Chat Group of Myriad Worlds of Tang Dynasty

Thinking of this, Qiao Feng smiled: "Mao San, do you know internal strength?"

Mao San was stunned, then shook his head like a drumstick in a street performer, and when his face was embarrassed, he was also a little confident.

"Brother Qiao, how can I know that kind of thing? The inner strength and mentality are so precious. If one copy is leaked out in the Jianghu, I don't know how many people will be killed."

"That's it, we can't kill others, we can only rely on our fist skills to make a living among all kinds of gangsters who don't flow in."

"Hey, or Mao San would come over as soon as Big Brother Qiao said he was recruiting troops."

Qiao Feng's gaze turned cold at this time, "Then you don't care what other people think? I'm from Khitan!"

Suddenly, this feeling of falling into an ice cellar made Mao San almost kneel down.

But Mao San was trembling a little, but his eyes were still firm: "What about the Khitan people? What brother Qiao did is harmful to the Han people?"

"Tiantian Han people, Khitan people, if every Khitan in the world is like Brother Qiao, will there still be war? If every Han person is like Brother Qiao, will there still be war?"

"The so-called national hatred and family hatred are of course important, but who understands that real hatred has never been divided into groups. Brother Qiao, I don't look at those. As long as it benefits the country and the people, I am a good person."

"It doesn't matter what kind of good person you are or what kind of good person you are from."

After Mao San finished speaking, his back was already wet with cold sweat.

Qiao Feng nodded, "Okay, then you can go down."

Qiao Feng had a warm smile on his face, but Mao San was about to cry all of a sudden, only to see Qiao Feng holding him by the neck and throwing him down directly, and the abyss was below.

At the same time, a young monk with a bald head also appeared, who was thrown from the cliff by someone.

Wu Yazi opened his eyes suddenly: "What? Two apprentices? And unexpected gains?"

Wu Yazi laughed, he dreamed of passing on the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School, originally he wanted to pass on only one person with good intentions, but at this time two people suddenly appeared.

He could hear the above conversation clearly, the little monk was thrown out because he was too upright, and the other one was very suitable for the old man.

Mao San thought he was dead, but when he opened his eyes, he found himself floating in the air like a feather, and then landed lightly.

Didn't Brother Qiao throw himself down?
Um?This is not the abyss, this is...

"Two, old man Wu Yazi..."

In an instant, Mao San's eyes were moistened.

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When Li Ke was eating lychees, he always thought of Yang Yuhuan, but where was Yang Yuhuan in the early Tang Dynasty?
But the chess record of Zhenlong chess game is very comfortable. When he got Qiao Feng's red envelope, Li Ke directly took out a chess record. Qiao Feng was still reliable in his work, and he had already asked for credit in the group.

"@李野, sir, the things on the chessboard are not important. When Wu Yazi was teaching his skills, my little brother specifically asked about the chess records. Wu Yazi immediately felt that my little brother was aiming at mountains and rivers. Without even thinking about the power, I gave it to him."

Li Ke was taken aback?
"Your brother is not a monk, is he?"

Li Ke remembered that Xu Zhu found Wu Yazi by mistake, and was almost regarded as a victim, how could it be passed on to the chess record?

Wu Yazi has studied countless exquisite games in his life. The Zhenlong chess game is the latest tragedy created by borrowing from the ancient game after his mastery of chess skills. He narrowly escaped death, and combined with his weird martial arts like cultivating immortals, that is the real killing game.

Qiao Feng: "Huh? Sir? Not a monk!"

"But how did you know there was a little monk?"

Li Ke smiled: "It's not important."

Qiao Feng: "Sir, I asked my little brother Mao San to learn art from Wu Yazi. During this time, I will go out to have fun outside the pass with sister A Zhu, and take my brother with me."

Li Ke was speechless, you guy, you ran around before you found out your background?

This will not work.

As a result, the big pretense technique is going to be launched again.

"Beyond the pass is not a place to go, if that person is not found, you will always be Qiao Feng, and you will always be the Khitan hated by martial arts people."

"Your new recruits, I'm afraid they will suffer."

You talk about righteousness, Qiao Feng doesn't understand, but you talk about brotherhood, Qiao Feng: Qiao Feng, the BGM master with lofty sentiments, is here to report!

For a while, Qiao Feng was silent for a while, and silence was right. The great Mr. Lu Xun said that when he was silent, Qiao Feng knew that he still had a mission, and that mission was to let Li Ke pluck the wool.

Qiao Feng: "Sir, you are right, this time Qiao Feng will be serious."

In the group, King Zhou smiled: "Hahaha, you bastard, didn't you take it seriously before?"

Xiongba: "The old man didn't expect that your serious appearance is exactly the same as before."

That means, if you say you are serious, what is the difference?

Li Ke thought for a while, if according to Qiao Feng's current strength, if he wants to make waves in the martial arts, he can only fight alone, how is it different from him in the Beggar Gang before?

"You have met that little monk. If you can let him join, the process of finding out your background may be smoother."

Qiao Feng was puzzled: "Huh? Sir, is that little monk very important?"

The little monk is of course not important, but the little monk's father is important. The world of Tianlong is a world of cheating children. The little monk's father is the leading brother you are looking for.

At this moment, the group fell silent, and Qiao Feng was also pondering.

What about Cao Cao?Of course Cao Cao didn't speak anymore, he is in a state of desperation right now.

Just when Qiao Feng was about to speak, Cao Cao suddenly appeared.

"Sir, Mengde is so difficult!"

For a moment, Qiao Feng, who thought he was miserable, became interested, "Oh? @曹操, what's the situation? What makes you sad? Tell me more about it?"

King Zhou: "That's right, say it to make everyone laugh."

Xiong Ba: "Don't hide it, everyone has good intentions."

Cao Cao was taken aback, kindly, you guys are so kind, watching the excitement is no big deal.

"Sir, Meng De's younger brother, Cao Ren, was besieged by 5 people in Nanjun."

"The city of Jingzhou can be defended, but Cao Ren can't die. I didn't kill Cao Ren, but Cao Ren died because of me. Meng De must be extremely guilty all his life."

Cao Cao likes to go online. You are old, and you still feel guilty all your life. Cao Ren said it’s okay, you can eat, drink and drink in Jingzhou.

Li Ke thought about it for a while, if Cao Cao went to Nanjun, it would be terrible. Li Ke clearly remembered that in the story of the Three Kingdoms, Cao Ren could retreat completely. After all, the place in Nanjun was not important.

With Jingzhou, who cares about Nanjun?
"Stick to Jingzhou."

Li Ke left four words, Cao Cao was not happy.

"Sir, Cao Ren is my brother, my dear relatives and friends, so Sun Quan of Eastern Wu wants Cao Ren's life..."

Li Ke almost blurted out that he had to pay more.

But Cao Cao's words are obviously a bit conscientious: "I'm saved."

Li Ke didn't continue talking, but looked at the group with a smile.

At this time Xiongba said faintly: "Don't save it, one death is better than two."

King Zhou: "The lonely king also thinks so."