Duan Yanqing stood in front of Ye Erniang with crutches, with a particularly solemn expression. He regarded Chen Ang as his greatest enemy in his life. He knew just now that his martial arts skills were three points lower than Chen Ang. This failure was really a difference in strength.

When Chen Ang took action, he didn't care. After the fight, he suddenly realized that this person's martial arts were really unique and he was definitely not an opponent. After understanding this, he became interested in retreating. He said in a deep voice: "I have heard of the great shift of the universe. It is the supreme skill of the Ming Cult. It turns out that you are the current leader of the Ming Cult. I have some friendship with your former leader Fang La. Why are you so fierce?"

The Xixia side came late and did not hear the news from the north. At this time, the young man who was sending the letter was still hiding beside him, trembling, and the beggars suddenly said: It turned out to be the Ming Cult martial arts, which is really unheard of, but the lame man guessed wrongly. Not only was this man not a member of the Ming Cult, but he also chased and killed the leader of the Ming Cult for more than 300 miles.

Someone thought deeper: The Ming Cult has such martial arts, which shows that it is not a good person. Not only did this person kill them so big that they fell into pieces, but they also learned their most powerful martial arts. They are really a powerful person.

Duan Yanqing said that it was wrong. The sarcastic and ridiculed eyes of the Beggars' Sect made him feel sank, "But I guessed wrong? You are not a member of the Ming Cult?"

"You are half right, and you are considered one of the few wise people in the world." Chen Ang smiled slightly and said frankly: "The Ming Cult is located in a corner and is extremely closed. It is impossible for outsiders to find out the news within its sect. Otherwise, the great shift of the universe may not make the Murong family's transition more beautiful than before. If you know that the supreme martial arts of the Ming Cult is better than the 99% of the old man in the world."

Elder Xu next to him couldn't help but turn red when he heard this, Duan Yanqing said in a deep voice: "But I still guessed wrong. Where did you come from?"

"No matter where you are from, the world has already been determined by the changes of the Murong family. How could you get your turn to comment!" The Western Xia warrior flicked his move, pulled away from Huang Shang's hands, and appeared in front of Chen Ang in a flash.

"The ancestors of the Murong family, by just seeing the martial arts of the Ming Cult, can be transformed into their own martial arts and create a martial art that is never under the great movement of the universe. Of course, it is amazing, great." Chen Anglian used two "magnificent" to greatly polite the Murong family.

The divine light flashed in the Western Xia warrior's eyes and laughed: "With his way, he will give him his body. The seniors of the Murong family are naturally talented. How can you get the word here? You don't know where you have stolen a trace of fur, and you dare to show your ugly face in front of the heroes of the world."

"The stars are changing, and naturally wonderful." Chen Ang showed a smile on his lips. Looking at Murong Fu, who was extremely complacent in front of him, he said leisurely: "It's a pity that the world is getting better and better."

"The way of martial arts is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. I will say "Jingjue" in the hands of Murong Longcheng..."

Chen Ang looked at Murong Fu coldly and knocked into his heart one by one: "What's the point?"

Murong Fu's face changed drastically, as if he was stabbed to the point he didn't want to mention the most. He gritted his teeth and said in a sequel: "You are worthy, you are worthy..."

"I'm worthy!" Chen Ang was calm, "The world is moving, and it's in my hands to innovate, and I can naturally comment on your martial arts."

"Murong Fu!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this name. Wang Yuyan couldn't help but exclaim. Feng Boe and Bao Duan looked at the man on the field excitedly and stared at the Beggar Gang disciples who surrounded them.

Chen Ang looked at him and continued, "Although you do whatever you want and have the ambition to restore the country, it's a pity that you are great and have no talent. You forget your righteousness when you see small profits and struggle repeatedly, it will eventually be an empty dream."

"The way of martial arts is that you are broad but not dedicated; you have great ambitions, you are mediocre and struggling all day long on the edge of a misty dream. You are not as good as Qiao Feng, and you are not as good as Qiao Feng when it comes to raising the flag to rebel, you are much inferior to the Ming Cult. Apart from a false reputation, there is no place to praise. Qiao Feng is as famous as you, which really insults him."

Seeing Murong Fu's face getting darker, Chen Ang said calmly: "Your rebellious ability is not even worthy of me. You have to deal with the Ming Cult, a major problem, so that you can get the disease of scabies like yours."

"Enough!" Murong Fu shouted loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body seemed to be pulled, as if an invisible thread was lifted up his body, and a strange flash came behind Chen Ang, and used his fingertips to point at Chen Ang.

The elder of the Beggars' Sect's passing skills changed drastically, and he said in surprise: "Hun Silk Ferry!"

Everything was only in the blink of an eye, and even Duan Yanqing could not react. When he saw Murong Fu's body technique, he thought to himself: This man's martial arts skills are good, but unfortunately he is far from that official. With the sacrificial scattered silence of the South China Sea, he should be able to support two moves. I may not be as good as that person when I go with him.

Thinking of this, he also fitted and rushed forward, and came first with Murong Fu, attacking Chen Ang on the left and right. The yang finger power was exerted to the extreme, enough to burn the body of Yang Fire.

The fingers of the same gang are sharp; the fingers of the yang are thick, all of which are unparalleled fingering techniques in the world. Chen Ang felt a slight tingling feeling behind his back and on his chest. At this time, the two of them were still a few feet away, and their strength could be penetrated. It was really a terrible martial art.

Who dares to ignore these two fingering techniques in the world?

Chen Ang concentrated slightly, and his right hand stumbled over silently. He bent his elbow and led it freely, as if it was flowing in the flowing water. His hands were round and moving, and his strength was rapidly and slowly, and he was implicit and restrained. His mind, energy, form, and spirit became more harmonious.

Murong Fu felt the force of his fingers and planted in a ball of cotton, wrapped in a tough and lingering force. He kept giving instructions, and was pulled aside by the force. His fingers were wrapped around and accumulated, and he was played between Chen Ang's hands and could not explode for a long time. After a while, he had accumulated seven or eight fingers.

This is not the case with Tieguai. Duan Yanqing was sweating profusely, his hands trembled, and he could hardly hold them enough. Under the pull of that force, the force of a yang finger accumulated, and he could not help himself. Both of them were involved in martial arts instead, and they couldn't help but use their bodies, following Chen Ang's guidance and circulating their power.

There seemed to be a soft force in front of me, which was inconsistent with the two fingers, and could be moved by force and traction freely. However, whenever two people wanted to withdraw their skills, they felt empty and power ahead. The two fingers could not be emitted, and they could not be retracted, which made them feel uncomfortable.

Unconsciously, Chen Ang carefully observed several routines and figured out the magic of it. When he came to his senses, he found that Duan Yanqing and the other two were sweating profusely and were almost exhausted. Their skills were pulled by Chen Ang could no longer be controlled. As long as Chen Ang retreated slightly, they could make them bleed in their seven orifices and their internal organs burned.

The members of the Beggars' Sect were shocked and could not believe it. Looking at the two masters who were being played with applause in the audience, they could not express their shock. When they asked him to stand, they stood and asked him to dance, and they jumped, just like two puppets pulling strings, which was particularly funny.

But everyone present had no smile on their faces, and they felt silence and sorrow. Murong Fu was even more ashamed and angry, and roared shrillly in the audience: "Do you kill me or kill me!"

Wang Yuyan was watching from the side and tears almost fell. When she saw Duan Yu standing not far away, she hurriedly said: "Young Master Duan, save my cousin."

Duan Yu heard her cry and said sadly: Miss Wang is anxious for his cousin. When she gets along in another place, will she shout for me? Forget it, Miss Wang is kind in her heart. She will be anxious for him whoever is above her! What am I? She always likes her cousin.

As I thought about it, I felt that I had no business, so I simply closed my eyes and broke into the circle drawn by Chen Ang.

"Good here! Look at me giving you a big gift!" Chen Ang smiled slightly, pulled two forces around Duan Yu, and patted Duan Yu's hands, lifted Duan Yu's hands, and met the fingers of the two. The two finger forces were wrapped around Chen Ang's hands. The Beiming Divine Art sensed the internal force and activated it automatically.

The endless internal force poured into Duan Yu's body from Murong Fu and Duan Yanqing's fingertips. The Beiming Divine Art was used, and the internal force suddenly burst out, and there was no trace in an instant. Only Chen Ang noticed the essence of it. He controlled the two finger forces to slowly output, smoothly preventing Duan Yu from being injured.

It was not until Chen Ang finished learning the essence that he shook the two of them away and sent Duan Yu several feet away with a palm.

Duan Yanqing and Murong Fu were pale and dying. Duan Yanqing was fine. He was supported by Ye Erniang who had been adjusted and could barely walk. Murong Fu fell directly into the dust, feeling embarrassed, no longer as majestic as before. Abi exclaimed, pushed away the disciples of the Beggar Gang and stepped forward to help him up.

The Beggars' Sect naturally would not make things difficult for a little girl, but Murong Fu struggled, pushed Abi away from the support, and said sternly: "I don't need anyone to support me." He looked panic and said anxiously: "Where is my internal strength? Where is my internal strength?"

Abi whimpered, "Young Master!"

Murong Fu smiled at the sky, as if crazy, and pushed Abi away, "I haven't lost yet!"

Chen Ang sighed and walked slowly to Murong Fu: "You really didn't lose. If you lose the five-layer internal strength, it doesn't mean you are useless. Only by practicing hundreds of exercises can you build fine steel. Since ancient times, those who have achieved great achievements have not experienced hardships. You really look down on me in this way."

After hearing his words, Murong Fu struggled for a few moments, and finally calmed down. He sorted out his appearance and said silently: "Your Excellency won!" He also struggled to stand up, with a little more firmness on his face.

Compared to before, he felt an indescribable feeling, surging.

Chen Ang looked back at Ye Erniang and said coldly: "Shaolin Club, I hope you will appear there. No matter whether you are happy, sad, or unhappy, you will always face it calmly. Are you willing to go?"

Ye Erniang was silent for a while, and her voice was dry and asked, "But about my enemy?"

"Half a lifetime of cause and condition, half a lifetime of sorrow and joy!" Chen Ang did not answer directly.

Ye Erniang said in a deep voice: "I am willing to go." She raised her head, looked at Chen Ang with crystal clear eyes, and said calmly: "There is always a voice urging me to say I won't regret it, do you think so?"

Chen Ang did not answer her, looked around at the messy scene, slapped Hao Lian Tieshu to death with one palm, turned around and patted Duan Yu on the shoulder and said, "Criminal, it's time for us to leave!"

Duan Yu was startled and said blankly: "Where to go?"

"Follow Mr. Murong and go to Yanziwu!"
Chapter completed!