Hearing his shout, Ali Buge and Hai Wanshen turned their heads. Song Qingshu felt a headache. Maybe he was careless and exposed himself. Just as he was thinking about how to explain, he suddenly heard a hearty laugh.
"Hahaha, I heard there was a banquet here and couldn't help but come in to eat some lamb legs. I didn't expect to be discovered so quickly." An old man with thick arms and big feet was holding a red wine gourd in one hand and a delicious lamb leg in the other. His mouth was covered in grease. "I have to say that the roasted lamb legs in the grasslands are more authentic than those in Jiangnan. What kind of seasoning is on it? It smells so good. I've never eaten it before."
Now that Mongolia had conquered the western countries, they could enjoy the treasures of the western and central countries. Spices were naturally more abundant than those in Jiangnan.
When Song Qingshu saw the person's face, he had a strange expression. It was him!
"Which scoundrel dares to steal from the imperial palace!" The black-clothed man beside Brother Ali Buge let out a roar and leaped up, pouncing towards his opponent like an eagle soaring through the sky. His five fingers were like iron claws as they clawed towards his opponent's face.
Song QingShu was secretly cheering, thinking that the Mongolian side was really full of martial art masters, just a random prince's mansion has such a martial art master. He could also feel that the Mongolians were getting stronger and stronger. A few years ago, Ali Buge's top experts were Sangjie and Blood Knife Ancestor. The man in front of him was obviously much stronger than those two. It felt like a bird gun had been replaced with a cannon.
Seeing him rush over, the sloppy old man curled his lips. "You can't even give up a lamb leg and you call this imperial palace? You're too stingy." As he spoke, he threw the lamb leg over.
However, his throw was just right, and the five fingers of the person in front of him caught it.
The man in black hurriedly threw the lamb leg to the side. Looking at the grease on his hands, he subconsciously wanted to wipe them. However, other than his clothes, he didn't have a handkerchief. He couldn't help but be angry. "You're courting death!"
His speed was a generation faster than before and he attacked with a strong gust of wind. Although he was angry, he could tell from the man's throw that the man's martial arts were very high. Therefore, although he was angry, he was very cautious.
The sloppy old man's expression turned serious. He could tell that his opponent was no ordinary person, so he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.
With a bang, the black-clothed man was thrown into the air. However, the sloppy old man's face did not show any joy. Similarly, he quickly gathered power with his palms. The black-clothed man fell straight down from the air. His fist was like a thunderbolt.
The other party used the advantage of the sky, and the sloppy old man also used the weight of the earth to meet the attack with his palm. With a loud bang, the stone slabs under his feet cracked.
The black-clothed man once again used the counterforce to fly into the air. Song Qingshu looked up and saw that he was at least six feet in the air. He did not immediately descend, but instead circled in the air.
The sloppy old man knew that his next attack would definitely be even more ferocious. His upper body twisted and spun wildly, and his hands moved quickly in front of his chest. Only a blur could be seen.
The black-clothed man fell from the air again. This attack was much more ferocious than the previous two attacks combined. The leaves and stones in the surroundings moved without any wind, forming a misty wind wall. Ali Buge and Hai Weng, who were watching, subconsciously retreated a lot in the face of the pressure coming from the air. The sloppy old man seemed to be in the center of the storm and would soon be crushed by the storm.
Just at this moment, a resounding dragon roar suddenly came out from the center of the storm, and a few faintly discernible dragon shaped Qi suddenly broke through the wind barrier. A powerful wave of Qi spread out in all directions, and wherever it passed, flowers and trees were destroyed. Several experts had already stood in front of Ali Buge and Hai Li, blocking the aftermath of the battle for them.
The two figures on the battlefield had already separated. The black-clothed man used the momentum to return to Ali Buge's side. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking very calm. Runwen Network
The sloppy old man also took a few steps back and looked at him in surprise. "What's the name of your attack just now?"
"Sky Demon Strike, one of the Three Great Loose Techniques," the black-clothed man said proudly.
"Not bad, not bad. It's similar to my disciple-nephew Qiao Feng's Three-layered Waves of the Yangtze River." The sloppy old man praised him nonstop. "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before? "
"Yin Weed Faction's Bi Yejing," the black-clothed man said faintly, looking as if he was waiting for the other to praise him.
When he heard his name, Song Qingshu remembered that Dan Yuru seemed to have mentioned this person to him before. Was he her disciple-uncle or something? Now that he saw him, he was indeed extraordinary.
"Bi Yejing?" The sloppy old man frowned. 'Why haven't I heard of this person before?' However, he did not want to say it and embarrass the black-clothed man, so he changed the topic. "Yin Weed Faction. When I was young, I heard my master mention it. I think it was the strongest evil cult in the Chinese plains before the rise of the Ming Dynasty. But one hundred years ago, for some unknown reason, it fled to Western Desert Region."
"Humph, it's the sacred cult!" Bi Yejing corrected him. His tone was a little dissatisfied. "Who are you? Since you can fight me to a draw, you must not be someone like Nameless."
Song Qingshu, who was observing in the dark, almost laughed out loud. A draw? Others could not see it, but he could see it clearly from his angle. His hands behind his back were trembling. It was obvious that he had suffered a great loss when they exchanged palms.
He was obviously weaker than the black-clothed man, but he pretended to be brave and said it was a draw. How could he be the same as the Great Wheel King?
The sloppy old man laughed a few times. "I'm just an old beggar. What reputation do I have?"
At this time, Ali Buge noticed his patched clothes and a missing finger on his hand. He could not help but say, "Are you Northern Beggar Hong Qigong, one of the Five Uniques of the Central Plains?"
When he was in charge of attacking the Qing Dynasty in the northeast, his subordinates Sangjie and Blood Knife Ancestor had told him about the famous masters of the Central Plains. Hong Qigong's characteristics were so obvious that it was easy for him to recognize him.
"The Central Plains is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I don't deserve to be called one of the Five Uniques." Hong Qigong sighed. "If it was a few years ago, I might have been a little conceited about the Five Uniques. However, I've seen too many evildoers these years. Only now do I know that there's always someone better than you."
Especially when he thought of a certain fellow with the surname Song. His martial arts was unfathomable at such a young age. Not to mention when he was at the same age, he might not even be able to beat him now. When he thought of this, he felt a wave of annoyance in his heart. He subconsciously wanted to take a bite of the lamb leg to vent his anger. However, he only remembered that the lamb leg had been thrown out as a hidden weapon when he took a glance at the dusty lamb leg in the corner. He subconsciously licked his lips and could only pick up the wine pot and drink a mouthful of wine to dissolve the embarrassment.
Ali Buge was overjoyed. "It really is Old Mister Hong. It's rare to see such a person on a normal day. It's such a coincidence that I'm able to meet you. As the saying goes, there's no time like the present. Why don't I be the host and treat Old Mister to a taste of our Mongolian wine and our special delicacies?"
His personality was originally not that respectful. However, after fighting with Khubilai all these years, he saw that Khubilai had gathered a large number of talented people. How could he not be envious? Thus, he unconsciously copied his opponent's style.
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