Wei Jinsheng took a few steps back and spitted again, but he didn't feel disgusted, but he used spit to hide the fear on his face.

At this time, the remaining factory guards rushed forward. As Ximending smiled, he slowly approached like a leisurely stroll in the garden. He couldn't help but retreat, forgetting that there was a "second master" next to him who was in charge.

"Little baby, you are very rampant." Qingcheng Yanshou narrowed his eyes and exhaled a thick smoke.

Ximending stood two meters away from Yansou Qingcheng and smiled and said, "At any time, everything depends on your strength. It's okay to say I'm rampant, that's why I have the strength to rampant."

"Very good, very good, I will see how strong you have!"

The smoke man in Qingcheng said, but he slowly knocked the pipe under his feet, then slowly took out a handful of tobacco leaves from the cloth bag below his waist and put them in the pipe. After lit it, he took a few puffs.

He was in his eighties and could be a grandfather or even a great-grandfather in Ximending in this era, but he had no intention of "politeness" to his juniors at all, and even started sneak attacks.

After the smoke man in Qingcheng took a deep breath of smoke, a thick smog condensed into a long strip, like an arrow, and suddenly "shooted" towards Ximending. The speed was so fast that it seemed like an arrow left the string, but it was silent and caught off guard.

Of course, this "smoke arrow" cannot kill anyone, and at best it disturbs people's minds, but it is always bad to be sprayed onto the face with a sip of smoke. Ximending tilted his head slightly, and the "smoke arrow" rubbed Ximending's cheek and shot straight to the distance four or five meters behind his head.

Just as Ximending turned its head, the Yansou Qingcheng took a step forward, then waved his left palm and slapped at Ximending's chest. Before he could reach his palm, an internal force seemed like a small hill, which had already hit Ximending first.

Ximending naturally did not play "touching" with him. He flashed his feet and avoided the palm force with ease, and went to the right side of the Yanshou in Qingcheng like a ghost.

The Yanshou in Qingcheng was shocked and quickly took off half a step, but found Ximending standing there with a smile and did not take action. His face suddenly became hot, but he was unwilling to accept it. He raised his hand and slashed out with another palm, and the mountain surged in the dark, and rushed straight towards Ximending.

However, before the palm power was reached, Ximending flashed to the side leisurely again, and a "splash" sounded, and a dining table behind Ximending was immediately hit by the palm power of the Yanshou of Qingcheng and flew out in a row.

He used two palms in a row, but was avoided by Ximending. Moreover, Ximending did not fight back, and it seemed that he wanted to let Qingcheng Yansou three moves.

Ximending did this just to see what Qingcheng Yanshou has, and not make unnecessary attacks, so as not to expose the truth and strength, and strive to defeat the enemy if you make moves. It has no intention of despising it, but it has made Qingcheng Yanshou unable to hold back his face.

He took a few breaths of cigarettes, used his skills, raised his hand and palmed, and immediately sang into wind, and the energy broke through the air and whistled. At the same time, a long cigarette rod in his right hand was a bit, and the size of the fist was burned with a hot wind, which transformed into a phantom, quickly covering the four or five major acupoints on Ximending's chest.

In the eyes of the people around, the Qingcheng Yansou attacked each other with fast speed, strong momentum, exquisite tricks and tricky angles. Ximending must be hit.

But it was still the same as before. I felt a flash in front of me and had lost the trace of Ximending. When I looked closely, I saw Ximending reaching out and holding the fiery red pipe with empty hands. Just like the Qingcheng Yanshou, I was in shock. Ximending's palms closed, and the size of a fist had been pinched into a copper lump by Ximending. The burning tobacco leaves were immediately extinguished and forced to quit smoking for Qingcheng Yanshou.

This smoke gun has been with the Smokeman of Qingcheng for most of his life, and it is his own unique weapon. It was destroyed by Ximending in the blink of an eye, which immediately made the Smokeman of Qingcheng crazy.

A low shout suddenly came from his throat, as if it was a roar from the ancient demon god, the curse of the endless abyss, the screams of the painful area, and the sparse hair and beards stood up one by one. The whole person seemed to have gained a lot of weight in an instant, which was even more terrifying for Long Xiner. At the same time, his right palm actually abandoned the cigarette pole, flew up and down, and rolled up a stream of amazing internal force from all directions like a frenzy, as if he was trying to squeeze Ximending into meat lumps.

This is the real combat power of the Yansou in Qingcheng!

But he used the wrong force and should not have surrounded him. He wrapped Ximending with his mighty internal force.

The Yanshou in Qingcheng was too confident, thinking that with his seventies or eighty years of skill, he could definitely suppress the "little baby" Ximending, squeeze him into meat bumps, and avenge the smoke gun. However, he did not expect that Ximending's body was so strong that it was perverted. Even if his skills increased for another seventy or eighty years, he could not squeeze Ximending into meat bumps.

Ximending, in the center of the storm, although his clothes were blown by the strong wind, his feet were swaying like rootless duckweed, and even his mind was rushing to the blood of the strong internal force of the Yanshou in Qingcheng, but it was not dangerous at all.

The director of Ximending took a breath and stabilized the rushing blood. He looked at the Xuanwu sword in his hand and swung it out from the sheath.

But I saw the sword light flashing rapidly and the green air shining brightly.

Of course, the great official Ximen didn't understand any sword moves, he just saw them and swung them randomly.

But the martial arts in the world are only fast, but this guy's speed is too fast. Everyone was so fast that they didn't react at all. They only heard a scream of "Ah--" in their ears. A figure brought out a blood mist and shot out lightning and disappeared outside the store in an instant.

Of course, Ximending could see clearly. He swung the Xuanwu Sword and originally planned to leave Qingcheng Yansou with both hands, but only one was cut off and he ran away.

The Great Official Ximen returned to the sheath with a "swish" sound, turned the rolled-up clothes, raised his head, his expression had returned to calm, his face was not red, he was not angry, he looked at Wei Jinsheng with a smile again, and joked: "Master Qianhu, it's your turn."

Wei Jinsheng looked at the big hand left by the smoked man in Qingcheng on the ground, which was thinner than the chicken feet he had gnawed. After hearing this, he suddenly trembled all over. He raised his head, but he looked frightened, his legs were like sieve crumbs, so how could he speak?

Ximending smiled softly and said, "I told you a long time ago that if you don't have strength, don't be angry... What is strength?" As he said that, he raised his foot and kicked the disabled smoker of Qingcheng Yansou at Wei Jinsheng with a "clang" sound, and shouted, "This is strength!"

As he spoke, the smoke gun was like a spear, and puffed Wei Jinsheng's thighs into each other!

"Gujiujiujiujiuji..."

At this moment, a crisp chess of chewing suddenly came from the second floor of the tavern, followed by several figures at the entrance of the stairs.

The first person was a young man. He was wearing a brocade satin robe, with a white face as white as jade, beautiful and elegant, and beautiful, almost weird. It was him who was applauding.

Behind him, a man and a woman were immediately followed. When Ximending saw it, he was stunned.

The man was tall and had a bit of evil spirit on his fair face. It was Yang Zekai. He was injured by the ** God Ni in Liu Ruru's "Trial Show". Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have recovered.

The woman had willow eyebrows, phoenix eyes, red lips and white teeth, and had two blemishes on her face, which seemed to have drunk some wine, adding a bit of charm.

She wore a long blouse with a fiery red slanted lace, leaving only a swan-like pink neck, a colorful belt, and a fiery red trousers on her lower body, which looked capable and free and easy, and she looked like a ball of fire. This outfit also fully revealed her beautiful figure, with her plump breasts, a thin willow waist, a graceful figure, and a tight figure. She could feel the fiery elasticity without touching it.

Is this fire not the "fire phoenix" Yuwenfeng or who?
Chapter completed!