Qiao Feng fended off Mr. Tan's attack, feeling bitter in his heart.

Although after Tan Gong's attack, Tan Po arrived in an instant, and Zhao Qiansun was also waiting for an opportunity to hit him. But for Qiao Feng, it was just a wave of the hand. Elder Xi of the beggar gang and Qi Liu, a sharp knife, took turns to attack.

, Qiao Feng reached out and pulled the two of them out.

What really made Qiao Feng feel bitter was when he saw Yang Gui realize that there were no melon seeds in the plate at hand. He spat out the melon seed peels and stepped forward.

As soon as Yang Gui arrived, a group of minions retreated with hopeful expressions on their faces.

Qiao Feng held his claws like a dragon, trying to use the sharpness of the dragon's claws to hurt Yang Gui first.

Unexpectedly, Yang Gui laughed, pointed at Tan Gong, Tan Po, Zhao Qian, Sun Xi, Elder Kuai Dao Qi Liu and a group of others, and said: "Hundreds of people surround one person, and one person can't find the north. It's really shameless."

Tan Po had to understand the general situation, so she slightly handed over her hand and said: "Liu Daxia, Qiao Feng's martial arts is too high. We are weak and cannot defeat him. Please Liu Daxia take action to capture this beast."

Yang Gui laughed loudly: "Being mixed with a bunch of trash like you, even if I win Qiao Feng, will this be a good reputation for me? If word spreads in the future, people who don't know the truth will think that I am on the same level as you.

The fish is rotten and the shrimp is rotten!”

He turned to use his inner strength, and his voice was clearly sent to the ears of each of the more than 500 people: "Listen up, you losers in Juxian Village, you have been surrounded by me alone. If you are wise, put it down quickly."

Surrender your weapons, or live or die!"

After Yang Gui finished speaking, he took out a bronze mirror from his arms and looked at himself. Well, he is really handsome. Back then, Zhang Sanfeng surrounded the Shaolin Temple alone, and now I, Yang Gui, surround Juxian Village alone. Isn't this an exaggeration?

Qiao Feng looked at Yang Gui with wide eyes. His mental activity at this time was exactly the same as that of other people in Juxian Village: "Is this person mentally ill?"

In fact, this was Yang Gui's planned strategy. Zhujiazhuang was newly established, just when it needed reputation.

There is nothing easier to become famous than defeating more than 500 martial arts masters at Juxian Village and defeating Hu Qiaofeng.

Of course Yang Gui knew that this might bring bad reputation to Zhujiazhuang, but Zhujiazhuang was the bridgehead of Murong Fu's rebellion, and it did not need to become a moral holy place. As long as Zhujiazhuang sniped at the Liao army several times on the border in the future,

The reputation of Zhujiazhuang in the world is just as "evil" as Huang Yaoshi, but not as "evil" as Ding Chunqiu.

This is enough.

You Ju asked with difficulty: "Master Liu, why is this so?"

Yang Gui sneered: "Who told you to miss two of my meat dishes! If you look down on me, I, Liu Neng of Ivory Mountain, will talk to you!"

Yang Gui's embarrassing appearance before was certainly due to his mental illness, but it was also intentional.

Like Xiao Yuanshan, who suddenly jumped out and defeated all the enemies, no matter how powerful he was, it would not spread throughout the world. The result of being too mysterious is that, except for those present, others who heard the rumor would only think it was a rumor.

He must amplify his behavior and give Hui Li a detailed description of his behavior today in Juxian Village, including which door he went out and which door he entered, what he ate and what actions he took. Only in this way can it appear real and can he truly improve his feats.

authenticity.

Yang Gui stretched out his hand and pointed at the eminent monk of the Xuan generation of Shaolin Temple, shouting: "The two bald donkeys over there, come up and die!"

Everyone in the Shaolin Temple looked at Liu Neng, played by Yang Gui, with strange expressions. Others say that we are bald donkeys (huán) and that’s all (liǎo). Your head is balder than ours. You call us bald donkeys?

Xuannan's sleeves were bulging and he recited the Buddha's name loudly: "Amitabha, the benefactor can tell the world by eating old monks' sleeves. You must know that Buddhism also has Vajra's Angry Eyes, a means of subduing demons!"
Chapter completed!