"Good Yong." Suddenly, four Turkic people dressed up and two Han northern warriors were all good. One of them squeezed in and shouted without looking at Xu Ziling, "You robbed Ye Mingzhu, the Ye Mingzhu who was given by our uncle, and please return his life with the beads!"

"Ah, you have caused disaster." Lei Jiuzhi laughed and said, "I had asked you to see clearly when doing business or not. Do you think you will suffer losses in front of you?"

"Go!" Xu Ziling kicked him down and said angrily: "Stop talking sarcastic words here."

Hu Xiaoxian from the distance looked a little anxious and thought about it.

Hoover reached out and said lightly: "It's just right to try Yong Qin's skills to see if he is that person. Jingzhaolian's tricks are all common tricks, and it was Mrs. Hong's turn to go out to help Yong Qin, a Shandong Xiangma, and then pull him into the game for her to use. This kind of thing happens almost every day in Chang'an."

"What if he was that person?" Hu Xiaoxian asked anxiously, but was confused.

"If that person is really that good at martial arts, why worry?" Hoover smiled and said, "We can just watch here."

"The Generals took them down." One of the Han warriors seemed to bow to the surroundings again for the order: "Our master prepared a pair of 'Golden Birth Pearls' to the prince. Who didn't know that this robber who killed and robbed people would rob him today and must repay him."

When everyone heard this, they suddenly realized that they were in a bad mood when they saw money.

A few people sneered and even carried the prince out for Ye Mingzhu, but they almost said that they were robbed and that robber Yong Qin?

However, no one dares to do anything at this time. No matter how much the ending is, it will cause trouble. Naturally, everyone will not be so stupid as to this point. Moreover, they want to watch the fun. Is it that Shandong Xiangma is more powerful or Jingzhaolian's thugs are more powerful? On the surface, Jingzhaolian has six people and Shandong Xiangma is two people.

Ah, there is only one person.

"Dear heroes." Lei Jiujie immediately bounced away cleverly and stood with everyone, bowing and bowing, "Everyone also saw that I am not very familiar with him and I have always thought he was the top scorer in the Beijing exam. Who didn't know that he was actually a horse thief, please be careful not to drink wine with him, be careful that he touched the wrong way when he was singing "Eighteen Touches"..."

When everyone saw that they almost let this unfaithful guy who drank flower wine and ate it for nothing, and then he would quickly get away with someone. He would lose weight by himself, just be shameless, but he could not be shameless to this extent.

What is this what if he wants to leave when his friend is in trouble?

However, everyone was just angry at the heart of the overbearing and domineering Jingzhaolian masters in front of them. They naturally would not force themselves to make a fuss.

"Get out!" The thugs saw Lei Jiuzhi unwilling to meddle in other people's business and naturally enjoyed seeing him doing things. But they still shouted verbally: "No matter whether you are accomplices or not, be careful with the old man. If you dare to provoke the old man, you will be more beautiful. What else can you say if you have the stolen money?"

"I only rob other people's things in my life, but no one dares to rob my things." Xu Ziling sneered.

He took off his coat and exposed his strong suit. He also had strange iron arm guard patterns on his hands. The back of his hands slowly clenched into a fist. Then he turned into a strange gesture. It looked like a phoenix-eye fist and a mantis fist. But when a discerning person saw that both were not, everyone was very curious about what the gesture represented?

Tong'er Fist? Not like iron-line Fist? Not like.

What kind of boxing is this weird gesture?

Xu Ziling was so brave that he was not only not defending himself, but also rushed towards the other six people. However, what disappointed everyone was that although he was bold, his skills were not good. When he was rushing halfway, he tripped and staggered and almost fell.

The four Turks and two Han warriors were overjoyed as soon as they saw it.

The eyes moved two Turkic people to fly over like an eagle to eat.

The other two Xun bypassed the other side and were afraid that Xu Ziling could not defeat him and fled. A Han warrior was responsible for watching Lei Jiuwei, and the other one was crossing his hands to watch the situation change.

Everyone was disappointed when they saw the tacit cooperation of these Jingzhao League masters and Xu Ziling's three-legged cat kung fu without looking at it.

"Good wine." Xu Ziling suddenly felt a little drunk, and said, "You... are you here too... to drink... and drink... for a drink with me? Well... then... I'll give you a cup..."

Xu Ziling's figure was shaking like a drunk man, but he did not miss the two Turkic people's iron fists, flying claws, twisting their waists and half-spinning, handing their hands to the enemy's mouth. It seemed that there was a glass of wine in the empty hand. Many of them understood that Xu Ziling's strange gesture was not the phoenix eye fist, not the mantis fist, but the gesture of shaking the wine glass.

One hand was quite drunk and stretched out like a drunken cackle, and his footsteps were staggering.

However, in such clumsy and slow boxing, the Turkic man, who was as fast as a wolf (-Novel Network), could not hide in the face with the slow punch. What was even more surprising is that the Turkic warrior was famous for being quite strong, famous for resisting wildly, but this man did not show such a Turkic character.

On the contrary, he fell to the ground and fell straight and then motionless again.

It's just that one trick made people clean up.

It was impossible that he could just punch him in the face without a loud noise or a sound of bone shattering. How could he fall to the ground and faint and become confused?

Everyone was shocked and took a closer look.

The Turkic man's teeth were broken and his mouth and nose collapsed, and blood gushed like a spring. His eyes turned white and he was already severely injured and fainted. However, he was not the worst of his companion. He made Xu Ziling fall into pieces and lean back his head and hit the Turkic man's chest. Suddenly, Xu Ziling, who fell down, made a dent.

The Turkic man knelt on the ground with soft knees, holding his chest and twitching all over his body as if he wanted to spit out his internal organs, but he seemed to be unable to spit out anything, just trying to open his mouth desperately.

As his feet shaking, Xu Ziling finally stood firm and pointed at the Turkic man with a little drunk, saying, "It seems that you...you...you...you're not...not very good! You'll pour it in one cup. Don't beg for mercy and drink...you'll forget it...I know...you're a coward."

When he saw that his companions caused the enemy to be severely injured and insulted the two Turks, he was furious.

However, they immediately pulled out the scimitar on their waists, like a ferocious wolf, showing its sharp teeth and swallowing it straight towards Xu Ziling.

Xu Ziling yawned and felt sleepy. He fell straight to the ground. His limbs stretched out, and he fell to the ground with cleverness. He seemed to be sleeping in the arms of a Turkic man. He suddenly straightened up and stretched his waist and touched the Turkic man's chin. Xu Ziling suddenly seemed to have drunk too much and wanted to vomit and find something to support him.

He held one hand on the arm of another Turkic and lowered his head as if he was about to vomit, but he hit the Turkic man's face.

It seemed that he had hit something, Xu Ziling was slow and strangely raised his head and pushed the Turkic man who made him faint at some point, causing him to fall straight to the ground and was drunk and said, "How can this tree be pushed... and then... fall?"

Xu Ziling acted like a drunk man and seemed to be unintentional, but he suddenly beat four Turkic people, three of whom fell to the ground and dizzy, one holding his chest and twitching with his mouth open.

It took everyone a long time to realize that this guy was not trying to vomit but wanted to breathe.

But he seemed to have used all his strength to recover even if he could not breathe back.

Watching a person die of suffocation is an extremely torture. The Turkic man whose eyes were almost protruding from the blast pierced his fingers deeply into his chest as if he wanted to tear his chest open and suck in for a breath, but he still couldn't do it.

His mouth continued to open one by one, as if he was asking someone to help him, and even more as if he was asking someone to kill him.

Everyone felt that there was no more miserable punishment than this. Although everyone didn't know that the Turkic man was suffering just because he saw his eyes bulging out of his eye sockets because of pain, he felt sore teeth and soft soles.

"Drunk Fist?" The Han warrior tried his best to control his horror, gasping and sweating.

"Am I drunk?" Xu Ziling suddenly woke up and became extremely awake. When he saw the tragic situation of the four Turkic people in the field, he immediately said sympathetically: "Who beat you like this? It's so miserable! It's a pity that I didn't see you just now, otherwise I would definitely help... Huh? These people seem to be Turkic people? Why don't you come to Chang'an for shed sheep in the grassland? I really want to beat me. I don't sympathize with you, a lowly person who wants to beat me if you are itchy."

When everyone heard Xu Ziling's words, they almost yelled and beat him up!

"Huh?" Xu Ziling suddenly pointed at the sweaty Han warrior and asked, "Aren't you the one who just wanted to steal this old man Ye Mingzhu? Why? Are you very hot? Why are you sweating all over?"

"He's not hot." Lei Jiuqi saw that Xu Ziling had almost beaten, then smiled and crawled out and said, "He's shy."

"Such a big man is shy?" Xu Ziling said affirmatively: "He has never seen any life he has faced with? Why is he shy about?"

"He was shy and didn't know what to say to step down." Lei Jiuqi laughed.

"So is this person shy too? Why is his face red and blue?" Xu Ziling asked again, pointing at another Han warrior.

"His toe kicked the iron plate." Lei Jiuqi smiled.

"Be careful when walking." Xu Ziling advised the Han warrior seriously: "You are such a big man and you won't even walk, you dare to come out to embarrass you, and I'm blushing for you."

Everyone was very interesting to watch this pair of live treasures.

However, this Yong Qin is very skilled, otherwise the person who is mocking Jingzhaolian is now the one who mocked him.

"Good skills." Suddenly there was a voice outside the crowd and snorted coldly: "Let me experience Brother Yong's 'Drunk Fist'!"
Chapter completed!