Earlier Song QingShu had evaluated this girl in red's martial art skill as' not bad '. Based on his current level of cultivation, he was worthy of the word' not bad '. Even if he could not make a name for himself in the Wulin world, at least he was more than enough to deal with several Beggar Clan disciples.
Those people were slapped in the face before they could see their companion clearly, and the girl in red had already returned to her position.
"Bitch, you're courting death!" Those Beggar Gang disciples finally realized what was going on, and they all cursed and rushed forward.
Unfortunately, they retreated even faster. Within a few rounds, they were beaten black and blue by the girl in red, and they all fell back.
"Humph, none of you can fight." The girl in red clapped her hands and added insult to injury.
"Wait here if you can." Those people supported each other and ran down the stairs, shouting fiercely.
"I'll wait. No matter how many people come, I'll take them all." The girl in red snorted indifferently.
Watching those people run away, Song Qingshu secretly shook his head. This kind of behavior was no different from those elementary school students in his previous life who went to complain after losing a fight. A few men couldn't win against a girl, but they still went to ask for help. If Huang Rong knew that she had such cowardly subordinates, he didn't know what kind of expression she would have.
"But winning by numbers seems to be the tradition of the Beggar Gang …" Thinking of this, Song Qingshu understood.
"Aren't you leaving?" Seeing that the girl was still sitting on the fishing platform, Song Qingshu couldn't help but ask.
"Why should I leave?" The girl snorted.
Song Qingshu thought about how to phrase it and couldn't help but remind her, "Those people just now were from the Beggar Gang. They went back to ask for help. If they got a nine-pouch elder or a lot of low-level disciples to form a dog-beating formation, you'll be in danger."
"I'll only know if I'm in danger after I fight." The girl didn't care.
Song Qingshu shook his head and stopped persuading her. The girl was beautiful, but her behavior was quite masculine, which was really interesting.
The two chatted like this. Maybe it was because of tacit understanding, but Song Qingshu didn't ask for her name, and the girl didn't ask for Song Qingshu's identity either. After a while, messy footsteps came from the stairs, and soon a large group of Beggar Gang disciples came up.
"That witch is over there!" Someone shouted and a group of Beggar Clan disciples surrounded the girl with bamboo sticks in their hands. The diners on the second floor saw that the situation was not right and quickly paid their bills. In just a few breaths, everyone had left.
Song QingShu gave them a cursory glance. Although there were no nine-pouch elders, the leader had eight-pouch elders, and it seemed that his martial arts were not weak. In addition, there were so many people here, and there was no lack of experts among them. It was likely that this young lady would be in trouble.
"Witch, you hurt our brothers and you still dare to stay here. How dare you!" The eight-pouch elder shouted angrily.
The girl in red sneered, "You Beggar Gang people only have your mouth, so what?"
This immediately angered the crowd. The Beggar Gang people's necks instantly turned red and rushed forward. The girl in red snorted, took out a chopstick and shot it out.
"The technique is good, but the skill is not enough." Song Qingshu secretly commented. She had both accuracy and skill, and could hit so many people in an instant. Unfortunately, she only slightly injured the Beggar Gang disciples, and didn't lose their fighting strength.
But it was enough to make them flustered. The girl in red took advantage of the chaos to attack, and the Beggar Gang disciples screamed again.
Unfortunately, there were too many people on the other side, and with the eight-pouch elder in charge, they quickly calmed down and stabilized the formation.
"Strong Wall Formation!" The eighth generation elder shouted loudly, and then he led more than ten Beggar Gang disciples to line up in two rows. Each person's arm was linked, and sixteen or seventeen people formed a strong wall. With a shout, they suddenly lowered their heads and rushed toward the girl in red.
The girl in red was shocked; she didn't want to be touched by this group of beggars. She dodged to the left, but who would have thought that two rows of beggars would rush toward her from the east and west.
The girl in red saw the strange fighting style of the beggars, and couldn't help but frown. She waited for the strong wall to come closer, but she didn't retreat. Her palms suddenly shot toward the person in the wall.
She had fought with these Beggar Gang disciples before, and knew that their skills were far inferior to hers. She wanted to push them away with one palm strike, but who would have thought that the strong wall formation would contain the weight of more than ten people, and with the force of her charge, how could she push it away?
The strong wall felt the force, and paused for a moment, and then the two sides flanked her. The girl in red staggered, and was almost knocked down by this strong force. Hastily her left foot kicked the ground, and she flew over the top of the wall. Her waist bent at an exaggerated angle; it could be seen that her body's flexibility was astonishing.
Before the girl in red's body landed on the ground, she cried out in pain. Turned out another strong wall of beggars was rushing toward her. Hastily she took a deep breath, her right foot touched the ground, and in the nick of time she leaped over the crowd.
Who would have thought that those strong walls came one after another, as if there was no end to them? As soon as the front line passed, they immediately turned to the back line, rolling and rolling like a giant wheel. In addition, the inn's terrain was narrow, so there was not much space for her to dodge. The girl in red was ultimately outnumbered, and her hands were tied, waiting to be tied.
Song Qingshu's eyes brightened. This must be the Strong Wall Formation that almost trapped Guo Jing and Huang Rong to death in the Junshang Assembly in the original novel of "The Condor Shooting Condor".
Seeing that the space was getting smaller and smaller, the girl in red also began to panic. Unfortunately, the more she panicked, the more her moves changed. After all, she had not experienced the tempering of blood and fire, so it was difficult for her to perform steadily in a critical moment.
Finally, the girl in red could not fight against so many hands. Her entire body was trapped by the bamboo sticks, and in an instant, her acupuncture points were sealed. She could no longer move.
"Witch, don't be arrogant again!" The elder with eight bags reached out and slapped the girl in red.
"Smelly old man, you will pay for this slap." The girl in red glared at him fiercely.
The elder with eight bags sneered, "I've been in Jianghu for so many years. Do you think I'm scared?" As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped her again.
However, this slap stopped halfway. It turned out that a young man had stopped it midway.
Song Qingshu frowned, "It's one thing for you to bully the few with numbers, but to treat a little girl like this, I'm afraid it goes against the way of chivalry." Earlier, the girl had spoken so arrogantly that he thought she had some tricks up her sleeves. In the end, after watching for a while, he realized that the girl could only stare at them with her eyes wide open.
After all, they had eaten and drank together. In the end, Song Qingshu could not bear to see her being bullied by a group of grown men.
"What does it have to do with you? Who are you?" The elder with eight bags tried to pull his hand back several times, but he could not move it at all. He could not help but change his expression slightly.
"He's in cahoots with this witch. They were just drinking and chatting together." The people who were beaten up earlier immediately recognized him.
The elder with eight bags knew that there was no way to resolve this peacefully today. He shouted in a deep voice, "Do it!"
The group of beggars were already prepared. As soon as they received the order, they used the same trick and charged towards Song Qingshu.
Who knew that Song Qingshu would not dodge or evade. He still stood in the same spot and coldly watched the other party charge towards him. The elder with eight bags was secretly delighted. He thought that with the combined strength of more than ten people, coupled with the momentum of a dozen people charging at him, no matter how high his martial arts were, he would not be able to withstand it.
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