Since the late Tang Dynasty, the Beggars' Sect was born.

If you ask which gang in the world is the strongest, there are many different opinions. But if you ask which gang has the largest number of people and the widest distribution, then it is the Beggars' Sect.

Gang beggar disciples are everywhere. Where there are people, there are beggars, where there are beggars, where there are beggars, there are disciples of Beggars, and the capital city is no exception.

Yang Ming walked leisurely on the streets of the capital, looking around, as if he was enjoying the scenery of the sky street. Suddenly, he paused and walked to an old beggar and squatted down.

The old beggar was dressed in rags, with a scattered hair, and was unclean, but he didn't realize it. He leaned comfortably against the corner of the wall and basked in the sun, as if the nobles were resting after a meal, which was different.

Yang Ming would notice that this is not the reason for him, but that this man possesses authentic martial arts. Although he is not a first-class expert, he is not an ordinary person.

Beggars are not necessarily all from the Beggars' Sect, but most of the beggars who know martial arts are disciples of the Beggars' Sect, especially the equipment of this person, the green bamboo stick/no/wrong/wine gourd, which are all equipment imitating Hong Qigong.

"Dang Lang."

A ingot fell into the old beggar's broken bowl.

"Thank you, uncle." The old beggar immediately blinked, cheered up and said thank you. This is the rule of the Beggars' Sect. No matter how rich or poor you are or how much you give, you must be treated as an old man.

Yang Ming took out another silver note, put it in a broken bowl, looked at the man casually, and asked, "Old beggar, where is the head of your capital?"

"So it's a friend in the world." The old beggar paused, and first collected the silver and notes in his arms. He stood up and said, "I don't know what you call me, what's the point of looking for our Beggars' Sect?"

Yang Ming said: "Yang Ming is just an unknown soldier. I came to the Gui Gang to find someone."

The old beggar smiled and said, "If you look for someone, that's right. No one in the world is more informed than our Beggars' Sect. Who are you looking for?"

Yang Ming said: "I want to find Miss Rushuang below."

The old beggar was stunned and said vigilantly: "What are you looking for Miss Rushuang to do?"

Yang Ming said: "Don't be nervous. I'm Miss Rushuang's friend. You will know when you see her."

"Okay. Please come with me."

The old beggar quickly put away his broken bowl and led the way with a bamboo stick.

Yang Ming followed him away.

After the two left, a little beggar quickly stood up, walked around the shortcut, and reported to the Beggars' Sect first.

"Young Master Yang is here." Rushuang said in surprise when she heard the little beggar's report.

"It's so good." Rucui was also very happy. "The Tianli Sect has been doing frequent moves recently. Zhao Wuji didn't know what conspiracy was being used. The elders in the sect were both united. Uncle Mo could not support it alone. Now Mr. Yang is here. Miss and Uncle Mo don't have to worry. I'll inform Uncle Mo about this news."

"Yes." Rushuang nodded and said to the little beggar: "Go and tell Master Ma Xiang and let him bring Mr. Yang over."

"Yes." The little beggar responded.

At the same time, the old beggar helped Yang Ming walk through the streets and alleys, turning around in the alleys. To put it bluntly, he was taking a long way to go.

Although Yang Ming saw what he was thinking, he did not say it out loud.

The two were walking in the streets and alleys and suddenly stopped.

Four men in black appeared at the end of the alley and blocked their way.

Judging from their appearance, you will know that these people are definitely not here to make friends.

The old beggar said in a solemn voice: "Who are the four friends? Why did they block the beggar's way?"

The four of them turned around. However, there were three men and one woman, all looking at the two without any expression.

The old beggar's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "It turned out that they were four black-clad guardians of the Tianli Sect. Unexpectedly, in order to deal with the old beggar, they actually caused the four great masters to come here. Ha, come on, let the old beggar see what methods you have."

You feel so good about yourself, it's obviously coming to me.

Yang Ming snorted and said, "I want to deal with Yang. You four minions are still far from each other. Where is Zhao Wuji? Let him come out."

A whistle sounded, and Zhao Wuji appeared behind the two of them like a ghost.

Yang Ming suddenly turned around, laughed and said, "Zhao Wuji, Yang hasn't gone to cause trouble for you yet, you're here to come first."

Zhao Wuji still had the same smile and a bit gloomy appearance, exuding an unfathomable smell.

"If you stop the major events in our religion, you will be killed without mercy. Yang Ming, stop talking nonsense, today you will be unable to escape."

The old beggar laughed bitterly, held the bamboo stick, and said in his heart, "Forget it, the old beggar is afraid that he will go to see the beggar ancestor today."

"Just because you want to keep Yang." Yang Ming sneered, reached out and grabbed the old beggar's shoulder and shook it up. "Old beggar, go first."

The old beggar flew out like a roller coaster.

Zhao Wuji didn't even look at the old beggar, and shouted coldly: "Take it."

"kill!"

The four black-clothed guardians immediately drew their swords and attacked Yang Ming.

These four are all first-class players in the world, but they are far behind top experts like Yang Ming and Zhao Wuji.

If it is a one-on-one action, none of these four people can survive three moves in his hands. Even if the four people fight together, it will be just a small problem at most.

The four guardians were blocked at both ends, and the four guardians were considered the "weak" side. According to principles, Yang Ming should break through from their side, but Yang Ming did not advance but retreated. He turned his body and slashed towards Zhao Wuji.

This move was beyond Zhao Wuji's expectations. His body suddenly flashed backwards, and at the same time he reached out, bent his fingers and connected them, and the innate qi were continuously located on the sword blade.

The sound of "ding ding dangdang" sounded.

Yang Ming had the upper hand with one move, and took advantage of the victory to pursue the enemy. The short sword roared out quickly, and drew out a white light like a meteor passing through, hitting Zhao Wuji's face.

"The phantom of movement."

Almost at the same time, Zhao Wuji left a afterimage on the spot, but the person appeared three steps away.

The dagger passed through the afterimage, drew an arc in the air and flew back to Yang Ming's hand.

Zhao Wuji brushed his fingers across his cheeks, and a drop of blood appeared on his fingertips. He sneered, licked the blood beads, and said calmly: "I haven't seen each other for two months, your swordsmanship is better than the past."

"If you want to kill you, Zhao Wuji, how can you do it without some means?" Yang Ming said.

"kill!"

The sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air sounded.

The four guardians attacked from the top, bottom, left and right.

Yang Ming seemed to have eyes on his back, and he took a step to the left slowly. The sharp blade flashed in an incoming manner. Then he narrowed his body and hit back like lightning, and his elbow heavily on the chest of a black-clothed guardian.

"Crack!"

The sound of bone cracks sounded.

The black-clothed guardian's chest was sunken, and blood flowed out of his mouth.

Then, Yang Ming opened his hands and easily grabbed the two people next to him like a bag, and instantly controlled the acupoints of these two people.

"Go!"

Yang Ming threw his hand and the two shot towards Zhao Wuji like shells.

His throwing power is more than a thousand pounds. If he hits the ground, he will definitely be a broken tendon and a broken bone.

Although Zhao Wuji did not take human life seriously, these two guardians were his capable generals. If there was any possibility, it would be a loss in the sect and he would not be able to sacrifice it for nothing.

Zhao Wuji's figure suddenly burst out and he had already lifted the two of them in his hands.

Look up again.

Yang Ming had already crossed the sky like a big bird, leaping away, and his voice came from afar from the sky: "Zhao Wuji, let's record your dog's head for now, and you will definitely take your dog's life in the future."

"snort."

Zhao Wuji snorted angrily, and his internal strength was spitting out, which had already untied his subordinate acupoints.

"The subordinates and others are not doing well, so I ask the chief for punishment." The three black-clad guardians knelt on their feet and apologized.

Zhao Wuji's expression was slower and said, "This person is already a major concern of my Tianli Sect, so how can it be removed so easily. It was not your fault that he escaped this time, but I underestimated him." Then he flashed away and said, "Let the sects disperse."

"Yes." The three of them responded respectfully, and then issued a secret code. Countless church members rushed out of the houses on both sides of the streets and alleys, walking in an orderly manner.

After a moment, the alley became quiet, as if no one had ever appeared here.

Songhe Restaurant, second floor.

Yang Ming had just slapped a jar of aged wine. The wine was fragrant and he poured a bowl, and then murmured: "It's worthy of being the Beggars' Sect, it's coming very quickly."

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the stairs, and then two Beggar Gang disciples appeared on the second floor, looked around, went straight to Yang Ming's table, clasped their fists and said, "I dare to ask my friend, but Yang Ming, the hero."

"It's me." Yang Ming said.

"Elder Mo is welcome."

"Go ahead." (To be continued...)

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