Hearing his cheers, Ali Buge and Hai lost their heads one after another. Song Qingshu had a headache. Maybe it was just a moment's carelessness that made his heart beat. When he was thinking about how to explain, he suddenly heard a burst of hearty laughter.

"Ha ha ha, I'm always called Hua. I heard that there was a banquet here. I couldn't help but come in and find some leg of mutton to eat. I didn't expect to be found so soon." I saw an old man with thick hands and big feet, holding a scarlet wine gourd in one hand and a delicious leg of mutton in the other hand. His mouth was full of oil. "I have to say that the roast leg of mutton in the grassland is more authentic than that in the south of the Yangtze River. What seasoning is sprinkled on it. I have never eaten it before."

Today, Mongolia conquers the western regions and can enjoy the treasures of China and the West. Naturally, these spices are much richer than those in the south of the Yangtze River.

When song Qingshu saw the visitor's face, he looked strange for a moment. It was him!

"Who dare to steal from the palace?" The man in black next to Ali Buge gave a loud shout, and his body leaped. He rushed to the other side like an eagle. His five fingers were like iron claws.

Song Qingshu cheered secretly, thinking that Mongolia is really a master, and any one in the palace has such a master. And I can feel that Mongolia has become stronger and stronger these years. A few years ago, SANGJIE and xuedaolaozu were the first experts under aribuge's command. In front of me, this man's skill is much higher than those two people. He has a sense of exchanging guns with birds.

Seeing that he rushed over, the slovenly old man turned his lips: "I can't bear to give up a leg of sheep. It's too stingy to return it to the palace." As he spoke, he threw the leg of the lamb in his hand.

However, his throw was just right, and the man on the opposite side caught it with five fingers.

The man in black threw the leg of the lamb aside in a hurry. Looking at the greasy hand, he subconsciously wanted to wipe it. But at this moment, besides clothes, there was a handkerchief. He was furious: "I want to die!"

He was a generation faster than before and attacked with a strong wind. Although he was angry in his heart, he could see that the opponent's martial arts skills were very high from his just throw, so he was very cautious although he was angry.

The slovenly old man's expression was so deep that he saw that the other party was not an ordinary person. He did not dare to be careless. He raised his hands to fight him.

With a bang, the man in black was shocked into the air, but the slovenly old man's face didn't look happy. He also quickly moved his palm to gain momentum. The man in black fell down from the air, and his fist was like thunder.

With the help of the sky, the slovenly old man also with the help of the massiness of the earth, a palm to meet up, bang a loud sound, his feet of the stone have been trampled to crack.

The man in black flew into the air again with the help of counterattack. Song Qingshu looked up and saw that he was six feet high. Instead of falling down immediately, he circled in the air.

The slovenly old man knew that his back blow would be more ferocious. His whole upper body also twisted wildly. His hands were running rapidly in front of his chest, and only a remnant could be seen.

The man in black fell down from the air again. This attack was much more fierce than the previous two combined. There was no wind around the leaves and stones, forming a foggy windwall. The onlookers Ali Buge and Hai lost subconsciously retreated a lot in the face of the pressure from the air. The slovenly old man seemed to be in the center of the storm and would soon be crushed by the storm.

At this time, the center of the storm suddenly issued a high pitched sound of dragon chant, and a few faint dragon like Qi force suddenly broke through the wind barrier. A strong air wave scattered everywhere. Where it passed, the flowers destroyed the trees. Several experts had already stood in front of alibugo and Haifan, and stopped the aftereffects of the battle for them.

In the battlefield, the two figures had separated. The man in black took advantage of the opportunity to return to Ali Buge. He stood up with his hands in the air.

The slovenly old man also stepped back and looked at him in surprise: "what's the name of your move?"

"Three free moves of Tianmo strike!" The man in Black said haughtily.

"That's right. It's similar to my martial nephew Qiao Feng's triple waves of the Yangtze River." The slovenly old man was full of praise, "who are you? Why haven't you seen it before? "

"Yin GUI sect, Bi Yejing." The man in Black said faintly, waiting for the compliment.

Hearing his name, song Qingshu remembers that before, Shan Yuru seemed to have mentioned this person to him. Is it her martial uncle or something? Now it's really extraordinary.

"Night terrors?" The slovenly old man frowned, thinking that he had never heard of this figure, but he didn't want to say that he was embarrassed, so he changed the topic and said, "Yin GUI sect, I heard it mentioned from my master when I was a disciple when I was young. It seems that it was the most powerful demon sect in Central China before the rise of Ming Dynasty, but I don't know why I fled to the western regions of Mobei a hundred years ago."

"Well, it's holy religion!" Bi Yejing corrects the right way, and his tone is a little discontented. "Who are you in the end? I think you are not nobody who can draw with me."

Song Qingshu, who was watching in the dark, almost didn't laugh, tied? Others can't see it. He can see it clearly from this angle. His hands behind his back tremble. It's obvious that he just suffered a big loss.

Obviously inferior to the other side, but try to be brave and say draw, how can you and big wheel Meng Wang have the same virtue?

The slovenly old man laughed a few times: "I'm always called Hua. What's my reputation?"

At this time, brother alibu noticed his patched clothes and a broken finger on his hand. He couldn't help saying, "are you Hong Qigong, the northern beggar of the Central Plains?"

When he was in charge of the Qing Dynasty in the northeast, SANGJIE and xuedaolaozu talked to him about the famous experts in the Central Plains. Of course, Hong Qigong's characteristics were so obvious that he could easily recognize them.

"There are dragons and tigers hidden in the Central Plains, and the name of the five Jue is really shameful," Hong Qigong sighed. "If a few years ago, maybe Lao Jiaohua would have been a little conceited about the name of the five Jue, but I've seen too many evils these years, and I just know what it means to have someone outside and heaven outside."

Especially when I think of a guy surnamed song, his martial arts are unfathomable when he is young. Even now, he may not be able to compete with him. When I think of this, I feel bored. I subconsciously want to take a bite of the leg of lamb to vent my anger. But when I get half of it, I just think that the leg of lamb was thrown out as a concealed weapon. I take a look at the dusty leg of lamb in the corner, He licked his lips subconsciously, so he had to take a sip of wine from the jug to resolve the embarrassment.

Ali Buge was overjoyed: "it's really Mr. Hong. It's rare to see such a person on weekdays. It's a coincidence this time. It's just the so-called saying that it's better to run into the sun than to let Xiao Wang be the host. Would you like Mr. Hong to taste our Mongolian wine and special food?"

He was not so polite and virtuous as a corporal, but he has been fighting with Kublai Khan these years. Seeing that he has a lot of capable people under his command, how can he not envy him? Therefore, some of them unconsciously learn from their opponents.

Hong Qigong was about to leave, but he hesitated when he heard that he was talking about good wine and good food.