It turned out that Hong Qigong was sleeping here last night, and Li Zhichang came over unintentionally and didn't find him. It's not that Hong Qigong could really steal within ten feet of him silently. Li Zhichang admired him even more when he came here. With his martial arts status, he could sleep in the palace, but he did not invest in real estate and was willing to be a wandering beggar.

He and Hong Qigong pulled apart the reeds and walked over.

"Brother Guo, Miss Huang, we meet again." Li Zhichang smiled.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong only realized that someone was behind him. When they saw that it was Li Zhichang and a middle-aged beggar, they felt relieved. Huang Rong said first: "It turns out to be Master Li. Don't call me Miss Huang or something. You should also call me Rong'er like Brother Jing. I'll call you Brother Zhichang too?"

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "That's great. I'll introduce you to Qigong. This little brother is my good friend, named 'Guo Jing', and he is a disciple of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan."

Guo Jing was polite and respectfully paid homage to Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong had always known that the seven monsters in Jiangnan acted strangely, but they were all good men who Chong Rannuo deprived of life and death. Therefore, even though the seven monsters had low martial arts skills, he never looked down on them. He said that these seven people could afford the word "hero". So when Guo Jing was their disciple, he felt that he was at least not a traitor.

Huang Rong saw that Hong Qigong had only four fingers in his right hand holding the gourd, and one index finger was missing, so she had an idea in her heart. Huang Rong took the initiative to invite them to eat. Several of them storm the wind and flipped the clouds. While eating, she couldn't help but praise: "Miaoji, Miaoji, even my beggar ancestors can't cure such an amazing beggar chicken." Most of the whole beggar chicken was eaten by Hong Qigong, and the other three didn't eat much. He patted his belly and shouted: "Belly, belly, such delicious chickens rarely have been eaten?" Huang Rong burst out laughing and said: "The little woman occasionally cooked a beggar chicken, and she was so honored to be the beggar ancestors."

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "You don't know anything about Qigong, but Rong'er's father is the Huangdao Master of Taohua Island in the East China Sea. Huangdao Master is an extremely smart person. He has all kinds of skills and is not a problem with cooking skills. Rong'er has no choice but to have three successful husbands, who are enough to beat ordinary chefs in the world."

Hong Qigong thoughtfully: "Old beggar is considered to be a delusion today. Hey, it's true that greed is a mistake. Li Xiaozi was intentional today. Huang Rong is Dongxie's daughter, of course she doesn't need anything, but this little girl Huang Rong seems to love Guo Jing very much, but she can tell that he has a few kung fu and is favored by humanity. But the kung fu he gave too little kung fu, so in the future, this kung fu will he really become Huang Laoxie's son-in-law. When the second time of the Huashan sword contest, wouldn't it be that Huang Laoxie laughed to death?

He scratched his head and said, "It's so hard. I always beggar ask people for some leftovers. It might be okay. Today I ate a good chicken like you two dolls. I have received such a great favor, and I can't repay you. This... this..." Guo Jing smiled and said, "What kind of favor is a small chicken? To be honest, we stolen this chicken too." Huang Rong smiled and said, "We are holding chickens with your hands. You are here to eat chicken again. Everyone will have the word "shush". "Hong Qigong laughed and said, "You two dolls are quite interesting, but they are in harmony with my spleen and stomach. Come on, what do you want? Tell me what wishes do you have."

Li Zhichang laughed and said, "What do they have to do? If they find me, you can help me, so why bother you?" Hong Qigong originally thought that behind Li Zhichang was the Quanzhen Sect. Although he is the leader of the world's largest beggar sect, the Quanzhen Sect is not bad either. Since the Shaolin Temple was closed, the title of the world's largest sect has fallen on Quanzhen. When he remembered that no juniors of the Beggar sect could compare to Li Zhichang, he couldn't help but sigh.

Hong Qigong's face turned cold: "Li, your kid is very good at martial arts. I'm afraid none of the Quanzhen Sect can match you except Zhou Botong. But it's not enough to say that you want to play with the old beggar." However, he felt that Li Zhi was young and had a high spirit, so that if he continued like this, he would encounter a big disaster sooner or later. Today he decided to let Li Zhichang know the truth that there are people outside the heavens.

Li Zhichang said: "Master Hong Gang, you should know that the younger waves of the Yangtze River push the older waves, and a new generation replaces the old ones. The way of martial arts is passed down from generation to generation. I also want to give it a try in the second Huashan Sword Contest."

Li Zhichang was a martial artist by nature. Although he lived in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain for two years, he also went to seclusion to study martial arts. He didn't come down the mountain until his magical skills were successful not long ago. However, with his skill, he went to find an opponent in the world? When he met Hong Qigong this time, he knew that he was very good at martial arts and was a chivalrous man. He was not as taboo as Western Poison to kill people, but he was a good opponent. He was so itchy that he was eager to try and deliberately irritated him. He was afraid that he would not arouse Hong Qigong's anger, but he could only make trouble. Hong Qigong thought he was trying to make good things for Guo Jing and Huang Rong, but he was thinking about fighting for a quick fight.

Li Zhichang said: "Master Hong Gang is a martial artsman, so we naturally speak with martial arts." After that, he punched the Hunyuan Palm with his right hand. Although it is Taoist Kung Fu, he can open a stubborn stone with his palm, pointing to broken bricks, and shaking his hand to exert his skills, which is a rare strong kung Fu.

Seeing that he was coming in a fierce manner, Hong Qigong did not dare to be negligent. He returned a palm with his left hand. He immersed himself in this move of Kanglong Youxuan for decades. He had a lot of force, but he left thirteen points of force under his palm, and was not afraid of not scratching the kid for a while. Once he fought, he realized that he felt that the opponent's fist power seemed strong, but in fact he was not there. It was indeed wrong to make his palm power real, and it was extremely dangerous to make it empty. He couldn't help but secretly surprised. He now launched the palm technique that he had practiced in the mountains and rivers for decades and hit it back. He slashed three palms in a row, and the palm power was stirring. The hilarious slits on the reeds around him fell one after another, flying all over the sky, which looked so good. When he slashed three palms, he slashed around him, and the sound of the branches was broken.

At first, Mr. Hong Qigong was worried that Li Zhi was young and had little skills, and could not stand his strong and powerful palm power. He stopped when he came out with one stroke. However, after passing six moves, he knew that the opponent's internal strength was strong and his palm technique was not inferior to him. As long as he was not careful, he would be defeated by this kid's palm immediately. Then he encouraged his move and did not leave any remaining strength.

Hong Qigong never met an opponent since the Huashan Sword Contest. He was happy and shouted, "Good Kung Fu, good palm technique! This fight was really exciting." As for Li Zhichang, he gave up his lesson. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are the most powerful and fierce palm technique in the world. When he was discussing the Huashan Sword Contest, this skill was not completed, so it was useless. After practicing, Wang Chongyang had already passed away, and the other three primitives were difficult to find. Who else in the world could catch his palm, let alone the eighteen palms. Li Zhichang's high kung fu was chasing Wang Chongyang back then. Not to mention the eighteen palms, even 180 palms, this kid could catch him, and teach him how to be unhappy. Later, Li Zhichang was not limited to the palm technique, either using fists, fingers, or capturing techniques.

The circle between the two of them was gradually expanded, and Guo Jing and Huang Rong retreated step by step. After a long battle, Hong Qigong had just finished the eighteen palms of the dragon subduing. Although he took advantage of his moves, he was not as good as Li Zhichang in terms of changes. Instead, he fought with equal weight.
Chapter completed!