At this time, the emperor said to Zhang Pingkou, "The court is very skilled in kung fu. Now the emperor is recruiting people to ask you to join me. Pope Jinshan guarantees that you can be safe and well today?"
However, the answer to Xiang Huang has a faint chilling sound, which gradually becomes compact with Zhang Pingqin’s sound.
At this moment, an old woman beside the emperor suddenly sneered and said, "I can really scare us by giving you a scary name. I will let you know what real kung fu is today."
Say, "The old woman’s hands danced and counted the fallen leaves to detain Ling and gathered towards her hands.
As the explosion of leaves roared, the leaves gathered into a ball and broke into several pieces and hit Zhang Ping.
At this time, Zhang Ping suddenly pulled the four strings of the longqin together, and the surrounding gas seemed to collapse and sucked it fiercely toward Zhang Ping’s longqin.
As Zhang Ping put his hands gently, he was as angry as a landslide and tsunami. When he came out of the strings, he was full of energy. When he contacted Ye Fang, he was like a board in a storm and waves. He could not stand the slightest resistance and was scattered in all directions.
With the smoke and debris covering the sun, two figures suddenly flashed into it, and then several figures flew out of the smoke and hit the trees in all directions, and the original smoke and dust rolled more strongly.
"Hum …" With a long terrible hum, the smoke suddenly came to the sky and died like something terrible.
However, after the smoke dispersed, Zhang Ping’s long piano had a string broken in half, while the silver mask of Xiang Huang had a small crack, which was still getting bigger and longer, and finally two pieces fell off.
At this time, Zhang Ping looked at Xiang Huang’s face as if it were covered with a piece of skin, and said, "What a wonderful work. If you hadn’t reached the highest level of hue transformation, you would be really careful today."
Say, "Zhang Ping’s right hand gently brushed the broken strings, but the strings in Zhang Ping’s hands were instantly connected end to end, and no trace could be seen.
As Zhang Ping gently plucked the strings, Xiang Huang’s expression appeared frowning. At this time, Xiang Huang said to an old man behind him, "To deal with him, we must add 30% to the original basis, otherwise we will leave immediately."
Just as the five people on the opposite side were silent, Zhang Ping smiled and said, "Huo Xiu or the landlord of the Blue House, now you don’t even have the five-line array upside down. What other tricks do you have? Maybe you will never see the sun again."
At this time, Huoxiu suddenly took a big step forward, and a pure and sharp gas swam out in all directions.
There is a kung fu in the Jianghu called Tong Kung Fu, just like the dragon is like Prajnaparamita Kung Fu. If one can practice it easily, however, like Prajnaparamita Kung Fu, it is also a kung fu that can only show its true power after it has been practiced to a profound level.
Straw sandals, cloth, white hair, wrinkles, a worn-out cigarette, and the landlord of the first richest man in the world, Qingyi Building, stamped his feet, and the whole Jianghu would be devastated. At this time, the figure turned out to be like an ordinary old farmer.
What people can’t stand can’t be done by adults. There is no doubt that Huo Xiu resisted loneliness and became a master. At least in Zhang Ping’s eyes, his kung fu is quite good.
At this time, Zhang Ping looked at Huo Xiu and said slowly, "I didn’t expect Guan Feiyan to be worth so much money in your eyes?"
Huoxiu lit a cigarette at this time and said, "No matter if she can’t die now, she can die with you."
As Huo Xiu spit out a big smoke ring, the dense footsteps suddenly came from all directions, with a few hundred people, and each of these hundreds of people was a famous figure in the Jianghu.
Tsing Yi towel cloak standard brothel dress There are many people here who may be careerists, Jianghu people, or just to support their families, but once they enter the brothel, they will never get away.
At this time, Zhang Ping looked around at several brothel masters with a cold smile, and then a series of sounds like Jin Ge’s iron horse poured out. At this time, someone suddenly felt a sense of desolation and coercion in the place, which flashed from my heart.
At this time, the magic sound of Zhang Ping’s mirage is a kind of magic * * in the Taoist mind, which makes a burst of chaos among many brothel masters near Zhang Ping.
A burly and tall man with a knife suddenly binged at this time: "Huang I want you to blood out!" " With a flash of knife light, the big fellow actually cut a knife to his side. A gunman was laughing wildly with his red eyes in the incredible eyes of the other party.
And the same situation is still happening. Everyone who joins the brothel has what he wants most in the bottom of his heart, and the magic sound of Zhang Ping’s mirage in the heart of Taoism is the most original * * that can inspire those who are deficient in repair.
Looking at the killing each other, Mr. Huo Xiu, the master of the brothel, suddenly turned into a red and a white ghosting image and shot it at Zhang Ping.
At this time, Zhang Ping, with one hand holding the piano and one hand plucking the strings, launched a mirage magic sound and a kind of magic in the Taoist mind. * * It seems that he has been at his leisure and the two of them have joined hands to cull the potential, but it is instantaneous.
Xiang Huang and Huo Xiu are the top experts in the world, and Yan Jia Xiu is the first-class person in the world. The timing of the two people’s shots is just when Zhang Ping pushes the sound of the piano to the limit and the old force has gone to the new force.
In a blink of an eye, the two of them have already deceived Zhang Pingshen’s position that is less than two feet. To be continued.
Chapter four hundred and twenty-three Back from the dead and back from the dead
The night is shrouded, and the gas is like explosives, which will destroy everything in Zhang Ping’s whole body. Huo Xiu and the Emperor Wu Daoxiu teamed up to promote this peak blow with all the power to destroy it.
Dark clouds are floating in the wind, and the curved moon is gently covered with cheeks. There is a little ignition in the gloomy forest, and a little faint light comes.
Light, a white light, cuts through the darkness of the forest like a meteor.
If Huo Xiu and Xiang Huang teamed up to push a blow, it was an ancient monster’s impact, then the place where this light passed was like this monster nemesis.
There was no earth-shattering noise, and even Huo Xiu and Xiang Huang’s fierce strength did not burst into their due power.
At this time, Huo Xiu and Xiang Huang stood side by side in front of Zhang Ping, and the surging force kept pouring out of them and surrounded them.
In other people’s eyes, Zhang Ping’s figure gradually became more and more pale, and finally disappeared into the night like a beautiful bubble.
"Hum …"
Suddenly, the string plucking sound came from a distant tree, Zhang Pingping, standing on a tiny branch and plucking the strings slowly with one hand.
At this time, all the people in the brothel surrounded Zhang Ping, and then led by more than a dozen leaders, like Han, turned their attention to Huo Xiu.
At this time, Huo Xiu looked serious and said, "The only good sword is no longer in Bashan. Taoist Liu Jian, a 7749-style return air dance, can be compared with only a handful of people today."
At this time, Zhang Ping turned the longqin and jumped to the top of the treetops. He said, "It’s really amazing that the two martial arts talents of the master of Jinshan Sect, Qingyilou, are really close. You two must die today, but I suddenly changed my mind and prepared to spare your lives."
At this time, Zhang Ping suddenly slammed his right hand into the strings with a flash of silver light and a slender silvery white sword to detain himself from the longqin.
At this time, Zhang Ping’s figure is like a ghost in the brothel, and everyone keeps flashing a little silver light, but he still doesn’t appreciate the beautiful rhythm. One by one, the master of the brothel was killed by Zhang Ping’s sword in his hand.
Looking at Zhang Ping like a tiger in a flock of sheep, he caused several killings among the people in the brothel, whether it was the emperor Huo Xiu or the old woman and the black and white weirdo Huo Tianqing, they were very heavy.
Although Zhang Ping said that he would not kill Huo Xiu and Xiang Huang, the most important thing in Jianghu is commitment, and of course, the lightest thing is commitment. If a person puts his own life and death and acts on the promise of others, he can say that this Jianghu root is not suitable for him.