Infinite Heroes Seat

After eating the food made by Huang Rong for nothing, Hong Qigong was not hypocritical, and directly agreed to teach the two martial arts, and the three of them came to the pine forest by the town in a short time.

I saw Hong Qigong muttering to himself: "After eating such a good meal of yours, you really can't get it out without teaching something at the bottom of the box."

Speaking of the left leg bends slightly, the right arm bends inward, the right palm drew a circle, and with a whirr, he pushed it outwards, and the palm swept to a pine tree in front of him. With a click, the pine tree should be broken.

"Wow!"

Huang Rong just exclaimed, and Hong Qigong said triumphantly: "This is the old beggar's housekeeping skill, the dragon has eighteen palms, how about the little girl, do you want to learn?"

This Hong Qigong was deliberately ridiculing. His Eighteen Palms of the Dragon is the most fierce. He is not suitable for Huang Rongxue. It's just that Mo Wen was arrogant towards him just now. He wanted to kill the little guy. Although Huang Rong was smart, But he was still a bit immature in dealing with people and things, and until now he still couldn't see the inconsistency between Mo Wen and Hong Qigong.

After listening to Hong Qigong's words, he believed it to be true, and immediately shook his head and said, "No, Qigong, you can teach Brother Mo. All of us learn the same."

The friendship in his eyes made Mo Wen feel hot in his heart. If there was not an old beggar present, Mo Wen would almost take her in his arms and love her.

And at this moment, I saw Hong Qigong grinning and saying to Mo Wen: "Boy, how about it, is the old guy's martial arts still attractive? Do you want to learn?"

Looking at the somewhat smug Hong Qigong, Mo Wen laughed out of a chuckle, and said a few words in Huang Rong's ear gently. Seeing the little girl's eyes lit up, she then glanced at Mo Wen. Nodded, and then ran away.

When Huang Rong's figure drifted away, Mo Wen turned his head, looked at Hong Qigong, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Why did the little guy distract the little girl, do you want to fight the old beggar?"

Hong Qigong is so old and fine, he has long felt that Mo Wen's gaze is a little wrong, and now he must have something to do with Huang Rong. He deliberately ridiculed, and he had a weird feeling towards the boy in front of him, like looking at flowers in a fog, he couldn't see clearly. From a young girl, he only knew how gentle this boy was, how well he was, and how many martial arts were. The origin is unknown.

Mo Wen shook his head and walked to a pine tree. He said lightly: "I just have a few tricks I hope Qi Gong will teach me."

He saw his left leg bend slightly, his right arm bent inward, and he slapped the tree ruthlessly with the same move, and the thicker tree snapped.

After that, Hong Qigong couldn't come back to his senses, and he couldn't hear that his footsteps moved, and it was shot with seventeen palms like flowing water. Seventeen thick pine trees were discounted at once, and all the birds and beasts in the forest were awakened by the sound of breaking trees.

"Eighteen palms of the dragon descending?"

Hong Qigong's face was very solemn, and he looked at Mo Wen quietly, but his heart was upset, what is the origin of this young man. It will also drop the eighteen palms of the dragon, and the skill is still higher than that of himself.

"wrong!"

Suddenly remembered something. Hong Qigong suddenly looked at Mo Wen with some surprise.

"Yes, it's the lost eighteen palms of the Dragon Dragon, who has worked both internally and externally, not the skill of the Qi Gong family." Mo Wen said lightly.

"So that's the case, I just said that there are a few tricks that are specious..." Hong Qigong murmured, and then looked over with a serious expression.

"Your Excellency, who is it?" Knowing that the other party is a master above himself, Hong Qigong naturally didn't dare to entrust him.

Mo Wen looked at the moon that had risen on the horizon and the exceptionally silent pine forest under the moonlight. After a long time, he turned his head and said faintly: "Is this important?"

fart! Hong Qigong cursed secretly in his heart, if this is not important, what else is important, if it weren't for sure, he now wants to teach me a lesson.

But Mo Wen's next sentence stunned him.

"I will return the Eighteen Palms of Jianglong to you, how about you doing me a favor?"

Hong Qigong was overjoyed, but then his face sank again.

"I don't know what's the matter? If it's that damaging thing, please forgive the old beggar for not being able to accompany you!"

The eighteen palms of the dragon descending in the hands of Hong Qigong are just like what Mo Wen said, it is only a foreigner's control. Although the power is still good, it is inferior to the palms of Qiao Feng when he was in the sky. The Eighteen Palms of Jianglong can be compared with the Six-Medition Divine Sword, but in the original book Hong Qigong can only be compared with the Yideng Master who Huiyiyangzhi, which shows the gap between the two. Especially now that Hong Qigong's own palm skills have come to an end, and there is not much room for improvement. If he can get the original eighteen palms, and have any insights from it, perhaps martial arts can be even better.

It's just that although he really wanted to get the original Eighteen Palms of Jianglong, he still wouldn't do things that violated principles.

After listening to Hong Qigong's words, Mo Wen's face looked a little strange.

"Don't worry, it's not a damaging thing."

"It's just a matchmaker."

Mo Wen's last sentence was very soft, if it weren't for Hong Qigong's high martial arts, his ears and eyesight, he would have almost missed it.

There was silence in the pine forest.

"Hahaha!" With a burst of laughter, Hong Qigong laughed and sat on the ground, Mo Wen was a little embarrassed. After all, he had been living for so many years, and it was the first time for him to find someone to match, and the cold atmosphere between the two was swept away. And light.

After a while, the old beggar stood up and smiled at Mo Wen: "I don’t think I’m a good old beggar, but I’m very curious. With your current martial arts, you want to marry that girl, and you want my old beggar Huazi to come forward. , Why, anyone else dare to refuse you?"

Although he did not fight against Mo Wen, from the point of view of his ability to discount those pine trees, Hong Qigong knew that this man's martial arts was still above him, and he himself was already a top figure in the world. He really couldn't think of it. Who else is Mo Wen's opponent, unless it is Wang Chongyang's resurrection.

Mo Wen gave him an angry glance.

"I can slap her father to death, but there is a fart! Is there a necessary connection between marrying a wife and martial arts Gao? I am looking for you only to support the scene, and to brighten her father's face, not to let you grab the kiss!"

Hong Qigong nodded, "That's true."

He took another sip of wine and asked vaguely: "Who is the little girl, her father? You can find me a joke, maybe you are also a martial arts person!"

"Pharmaceutical Dongxie Huang!"

'puff! ’

Hong Qigong squirted out a sip of wine, glanced at Mo Wen, then slapped his lips, "It's a coincidence that it turns out to be the old guy's daughter, not to mention that the eyes and nose are a bit like."

Then he didn't know what he thought of, and he slanted Mo Wen again.

"Boy, you just said that you can slap the little girl to death with her father, are you so strong?"

He spoke indifferently, but his right hand quietly squeezed the wine gourd. Obviously, Hong Qigong was still very serious about this question.

Mo Wen looked at him, and his face suddenly sank. Under the moonlight, Hong Qigong felt a chill on his face, and as he approached, he heard Mo Wen's faint voice.

"then,--"

"Wang Chongyang, I slapped him to death!"

"What do you mean?"

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About an hour later, outside the pine forest, Huang Rong came over with a small basket and a basket of wine and vegetables.

She was in a very good mood, humming a small tune along the way. Although she was free to speak, she didn't have any tone, but it was also beautiful with her clear voice.

Just now Mo Wen whispered her to prepare some food and drink, saying that there was a way for Hong Qigong to teach him all the eighteen palms of the dragon. Huang Rong knew that he was smart, so he believed it, but he was really shocked when he came to the pine forest. I saw the trees falling all over the ground in the pine forest, while Hong Qigong and Mo Wen were standing on both sides, without words.

Huang Rong couldn't help feeling a little bit up and down, and quietly walked to Mo Wen's side, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Mo, what's going on?"

Mo Wen smiled, stroked her long hair lightly, and then whispered: "Ah, here, Qigong just showed me eighteen palms."

"Really?" Huang Rong had some doubts in his eyes, and looked at Hong Qigong, only to see that he was dumbfounded and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Qigong?" Huang Rong whispered.

"Seven Gong?"

......

After yelling several times, Hong Qigong reacted.

"Little girl, something?"

However, Huang Rong saw that his expression was a little unnatural, and she looked at Mo Wen's expression especially strange, with fear, admiration, doubt, and a bit of fear. In short, it was very complicated.

"Qigong, are you okay?"

"What's the matter with me, an old beggar?" Hong Qigong's volume was very high~www.wuxiamtl.com~ seemed a bit unnatural.

"But, you look like—"

Mo Wen just smiled when he saw this, knowing that this old guy was a little frightened by the things he said, and immediately embarrassed him, pulled Huang Rong past, and whispered: "Rong'er, Qi Gong just agreed to be a matchmaker for us. Your father proposed a kiss."

"Really!" Huang Rong was overjoyed in her heart. She has been away from home for many days and naturally misses her, but she is afraid that her father does not like Mo Wen. Although in her eyes, no one is better than Mo Wen, but she I also know that my father has a very weird temper, and everything is hard to say, so he is worried about gains and losses and dare not go back. At this time, seeing Hong Qigong, a man who is not inferior to his father in martial arts, would be easy to handle, and the two of them could elope out.

But it was the girl's house, with a thin face, and after the surprise, he gave Mo Wen a light beat, said "Who is going to marry you!" and ran away shyly.

Mo Wen smiled, and Ling Bo unfolded slightly, chasing after him.

While being left alone, Hong Qigong watched this scene, his mouth twitched. (To be continued...)