People are in comprehensive martial arts, start to destroy Shaolin

half a month later.

Zhang Wuwei lay powerlessly on the tree, regretting very much, why didn't he bring Xiao Zhao and the others out.

Being alone, freedom is freedom, but you have to do everything yourself.

The happiness of the two of Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo was molested before there was no clothes to stretch out and mouth to open.

So powerless, do you want a letter to find Xiao Zhao?

Just let Xiao Zhao come alone.

thought here.

Get up, ready to jump up and down.

"Stand, don't run!"

Four strange-looking men ran over after a simple and honest boy.

Seeing Zhang Wuwei standing up, he was overjoyed: "That kid, stop him quickly, and I will share some of the bounty with you."

"Otherwise, heh heh, I'll even catch you as a reward."

Zhang Wuwei raised his eyebrows, and thought in his heart: Yo, it's so fierce, since he became the leader of Mingjiao, no one dared to talk to him like that for a long time.

That simple and honest boy is none other than Guo Jing, who obeyed the words of the six masters and prepared to go south to the south of the Yangtze River for the 18-year appointment:
"Run, the four people behind are the four ghosts of the Yellow River, and they are catching Han people everywhere to claim rewards."

Zhang Wuwei looked at Guo Jing with interest.

Being chased and killed, instead of dragging him into the water, he reminded himself to run quickly?

This kind of person is rare in Jianghu.

Guo Jing saw that Zhang Wuwei didn't move, and he was dressed as a scholar, so he thought he was a weak scholar with no strength to restrain a chicken.

Gritting his teeth: "Young master, I will hold them back, you run away quickly."

The Four Ghosts of the Yellow River were attracted by him, and they cannot be implicated.

"Oh?"

Zhang Wuwei blinked, the Yellow River four ghosts?Simple and honest boy?It seems to be a very familiar story.

Slowly climbed towards the tree.

Guo Jing watched Zhang Wuwei's movements with an anxious expression on his face, but he didn't dare to urge him loudly.

This is the four ghosts of the Yellow River that he attracted, and he is also a frail scholar, don't scare him and fall off.

In less than a moment, the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River surrounded them with grim smiles on their faces:

"Boy, you are running away, why don't you run away?"

"Isn't he pretty good at running? It hurts grandpa to chase him so far."

"That's right, we must exchange more silver flowers for appreciation, so that grandpa and I can be unrestrained and unrestrained."

"Come on, stop talking nonsense, save the fat sheep and run away again."

Wu Qinglie, the most anxious second life-seeking gun, straightened his chest and stabbed straight. Guo Jing glanced at Zhang Wuwei who hadn't come down halfway.

Reluctantly, he made a "progressive basket", pushed the gun head away with his left palm, stepped forward with his right foot and grabbed it, and the palm touched the body of the gun.

In an instant, he felt that Wu Qinglie's movements were not quick, and he pressed his left palm down on a conditioned reflex, and he had already grasped the body of the gun with his muscles and bones.

His right hand became a knife, which was sliced ​​down along the barrel of the gun. If the gun was not withdrawn, all ten fingers would be broken.

Wu Qinglie was shocked, and grabbed the gun vigorously, but it didn't move.

It's too late to let go.

At this time.

"Be careful." Zhang Wuwei leaned on the branch, took out the jug and chicken legs, and reminded him while eating:
"At the left back heart."

A gust of saber wind hit, Guo Jing kicked back with his left foot without turning his head.

With a sound of "dang", he kicked away the attacking blade, and took advantage of the situation to backhand Shen Qinggang, the boss who was sneaking behind him.

This trick is exactly the "swallows into the nest" taught by his master Nan Xiren.

When this leg is kicked out, the eyes can't see at all, it all depends on the feeling, if there is a little carelessness, the long knife will definitely enter the body.

However, under the persecution of all the masters, he practiced hard for a long time before he learned the stunt.

"it is good!"

Zhang Wuwei applauded.

Guo Jing was furious for a while: "My lord, you."

After a moment of distraction, Qian Qingjian, the funeral axe, had landed on the ground with both axes, attacking him.

Guo Jing restrained his mind and didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest. He was not afraid of the four of them fighting alone, but with the four of them teaming up, he was somewhat invincible.

Qian Qingjian swept across with one axe, slashed down with the axe, turned around and slashed down, and slashed down again.

Toss and turn, this is the only trick.

But it makes the tiger powerful and the ax sharp.

After retreating again and again, I suddenly remembered the teaching of the master: an inch is long and an inch is strong, and an inch is short and an inch is dangerous.

If the opponent uses a long weapon, you have to fight close to the body, so that you can only win if you are tied up.

Dodging a downward chop, leaning against the ax blade and leaning forward, just about to throw a punch.

There was a "snap" from the whip, causing his body to tilt, and a hot feeling came from his shoulder.

Before he could take a closer look, there was another whip, and he retreated helplessly.

But it's the spears and short knives.

As a last resort, a lazy donkey rolled to see if he could get out of the siege.

Leaning under the tree, clutching his shoulders: "Master, why don't you leave yet?"

"Oh." Zhang Wuwei supported the branch: "It's too high, I'm afraid."

"Hahaha." Ma Qingxiong laughed and said, "Look quickly, you are indeed a scholar who is useless."

"I dare not even descend a tree."

Zhang Wuwei's eyes were fixed, seeing that you are ugly and very characteristic, and you are quite rampant if you didn't clean up you?
Wu Qinglie followed up and said: "That is, the best to catch, and the most valuable. I can go to Yihong again tonight. Lou is chic and unrestrained."

I really don't know, where does their self-confidence come from, are they ugly?

Zhang Wuwei glanced at them teasingly: "Oh, young man, I don't have much strength."

"You can't run very far, so you should run quickly."

Guo Jing patted the dirt on his body:

"Young master, if you don't dislike it, just jump down, and I will carry you on my back."

Zhang Wuwei said with some embarrassment: "You are already injured, and if you carry me on your back, can you still run away?"

Guo Jing stood up with his feet and arms outstretched, "My lord, jump, I have to catch you."

The Four Ghosts of the Yellow River were attracted by him, and before he died, Zhang Wuwei would definitely not be harmed.

Zhang Wuwei was about to jump.

But he seemed to be afraid and said: "No, it's too high."

Guo Jing gritted his teeth, turned his back on the four ghosts of the Yellow River, and prepared to climb a tree to rescue Zhang Wuwei.

"Hahaha." Ma Qingxiong sneered, waved his long whip, and went straight to Guo Jing's back:

"Look, this is the book cough cough"

The long whip fell to the ground weakly, and Ma Qingxiong pulled out a chicken bone and two bloody teeth from his mouth.

Glaring at Zhang Wuwei: "Your grandma, court death!"

He stepped on the trunk with both legs, and was slapped flying just as he jumped up.

It spun in the air for an unknown number of times before hitting the ground.

This time, no matter how stupid a person is, he knows that Zhang Wuwei is not easy to mess with.

But Qian Qingjian roared angrily: "Dare to hit my brother!"

He jumped up vigorously and swung his twin axes.

With a scream of "ah", he was also slapped away
Not only are the four ghosts of the Yellow River ugly and distinctive, but they are also surprisingly stupid.

I don't know if they soaked in the Yellow River for a long time and soaked their brains.

As the boss, Shen Qinggang has somewhat of an IQ, wielding a dagger:

"Boy, do you know who we are?"

"We are the famous Four Ghosts of the Yellow River!"

The corner of Zhang Wuwei's mouth twitched, he nodded, and took a sip of wine: "Oh?"

Shen Qinggang posed proudly, but heard the following three words.

"do not know."

Angrily roared: "Then our master, Sha Tongtian, the dragon king of the ghost gate, you must know!"