People are in comprehensive martial arts, start to destroy Shaolin

Master Zhang, Zhang Wuwei, these few short words seem to have infinite magic power.

It represents gold and silver treasures, it represents the feudal marquis and prime minister, and it represents countless martial arts magic skills.

It shocked countless people.

They turned around one after another, looking at the young man who was still sitting there calmly in surprise.

Whisper.

He is the Mingjiao who advocates doing nothing?

Is it Zhang Wuwei who led the Ming Cult to riot in Dadu and captured Emperor Dayuan alive?
Looking at the young face, I felt the not very strong aura.

Some confident people raised their wine glasses and came to Zhang Wuwei's side: "Northwest"

"Zheng-"

A golden light flashed across, and the sword sounded faintly.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, blood gushing like a fountain.

Xiao Er fell to the ground with a pale face.

It's over, and received the evil god.

He was finished, even if Zhang Wuwei let him go, Yuan Bing would not let him go.

Ignoring everyone's shocked eyes, Zhang Wuwei raised his wine glass and looked at Qiao Feng with a smile: "Please!"

Some people don't need to talk too much, just a look and a movement are enough!

As for whether Qiao Feng deliberately harmed him.

He believed, no.

Qiao Feng's eyes lit up, he couldn't help it just now, he didn't think much about it.

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted it, and Zhang Wuwei didn't care about it before he realized it.

"Ha ha!"

Laughed twice, picked up two jugs of fine wine: "Brother, come, let me toast you again."

"What you have done really makes me admire!"

He really admired it. He couldn't believe it the first time he received the news.

After repeated inquiries several times, he immediately decided to go north in person to meet the Mingjiao people.

Zhang Wuwei is not hypocritical, he slapped the wine cork:

"I've always heard the name of Beiqiao Peak, but seeing it today, it's really heroic."

"Come on, drink!"

The two of them raised the wine jar, tons and tons of wine, and soon a jar of fine wine ran out.

They looked at each other and smiled: "Hahaha, happy, happy!"

Put down the wine jar: "Come again!"

They each picked up an altar and raised their heads to drink.

Guo Jing was dazzled by the sight, he clenched his hands tightly, picked up a jug of fine wine, and began to drink tons of wine.
There are less than a thousand cups of wine every confidant, but a few words are not speculative.

The ancients were sincere and never deceived.

The three of them drank enthusiastically, with dozens of wine jars beside each of them, they stared at Huang Rong dumbfounded.

Are these three people?

so drinkable? ? ?

"Hahaha." Qiao Feng patted Zhang Wuwei's shoulder excitedly, and gave a thumbs up: "Brother, you are the first one who can drink with me to this extent."

Thinking about Guo Jing again, he patted him on the back: "You are also doing well."

Stretch out your hand and spread your five fingers: "Usually I drink ten at a time."

Zhang Wuwei was also drunk, so he pawed Qiao Feng: "Brother Qiao, you drank too much, this is five."

"Hahaha."

Qiao Feng stretched out another hand: "Brother, you and I hit each other so well, why not become brothers with different surnames?"

"Oh, yes, and this little brother, it must be extraordinary to be able to have a meal with Brother Wuwei, why don't we worship together?"

Zhang Wuwei wobbled: "I am Zhang Wuwei!"

Qiao Feng: "I am Qiao Feng!"

Guo Jing: "I am Guo Jing!"

Today, he and Zhang Wuwei (Qiao Feng, Guo Jing) have become brothers with different surnames, and they will live and die together, and share weal and woe!
"Brother Joe!"

"Second Brother Zhang!"

"Third Brother Guo!"

"Hahaha."

They looked at each other, looked up to the sky and laughed.

Hurrah, at this moment, a group of Yuan soldiers quickly came downstairs under the guidance of martial arts experts.

This family was originally the territory of the Kingdom of Jin, but now that the Kingdom of Jin is sunset, Yuan soldiers actually followed it directly:

"Zhang Wuwei, you are already surrounded by us, if you are sensible, hurry up and catch him without a fight."

"Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

"Hmph." Zhang Wuwei snorted coldly: "There are always some frogs in the well who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth."

Came to the side of the building: "Let's compare today and see who can kill more yuan soldiers."

"Okay!" Qiao Feng shouted loudly, and flew down.

He felt a little guilty, it was all because of his words that led to the current situation.

With a sound of "Zheng!", Zhang Wuwei drew out the Yitian sword, and also jumped down.

This sword, forged to drive out the Tartars, made him drink the blood of Yuan soldiers today.

The dragon's roar is loud and clear, and the golden light is overflowing.

Elegant sword shadow, youthful youth.

Seeing Guo Jing's blood boiled, he jumped down with a roar, and joined the battle.

Huang Rong curled her lips at the top, but couldn't arouse the slightest interest. They are all stinky men, not fun, not fun.

Turn around and want to leave.

just.

"Look, that little beggar."

"I just had dinner with them at the same table, catch her, come on!"

Flocking to them, Huang Rong was so startled that she had to jump down.

After one hour and three quarters, the entire long street was covered with corpses, and every time one stepped down, there would be a splash of blood, bloody and bloody.

Zhang Wuwei took off the wine bag, took a sip, and threw it to Qiao Feng.

After Qiao Feng finished drinking, he held up the wine bag, poured it on his head, and washed the blood: "Brother, this is a brother."

Zhang Wuwei waved his hand: "Brother Qiao, don't talk too much."

A blow to the chest.

Qiao Feng: "It's because of my brother's hypocrisy."

It is also a hammer on the chest, and they look at each other and smile.

He pulled up Guo Jing who was guarding Huang Rong, snatched a few horses, and drove away in full view of everyone.

A few days later, Qiao Feng of the Northern Beggars' Clan issued an order: to fully assist the Mingjiao in retreating from the Great Yuan Kingdom.

When Hong Qigong of the Southern Beggar Gang heard about this, he also passed down the same order.

The world was in an uproar, only Shaolin, the master of martial arts, was deserted and remained silent.

A few more days passed, and the three who were separated from Qiao Feng came to Zhongdu, the capital of Jin Kingdom.

Don't look at the sunset of the Dajin Kingdom now, but the capital is very prosperous, and the wind of pleasure is very prevalent.

I don't know if it was the last madness before dying.

The three of them had just finished eating and were walking on the street.

"Dangdangdang."

When the gong sounded, the middle-aged man with a face full of wind and frost cupped his hands and said:
"Fathers and folks who passed by, I passed by Baodi today."

"There is a girl who is sixteen years old. I can't bear her to be separated from me and suffer, so I set up the ring and compete in martial arts to recruit relatives."

"I hope to find a son-in-law who can ride the dragon quickly, but I have three rules, one step."

A group of people jumped onto the stage: "Where did all this nonsense come from, let me taste it for you guys."

There are lewd smiles everywhere.

Mu Nianci had a frosty face, she really had enough of this kind of life.

Going up to punch her in the chest, the Taoist still wanted to grab her little hand and taste it.

This made Mu Nianci even more disgusted. With a flip of his wrist, he jumped over the Taoist's hands and slapped the Taoist on the chest.

thump thump.

The Taoist took several steps back and rubbed his chest: "Beauty, you have so much strength."

"Boom!"

He had already been pushed off the ring by a backer, fell to the ground and vomited blood.

Everyone exclaimed: "What a pungent woman."

Mu Yi patted Mu Nianci on the shoulder, wanted to say something, but shook his head, but said nothing.

The two have lived together for many years, how could he not know what Mu Nianci was thinking.

Sighing secretly, it's time to really find a place for Mu Nianci to belong.

"Everyone, my daughter will not marry a monk or Daoist, and secondly, I will not."

Another monk jumped onto the ring, with a lewd smile on his face: "Little lady, hurry back with me."

Mu Yi's father and daughter's faces were serious, this obscene monk actually has innate cultivation? ? ?