The white-haired beggar crossed his arms to protect his chest. Xiao Luo's powerful kick accurately hit the center of his crossed arms. With a muffled sound, a fierce force rushed out like a torrent. The white-haired beggar stepped back and stood up at the same time. His feet quickly touched the ground and he finally stabilized his body after retreating two or three meters.
He looked at Xiao Luo who was kneeling on one knee with his hands on the ground. His eyes were fierce like a wolf, tiger, or leopard. He smiled and said, "Little brother, are you practicing the Toading Skill? Your movements are somewhat similar to the Ouyang family's. "
With a long beard, he was calm and composed. His words were full of banter.
"Who are you?"
Xiao Luo stood up and looked at him with hostility.
"Didn't I just say that my name is Hong Ji. People call me brother Hong. I am also the leader of the Beggar Gang."
The white-haired beggar stuffed the hundred-dollar bill into his pocket, picked his nose and said, "Since you insulted me with money, I'll tell you one thing. You offended someone, and they paid me to teach you a lesson."
"Who?" Xiao Luo's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Oh, he's there!"
The white-haired beggar pointed to the edge of the embankment with a relaxed smile on his face.
Xiao Luo looked in the direction he pointed and saw a black car parked there. The door of the car was open. Two bodyguards in black stood on both sides of the door. Xiao Luo recognized these two people. They were Yang Hongzhi's bodyguards A 'San and A' Si. Sitting in the passenger seat was Yang Hongzhi.
Yang Hongzhi jumped out of the car, waved his hand to greet Xiao Luo, and then shouted, "Rotten loach, aren't you very good at fighting? Come, start your performance. If you can still be intact this time, I will eat shit!!!"
His last words were close to a roar. His beloved woman had been taken away by Xiao Luo. His heart was bleeding. He wished he could tear Xiao Luo apart alive.
Xiao Luo snorted. This clown had appeared again. It just so happened that he wasn't in a particularly good mood right now. He needed to vent his anger by beating someone up.
He turned his head and smiled playfully. He said to the white-haired beggar, "How much did Yang Hongzhi give you?"
"Not much, not much. Just three hundred thousand."
The white-haired beggar squinted his eyes and smiled, "Since I've taken your money, I'll help you. Little brother, in order to avoid accidentally killing you, I think you'd better stand still and let me break one of your hands. Don't worry, it won't hurt. I'll be very careful. You should go to the hospital as soon as possible. There's a 90% chance that your hand will be reattached, and there won't be any sequelae.
Xiao Luo was so angry that he laughed. "Are you here to be funny?" He stretched out his hand, put his four fingers together, and hooked them towards the white-haired beggar. "Let me see what you're capable of. As you said just now, I'll break one of your hands!"
"Little brother, you're refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."
The white-haired beggar shook his head and sighed helplessly. The smile on his face slowly disappeared. "Then I'll have to offend you."
His deep eyes gradually condensed, and a fierce momentum broke out of his body like a storm of swords, filling the area. He rushed towards Xiao Luo like a gust of wind, leaving behind afterimages under the night sky. His mighty momentum swept out like a stormy sea.
"Humph ~"
Xiao Luo let out a cold snort from his mouth and nose. He floated and slid quickly, bringing out a crazy and fierce power. Fierce and tricky, the two methods were perfectly combined.
"Peng ~"
His spinning feet collided with the white-haired beggar's fists and palms. Xiao Luo took advantage of the momentum and rushed towards the white-haired beggar like a cheetah.
The white-haired beggar's expression was as dignified as ice. His rushing figure suddenly became illusory. His claws seemed to turn into afterimages in the dim light, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, cutting through the space and sweeping towards Xiao Luo.
Xiao Luo's body suddenly shook. In mid-air, without any support, he once again jumped up like a carp. It was almost exaggerated flying and spinning. His kicking feet turned into afterimages all over the sky, constantly moving in front of his body. It seemed slow, but in fact, it was fast. It was accurate and dangerous to resist the white-haired beggar's fists and palms.
"Motherf * cker, is this a martial arts movie?"
Yang Hongzhi, who was watching the battle, gradually widened his eyes and opened his mouth. He stared at the figures of Xiao Luo and the white-haired beggar that were almost entangled together. Even if he was 20 or 30 meters away, he could still feel the frightening impact of the fists and feet.
Ah San and Ah Si were frightened and thought, "Are these two people monsters?" I'm afraid that even martial arts movies with special effects don't have this kind of visual impact.
They originally thought that the white-haired beggar was bluffing, but they didn't expect that he was really a terrifying person. The young master's 300,000 yuan was worth it.
At this time, Xiao Luo and the white-haired beggar had already bombarded hundreds of moves. The lawn under the two people's feet had become messy. A large amount of turf and soil were shaken into the air by their internal force. If it wasn't night, they would inevitably find that their battle brought about a whistling wind. The withered leaves on the ground were rolled up and the nearby ones were directly shattered into powder by their external internal force.
"Peng ~"
Xiao Luo threw a punch and the white-haired beggar threw a palm. The fist and palm collided. The fierce force was like a beast roaring in the air and then crazily swept towards the two people. Both of them retreated four or five steps and at the same time stabilized their bodies. Their blood and Qi surged up and it was as if there was a dragon churning in their chest.
Both of them mobilized their internal force and suppressed this restlessness!
"Good boy, you have some ability. It seems that your Brother Hong has to show some of his skills."
The white-haired beggar's face showed a dignified color. He was sure that Xiao Luo's way of fighting was very wild. His fighting style was not methodical, but it was as fierce as a beast. If he didn't show his real strength, he was afraid that he would suffer a big loss.
He spat a mouthful of saliva on his palm and then reached out his hand to grab the air. A stick that was used to fix a small tree on the ground in the distance was sucked into his hand. He poured his internal energy into the wooden stick, and the ordinary wooden stick became as tough as cold iron.
"Let me show you our Beggar's Sect's Dog Beating Stick Technique!"
The white-haired beggar waved the wooden stick and rushed towards Xiao Luo. Under his dancing, one wooden stick turned into two, two into three, three into four … In the end, it was as if there were thousands of sticks dancing in his hands.
At the same time, the wind whistled and the stick waved. It was sharp and horrifying!
In the distance, Yang Hongzhi and the other two were stunned. It was too unbelievable. One stick actually had the effect of thousands of sticks.
Xiao Luo was forced to retreat, but the white-haired beggar was approaching very fast. He had to fight, but he didn't understand the pattern of this set of stick techniques. As soon as he went up, his body was hit five or six times in an instant. The wooden stick infused with internal force hit his body like a whip. It was burning pain, as if his skin was torn open. In fact, it was a soft tissue injury, and it was very painful.
"Stick to the head, watch out for my stick!"
With the white-haired beggar's light shout, Xiao Luo's head was hit hard.
"Reverse Dog Buttocks!"
The stick swept across Xiao Luo's buttocks.
"Shoulder Dog Back, Hehe …"
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