The so-called real people do not show, show that they are not real people.This is true, the red line woman's eyes are gloomy, holding two short knives, how to see how a pair of high-handed style, but she in front of the beggar, there is no decent attack.

Three strokes and two, they have already circled her in their own rhythm.The look is not impatient, the action is not hurried, the idle court is generally open, but the red line woman has no force.

The red women are ashamed, and the attack in their hands is more and more spicy, and they only hope to find some places today.

But how easy it was to talk, the harder she tried, the more she fell, and so far, she had not been able to give a decent attack.

Some of the other people on the field are now unstoppable.The initiative to attack is the strong man, he made a flat load, with a strong sinking one hit over.

The beggar turned the bamboo pole in his hand and tapped him on the head, and his body had turned away.

In any case, the red line woman is blinding the gap, holding a double knife in her hand, and quickly attacking the beggar.

Even so, it does not pose a decent threat to beggars.His footsteps were scattered, but he was able to escape the two people's joint attack, and the bamboo poles in his hand could never be thrown out, but he could always hit each other.

The rest of the people ended up at the same time, and everyone's power besieged the beggars.But somehow, the more people attack, the more calm the beggars will be.The field was dazzling, no longer able to see the specific passage, only to hear the clapping sound, the bamboo pole in his hand did not know how many people's faces were dumped and how many people's faces were hit.

When the fierce battle of the people stopped, I saw a few red women panting, and their faces were all scarred, and they looked miserable.The beggar did not grow up, and did not change his face, as if he had just got up in the morning and went for a walk.

He defeated the people by their own strength.I can’t see it from the outside.However, the real thing is the truth, and it has little to do with what looks like.

Song Youquor is gently shaking his head, he is a family, from childhood in the officialdom of rolling, inheritance is the set of people between the hearts of the people.This beggar did so, and indeed proved his ability, showing his face in front of people.However, this also makes others guilty of clean, and in the future together, they will not look down, and others will give you a little bit of a trip, and you are afraid of how you will die.

It really doesn’t matter.

“Amitabha.”

The young stone monk who had not been shooting had read the Buddha trumpet and said, "The world is big, the martial arts are boundless, I have learned from generation to generation, but there is no high point."Let the poor monks teach your excellencies together."

The squeak said softly, and the monk would be a man.He said this, in order to draw himself and the red women in a group, and to save their faces.

People can't look, when people really can't look.This monk looked at the thick eyebrows, a way of the high priest, but did not expect the thick black learning to be so deep.

I just don’t know what to do on hand.

The beggar yawned, pacing and approaching, seemingly careless, but added a little strength when he shot.A few strokes in the series fell on the blue stone monk.

The monk did not make any dodging action, stood still and kept his face smiling.It was clear that the beggar’s attack had not done him any harm.

The beggar frowned and realized that he had encountered a hard stubble.The martial arts are unfathomable, and the emperor's hidden dragon and the tiger are indeed of great intention.

The monk smiled and said, "Please also give the father to the monk's fist."

Laughed, like a good-hearted old monk.But when he shoots, he is full of temperament, like a tiger down the mountain.

The monk did not use weapons, and his daily tempering body was his most powerful weapon.The movement of his hands forward and the fact that the boy opens the door is this trick, and he can see that he is practicing day and night, and the martial arts have been cultivated.

The beggar had to hide, wanting to sideways to hide, but the monk's fist suddenly changed after playing, grabbed a piece of his clothing, and wanted to tear him in front of him.

The rhythm of the beggar's avoidance has been broken, he has lost his center of gravity, and the master competes, so it is fatal.He was also a generational master, and he launched a hand on the Jedi.

The same thing, the same thing.

The monk also had to pay attention to the prevention, hands on his chest, and then pushed forward.

With a loud noise, the two sides hit each other, each retreating three steps, and the expression on his face was not very good.

The monk also realized that he had fallen.The other side of a bamboo pole will be used to make a god, but this does not mean that the beggar will only use the bamboo pole, but it is enough to clean up others with bamboo poles.

Self-exercise, the strength of the body is naturally not weak.The strength of oneself, the weakness of the enemy, still does not account for half of the cheap, which is to lose.

The monk took a deep breath and said, “The teacher has been taught.”

The beggar also put away the naughtyness on his face and held his fist: "Give."

Above the attic, Li Xing nodded slightly and asked, “What is the name of this beggar?”

“The White Crane.”Song You Channel: "This person came from a mysterious history, his subordinates found him in Jiangnan, and as for what history he has, his subordinates have not been found out."“To stay or not to stay, will it be up to your majesty?”

"The dragon sees the end, but all the masters are like this."Li Xingrong said, “Leave them, see what officials they have, and stay in the palace to protect me.”But they must be checked in their details, and they must be made clear.”

"The subordinates understand, and immediately go ahead."

These ten people have shown their own home-watching skills, each of them is not weak, and several of them have been able to count the previous generation of masters.But these alone cannot be exchanged for Lee’s respect.

The temple is high, when to respect the people of the lake, Li Xingyi is like this, and so is the Song canal.For the people of Jianghu, giving them a small official of sesame green beans, they are grateful.As for the big officials, they can’t really do it.

From the lake into the temple, but also can mix well, there is only one.

The one that gave Lee the most headache.

The Song Youquor ordered that the ten men should be brought down to see what officials they were, and some of the rules in the palace should be taught to them.

The two left from the martial arts field and came to the stargazing tower where Li Xingrong lived, and now he works and lives here, which is also frightened by Cheng Dalei.

In short, Li Xingrong is still very satisfied with these people, no matter how useless, how much can make himself a little put down.

This time, the Song Wouche did quite well.

"You've done a good job of it, and you've got more heart for these ten people."Li Xingrong said, "You know who I am in trouble this time, be careful of everything."