The Great Escape of Martial Arts

Chapter 155

Suddenly someone said:

"Don't panic, give me the chicken ass."

Both Han Xiaoying and Huang Rong were taken aback, how could someone cover their backs, they didn't even feel it, they hurriedly turned around, only to see that the person speaking was a middle-aged beggar.

This man has a square face, a slight beard under his chin, thick hands and big feet, his clothes are patched here and there, but they have been washed clean, and he is holding a green bamboo stick, which is as bright as jade, on his back. It bears a big gourd painted in vermilion.

There was a salivating look on his face, and he looked anxious, as if if he didn't give him the dick butt, he would reach out and snatch it.

Before the three of them could answer, he had already sat across from him, took the gourd from his back, unplugged it, and the aroma of wine was overflowing.

He drank a few sips bonyly, handed the gourd to Wu Zhai, and said:

"Boy, you have a good skill, you drink."

Wu Zhai took a few sips and praised:
"Good wine, good wine!"

The beggar said to Huang Rong:
"Girl doll, do you want to drink?"

Huang Rong shook her head, seeing him looking at the fat chicken in her hand, twitching her throat, swallowing her saliva, laughing secretly, tore off half of it and gave it to him along with the chicken butt.

The beggar was overjoyed and took it with his hands. He ate it cleanly. As he ate, he kept praising:
"Wonderful, wonderful, even my beggar ancestor can't control such a great beggar chicken."

Huang Rong smiled slightly, and handed him the remaining half of the chicken.

The beggar said modestly:
"How is that possible? You haven't eaten yet."

He spoke politely, but he reached out to take it early, and in a short while he ate it until there were only a few chicken bones left.

He patted his stomach and cried:

"Belly, belly, you rarely eat such delicious chicken, right?"

Wu Zhai smiled, then tore off the remaining two chicken buttocks and handed them to him:

"It's a great honor for this beggar chicken to be honored by beggar ancestors!"

The beggar laughed and said:

"You kid is interesting!"

He took out a few golden darts from his pocket and said:
"A few days ago, I saw a few people fighting, and one of them was so rich that the dart he put was shining golden. The old beggar took the dart by hand, so I led it to him. The golden dart was full of broken copper. Iron, the dart is covered with real gold to support the scene. Doll, you can play with it, and if you have no money to use it, you can exchange it for seven or eight renminbi."

After speaking, he handed it to Wu Zhai.

Wu Zhai shook his head and said:
"Old beggar, why are you being so polite?"

The beggar looked embarrassed, scratched his head and said:
"This is difficult. I always beg for leftovers from others, but it's okay. Today I ate such a good chicken like you, and I have received such a great favor. I can't repay it. This... this... ..."

Wu Zhai laughed and said:

"What kind of favor is a little chicken? Who would have thought that Hong Qigong, the nine-fingered god beggar, would be such a reserved person?"

The beggar said in astonishment:

"Boy, do you recognize me?"

Wu Zhai said:
"I didn't recognize it at first, I just felt that someone was following you secretly. Later, I heard you swallow your saliva. I thought, who else would come to this world who is so powerful in martial arts and yet so greedy?"

Hong Qigong laughed loudly, rubbed his belly and said:
"I'm just a glutton with a bad temper. When I think about eating, I forget everything."

Stretching out the right palm with only four fingers left, he said:
"The ancients said: It's really good to move the index finger. As long as I see or smell strange smells, the index finger of my right hand will not stop. Once I missed a big event because of greed. , I chopped off my finger with one knife..."

Han Xiaoying said "ah", and Hong Qigong sighed:
"The finger is cut off, but the gluttonous nature can't be cut off."

Wu Zhai laughed and said:

"This is nature, how can I change it?"

So he shared the remaining two with Huang Rong and Han Xiaoying and ate them. Hong Qigong sucked on the two chicken buttocks and ate with good wine.

Wu Zhai laughed and said:

"Old beggar, if you feel bad about it, how about a fight with me after eating?"

Hong Qigong shook his head and said:

"Fighting is no favor, don't fight, don't fight!"

Wu Zhai pointed at Huang Rong and said:

"I can fight against his father with [-] moves without losing. I see you are greedy and lazy, so you must be hard-pressed to defeat me in a thousand moves!"

Hong Qigong said angrily:

"fart!"

Suddenly stunned, puzzled:
"I think your martial arts are not bad, who can beat you eight hundred moves?"

Wu Zhai laughed and said:

"Look carefully, who does she look like?"

Hong Qigong looked at it carefully for a moment, then muttered:
"The eyes and nose look familiar. Could it be, could it be that you are Huang Laoxie's daughter?"

Huang Rong clapped her hands and laughed:

"You old man is really good at predicting things!"

Hong Qigong chuckled, and suddenly shouted to Wu Zhai:
"Boy, do you think I'm not as good as Dongxie?"

Wu Zhai shook his head and said:
"Huang Laoxie doesn't have a fat belly like yours!"

Hong Qigong sneered and said:

"Boy, do you want to be his son-in-law by flattering Huang Laoxie like this?"

Huang Rong couldn't help but blushed and said angrily:

"Beggar, what nonsense!"

Hong Qigong laughed loudly and said:

"Since you want to be beaten, it's not my fault. Come, come, come with me."

He rubbed his hands on the front of his clothes twice, carried the gourd, lifted the bamboo stick, got up and left.

The three of them followed him to a pine forest.

Hong Qigong said:

"What do you want to compare?"

Wu Zhai clasped his fists and said:
"I have a set of Great Subduing Demon Fist, so let me teach Qigong Subduing Dragon and Eighteen Palms!"

Hong Qigong put the bamboo stick on the stone beside him and shouted:

"Let's recruit!"

As soon as the speech was finished, seven moves were made with both hands, and the end was fast and inhumane.

Wu Zhai blocked left and dodged right. In this instant, his left hand has already returned seven moves, and said with a smile:
"Qi Gong, do you look down on me?"

Raise the power of the dantian as much as possible, punch with all your strength, and you will hear the wind of the fist blowing, the momentum is extraordinary.

When Hong Qigong saw the punch coming, he turned his body slightly and avoided it, followed by a stance of "Hong Jian Yu Lu", seeing Wu Zhai's approaching menacingly, he also used [-]% of his strength.

When fists and palms intersected, it was like thunder falling to the ground. Within a radius of three feet, sand and rocks flew away. Han Xiaoying blocked Huang Rong behind her and retreated step by step.

He heard Hong Qigong praise:
"Good work!"

He used another stance of "Conquer the Dragon with Regret", Wu Zhai saw that his palms were domineering, and knew that this was one of the powerful masters in the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

There was a sound of "Peng", and another thunder!
This fierce fight was different from Huang Yaoshi's that day, every move and style of the two sides was done slowly, but the palms and fists were like a flood, it was extremely spectacular.

After a while, the two of them had performed more than [-] moves, Hong Qigong was secretly startled, he admired each other so much, he gradually summoned his internal energy and fought with all his strength.

Wu Zhai's pressure increased sharply, and he exhausted his wits and brains to push the Da Fu Mo boxing to the extreme. There is only one set of boxing, but it is extremely varied, but the skill is a little shallower, and it is still difficult to win the upper hand.

At the moment, I just stick to the door, not seeking merit, but seeking no faults.

At this time, Hong Qigong was turning around Wu Zhai's body with the front palm and the back palm, fighting with his Great Subduing Demon Fist with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms...

(End of this chapter)