't move my feet.

The dream of the blood knife ancestor Feng Hou Baixiang still relies on Wei Xiaobao, how can he watch him die? Holding the blood knife on guard, Hong Antong had to retreat a few feet away when the light of the knife flashed while the sparks were flashing.

"The blood knife ancestor, this little beast insulted me so much, do you really want to help him?" Hong Antong waited viciously for the blood knife ancestor.

"Why the Lord Hong is so angry, the clear one is clear..." The blood knife ancestor thought in his heart: I have long heard Mrs. Hong's famous name. This Hong Antong's age is inhumane at first sight, is it true? It's Mrs. Hong who is lonely and unbearable... Hey, Wei Xiaobao, this kid, is a bit like the stomach and stomach of the ancestor. I will also visit Shenlong Island another day to learn about Mrs. Hong's style.

Notice the blood knife ancestor's wretched look, and think of his reputation for humiliating women, Hong Antong was furious: "Since your Excellency wants to give birth to this little beast, don't blame the old man for being rude."

"Hey, Lord Hong, don't forget, this kid was named by the Seventh Prince. You killed him and the Seventh Prince knew what the consequences were?" The blood knife ancestor sneered.

"Hmph, the old man killed you together, wouldn't no one know?" Hong Antong was so angry at this time that he had already moved to kill.

"My ancestor, my blood knife is not beautiful." The ancestor of the blood knife smiled dryly, and gently scratched his bald head with the blood knife. It was the starting style of the blood knife sutra, which was both offensive and defensive.

Hong Antong stopped speaking, and stretched out his palms like two soft snakes to attack him left and right.

"Bone bones and cotton palms!" The blood knife ancestor was secretly vigilant, waving his knife to greet him.

After ten tricks, the two separated again. The blood knife ancestor moved his numbing wrist, knowing that the opponent's internal strength and martial arts attainments were higher than him, but he was not timid at all. "If life and death is so simple, then everyone directly decides the victory based on the level of internal strength. I'm fine, and I'll fart." Thinking of this, the blood knife ancestor's fighting spirit grew stronger and stronger.

Hong Antong was also very surprised. The last time he fought in the Golden Snake Camp in Shandong, he tried his martial arts to be slightly worse than himself. At that time, he thought that if Sangjie stopped him, he would definitely not be his opponent if he continued to fight. With so many moves with real swords and guns this time, the opponent is really not easy!

Hong Antong is a master of the school after all. His anger gradually calmed down, and he was able to teach in accordance with his aptitude within a single thought, and designed the tailor-made "three heroes" for Wei Xiaobao. The realm of martial arts has long surpassed ordinary masters.

When he got used to the blood knife ancestor’s chaotic fight, he slowly began to take advantage. After dozens of moves, he was confident that he could take the opponent’s life, but he was worried that he would pay a high price. With.

"Oops, I didn't expect this old ghost to be so powerful, I'm afraid I'll be killed if I continue to fight." The blood knife ancestor knew hardship, so he thought about it.

"Hmph! I can't get this kid, so don't even think about catching him." The blood knife ancestor gave a cold cry and jumped out of the battle circle and slashed at Wei Xiaobao.

Hong Antong wished to skin Wei Xiaobao with cramps, and not bring him back to Shenlong Island to let the colorful dragon slowly torture him to death. How could he relieve his hatred? How could he die so cheaply.

He hurriedly attacked the vest of the blood knife ancestor, playing the calculation of surrounding Wei and saving Zhao, but decades of combat experience made him realize that there was a fraud, so he secretly reserved a bit of strength to guard against the blood knife ancestor's sudden counterattack.

I don’t know that the blood knife ancestor is waiting for his retention. He calculated that Hong Antong would not watch him hack Wei Xiaobao to death, and knew that the other party would definitely defend himself, so seeing him staying behind, the blade turned and hit the ground. Block, with the help of the force of the counter-shock, accelerate to escape to a distance.

Hong Antong didn't know that the other party was trying to escape with all his strength. He could only helplessly watch the blood knife ancestor disappear into the wilderness, frowning, thinking that he had run away and offended the Seventh Prince of Mongolia. I am afraid that in the future a little bit Tricky.

However, thinking of another nasty person, Hong Antong turned around and looked at Wei Xiaobao with a smile, "Bai Longshi, you are very good, what do you think I will deal with you?"

"Master Hong Wencheng martial virtues, immortal blessings, longevity and Tianqi... Your lord has a large number, just treat me as a fart and let it go." Wei Xiaobao did not expect the blood knife ancestor to be so useless. Seeing Hong Antong rushing towards him, he was trembling with fear, and couldn't help backing away.

"Swish!" There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air. Hong An listened to eight minutes, and hurriedly tossed on the spot, hiding from the attack, before he had time to gasp, suddenly his face changed, and his feet moved violently. Jump a few feet away.

Recovering the wooden sword that was shot out, Song Qingshu said with a long laugh: "Master Hong has a good memory, so soon I remembered that this wooden sword will return."

"Ouch, my brother!" When Wei Xiaobao saw Song Qingshu appear, he was full of eagerness to cry, and hurriedly ran behind him, thinking that he would finally save his life.

"Aren't you tied to the big camp?" Hong Antong's face was uncertain. Just now he fought against the blood knife ancestor and consumed a lot of true energy. The martial arts of the guy opposite is unpredictable, and it is really difficult to deal with. tight.

"You broke your faith and severely injured Yuan Chengzhi. He released me to chase you down in anger." Song Qingshu casually said nonchalantly, wishing to give Yuan Chengzhi more enemies. It was already very difficult for him not to kill him just now. It's cheaper for him.

"Your Excellency hit the old man with a heavy punch before, and Sang Jie made a big handprint. In just one or two days, I am afraid that recovery will be limited." Hong Antong is very confident in his fists, even the half-human half-immortal Wudang Zhang Sanfengzhong If you punch with all your strength, you will have to go for half your life if you don't die. The other party's calm and gentle appearance, I am afraid that it is probably pretending to be.

"Master Hong can come and try." Song Qingshu didn't care, and made a gesture of asking.

Hong Antong narrowed his eyes and stabbed his toe. A stone shot at Wei Xiaobao like a sharp arrow. Without hesitation, his figure flashed, and he shot Song Qingshu with his palm.

Song Qingshu was startled, and secretly admired that the opponent had gone through hundreds of battles and was able to grasp the fighter so well. He stretched out the wooden sword and picked up the sword intent of Tai Chi. He swung a big circle and easily changed the whereabouts of the little stones. , Let it reflect back to Hong Antong who is flying at double speed~IndoMTL.com~ How can Hong Antong know that the other party still has this hand, and stealing chicken will not eclipse rice, and now there is no time to avoid it.

With a puff, he was hit by a small stone in his left chest, Hong Antong flew back quickly, raised his hand and threw a poisonous snake, taking the opportunity to flee away.

Song Qingshu pushed both palms forward, using the "shocked Baili" of Jianglong's eighteen palms, and smashed the poisonous snake into the air.

"Big Brother Song, the old tortoise has escaped. Why don't you chase it soon?" Wei Xiaobao looked into the distance anxiously. He scolded Hong Antong so harshly today that Hong Antong won't die for a day. He really has trouble sleeping and eating.

"Hong Antong's martial arts is so powerful, it's so easy to want his life." Song Qingshu shook his head, but thought in his heart: I didn't wholeheartedly seek refuge in the Qing court. Once Hong Antong died, the Shenlong Sect must fall apart. Isn't it a waste of money? Kangxi? Song Qingshu never did this kind of hard work to marry others.

Aside from Hong Antong's matter, Song Qingshu began to recall the Tai Chi sword intent he had just played. Song Qing Shuben is the chief disciple of the Wudang Sect. I have seen uncles practicing Tai Chi Sword before more or less. Just now, there was a bright light in his mind and he accidentally used a bit of Tai Chi Sword. It's a pity that Song Qing Shu remembers too little, so now he can only get a glimpse of the Tai Chi Sword.

"Big Brother Song, this time I was able to escape my life, thanks to you, after returning to the capital, I will invite you to drink wine for three days and three nights, and I will invite the hottest girls in the city to accompany you... "If Wei Xiaobao was pretentious to Song Qingshu before, now he is grateful to Song Qingshu from the bottom of his heart.

"I hope that the famous prostitutes in Beijing are as beautiful as Girl Youyou."

"Of course!"

……

The two talked very happily and rushed all the way north.

"King Dalun Ming?" After the two contacted Duolong's army, they saw the head of the big ear fan monk, and they couldn't help exclaiming.