Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 116 Praying Mantis, Oriole
  Li Xunhuan suddenly laughed, not showing the slightest hint of the fear of being a swordsman and me being a fish, and said: "Could the swordsman hiding behind my nephew be Jing Wuming? As for the brother behind me, is he? Is it Hu Bugui?"

A tall and thin figure stood up from the shadow behind Long Xiaoyun's large grand master's chair.

He had a pair of dead gray eyes that seemed to have no trace of human emotion. There were three scars on his face. The longest one ran from the corner of his mouth to his hairline, making half of his face seem to be wearing a cruel and mysterious smile at all times. Chilling.

He was also wearing the same apricot-yellow clothes with gold trim as Shangguan Fei, but the legs of the shirt were very short and could only cover his knees. The cuffs were tightened, revealing his skinny hands with long, thin fingers.

His sword has been withdrawn. It has no scabbard like A Fei. It is only inserted into the belt around his waist. However, it is inserted into the right waist with the hilt to the left. This is because he uses it to divert the deflection and the most weird and cruel sword. Hot left-handed sword.

"Jing Wuming, it's really you!"

The one who said this through gritted teeth was Shangguan Fei who had already turned around and was about to leave.

There was strong anger in his eyes, and he yelled: "You secretly followed me and hid aside, did you want me to make a fool of myself and paralyze Li Xunhuan first, and then make it easier for you and your helpers to launch a sneak attack?"

Jing Wuming's face was expressionless and he said coldly: "I am the one who took the action, but not the one who came up with the idea. If you are angry, you can go to him to vent your anger!"

Shangguan Fei's handsome face showed murderous intent: "Who is it?"

There was a dry cough in the small building, and Long Xiaoyun, who looked a little ugly, came out, bowed deeply to Shangguan Fei first, and then said with a smile: "Master Shangguan, I also want to use the safest way to complete the task of being the leader of Shangguan Gang. I had no choice but to make this decision as I was told, so please forgive me for any offense I may have caused."

Looking at the humble Long Xiaoyun in front of him, Shangguan Fei regained his indifferent expression and said calmly: "When my father founded the Money Gang, he emphasized fairness in business transactions. Since you have accomplished what my father asked you to do, it is a great achievement. One piece, the reward you deserve will definitely be given to you..."

After Long Xiaoyun heard this, he finally let go of his worries and continued to smile: "I don't dare. It is my honor to serve the leader of the Shangguan Gang. How dare I ask for a reward? But I have offended the young master this time, so I will definitely..."

But Shangguan Fei interrupted him with a sneer: "But if you dare to plot against me, it is an unforgivable sin! My financial gang has done enough, and I will transfer the reward to your son. You can die in peace!" "

After finishing speaking, a pair of dragon and phoenix golden rings in his hands crossed like lightning, hitting Long Xiaoyun's left and right temples, whose face turned tragic.

Seeing that Long Xiaoyun was about to die under the golden ring, a pair of big hands suddenly poked out from behind him. He used Wudang's "Seventy-two-way Grappling Hand" with his left hand and Emei's "Golden Thread Wrapped Hand" with his right hand, both of which were powerful techniques. Deeper than the two true disciples who have been immersed in it all their lives.

Even Li Xunhuan was caught off guard and suffered a big loss from these hands, let alone Shangguan Fei.

Those big hands clasped his wrists firmly, and then used their strength to lift him up. He actually lifted his feet off the ground, swung him in a large circle in the air, and passed over Long Xiaoyun's head. Finally, It fell heavily to the ground, making a loud "peng" sound and stirring up a circle of flying dust.

This fall was another Shaolin's unique skill of "Big Monument Slammer", which almost broke all the bones in Shangguan Fei's body.

For a moment, everything from the back of Shangguan Fei's neck to his fingertips and toes was in pain, and he couldn't use any strength in his body, so he could only lie on the ground in a miserable state.

However, his eyes happened to be able to see Jing Wuming standing not far in front of his head. When he saw a look of pity and ridicule flashing through his dead gray eyes, he felt ashamed and angry to death for a moment.

A man in ragged clothes and unkempt face bent down and smiled at Shangguan Fei: "I'm sorry, young man, although the old madman wants to crack Long Laosi's head more than you, but before his debt to the damn master is repaid, the old man Not only does the lunatic not allow others to hurt him, but he also helps him hurt good people like Li Tanhua... Hu Bugui, Hu Bugui, you are such a heartless and unambitious thing. Change your name to Hu Wugui, and your nickname will be 'Son of a Bastard'!" When his anger reached a fever pitch, he raised his hand and slapped his ears seventeen or eight times, each blow with full force, which only left his cheeks purple and swollen. rise.

This person is none other than Hu Bugui, a prodigal man known as "Crazy Hu".

He was tall, with extremely broad shoulders. He actually had an unsheathed long sword inserted into his belt, but it was a bamboo sword cut from bamboo.

There is no one in the world who can scold the person who beats him so mercilessly. His name of "madman" is fitting.

Long Xiaoyun, who had narrowly escaped death, was frightened and looked at Shangguan Fei on the ground with a hidden evil look. He quickly changed his expression to concern and hurriedly came forward and leaned over to help Shangguan Fei up, apologizing repeatedly.

Li Xunhuan was still frozen in place at this moment. Although he couldn't turn around to look, he could still imagine Long Xiaoyun's humble state based on the voice he heard, and then remembered that the sworn brother had saved him from certain death with a silver gun. He looked so heroic at that time, and couldn't help but feel extremely sad for him.

Long Xiaoyun, who had already stood up from his chair but was still standing at the door because his father had arrived, looked at Li Xunhuan and then at Long Xiaoyun, feeling even more sad.

Although Shangguan Fei gradually regained his strength, he had lost his vigor. He just stood aside with a cold face and no longer deliberately targeted Long Xiaoyun.

Long Xiaoyun finally had time to stand in front of Li Xunhuan, with a face full of closeness and joy, tightly grasping his hands and saying, "Brother, I...I miss you so much!"

These sincere words made people like Jing Wuming, who had almost lost normal human emotions, frown slightly.

Shangguan Fei, who had understood what had happened, felt even more nauseous. For the first time, he felt that this guy he could easily kill was a bit scary.

Hu Bugui made a real "vomit" sound and vomited out the undigested food and wine he had eaten in his stomach. Then his face turned pale and he said: "I can't stand it anymore. I'll listen to your pretentious words again, old madman." Even the gall water has to be vomited out, and I can’t see it without seeing it, so I can’t even walk away!”

After saying that, the people were already running towards the outside of the village as if they were running for their lives.

"It's my younger brother's fault that I worry about you."

On the other hand, Li Xunhuan looked as usual, as if Long Xiaoyun meant "I want you to die" rather than "I want you to die", and responded to the other party's words seriously.

Then, he frowned slightly and sighed: "If the eldest brother wants to see the younger brother, he only needs to say a word and a piece of paper to summon him. Why bother to mobilize so many troops? At this stage, some things are no longer the younger brother's decision."

When Long Xiaoyun heard the last sentence, his heart skipped a beat, and he had a terrifying thought: "The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind!"

As if to prove his idea, a person suddenly appeared on the roof due to the south. The bright moon, which had parted from the dark clouds and revealed its bright face, cast its radiance on his straight back, projecting a long line of light on the ground. Long silhouette.

Jing Wuming was the first to notice the existence of this person. He just glanced at it, and when he saw the strange-shaped long sword that looked like a rusty black iron drill inserted diagonally on his belt, he immediately called out the name of this person he had never met before. :"hooligan!"

(End of this chapter)