"What does it mean?" Zheng Hong was stunned. He was about to be beaten up by a group. Will he have a good life?

Zheng Hong suddenly shivered: "You mean, we will be beaten to death by them?"

Zheng Hong felt that only this explanation could interpret Bai Ze's statement that the hard days were over.

"Since beggars are all divided, they are obviously organized. During the day, I beat them up and showed their strength, so the organization behind them will inevitably come forward, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the public and manage. Since beggars have organization, there will be bosses. As long as we control their bosses, aren't they still popular and spicy?" Wang Meng said excitedly.

"It's really! Do it! I want to eat something delicious and drink something spicy." Zheng Hong was excited, and his dirty face turned red.

"They have so many people coming, and obviously their kung fu is not very good, otherwise one or two masters can be brought. As long as we deal with these beggars, the masters will come. However, will serious masters rule beggars? Therefore, their masters should not have very high martial arts skills. Moreover, the number of people will not be large." Wang Meng said.

At this time, a group of beggars were approaching with sticks in their hands.

Huang Dali was still sleeping soundly.

"Don't worry about him so much, let's talk about it after he did it." Soon, Zheng Hong rushed out with bare hands.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to use weapons, but that they buried all the weapons outside the city.

You will be noticed when you sway through the market with weapons.

Ping Ping Pong, Zheng Hong went up and punched and kicked, and the wind and rained. He instantly knocked down more than a dozen.

The alley is not wide, and no matter how many beggars there are, they can't rush over together because there are people blocking them in front.

Wang Meng did not take action, but observed the enemy formation from behind.

There are quite a few beggars, as many as seventy or eighty.

However, they are all ordinary people, so they would not be opponents of the warrior Zheng Hong.

Within a moment, Zheng Hong was knocked down halfway, and all the beggars behind him were scared away.

"Get out! I dare to harass you again, die!" Zheng Hong exclaimed, kicked a wailing beggar at his feet and shouted.

These beggars who were beaten down got up and ran away.

"I have the urge to kill someone." Zheng Hong walked back and said.

"Will there be fewer opportunities to kill people in the future?" Wang Meng said lightly. Suddenly he looked at the sky and said, "Let's rest! There is still a battle before dawn."

"Ah? You mean, they will come back today?" Zheng Hong was shocked.

He thought that even if those beggars still want to take revenge, they will have to dawn tomorrow, right?

"It's time to come tonight, they're afraid that we will run away." Wang Meng said.

Sure enough, the darkness before dawn came, and three people walked towards the entrance of the alley.

These three people exuded the aura of ancient martial arts, but they were not powerful.

The three of them were dressed cleanly, one was tall and the other was tall and thin.

Wang Meng and Zheng Hong stood up.

However, Wang Meng stared at the old man with his eyes lit up.

"You were you who injured our Beggar Gang disciples?" The young man had beautiful eyebrows and was full of scholarly anger. At this time, his long and narrow eyes looked at Wang Meng and Zheng Hong.

"So what? Are you here to take revenge?" Zheng Hong said, and was about to meet him.

"Slow!" Wang Meng suddenly grabbed Zheng Hong.

Zheng Hong looked at Wang Meng inexplicably.

Wang Meng carried his little hands on his back, and his little face was shining brightly. He bared his neat little white teeth that were almost the same as Wang Meng's original master. He took small steps in all directions, shook one step three times, and walked to the three of them.

Wang Meng stared at the old man with gray hair and old pleated face.

The old man also stared at Wang Meng in wonder, wondering what this kid was going to do?

"Are you sick?" The old man was finally seen by Wang Meng's three eyes, the left three eyes, and the right three eyes.

"Hahaha!" Wang Meng suddenly burst into laughter, but before he could laugh a few times, Wang Meng threw himself at the old man in tears.

Bang!

The old man suddenly kicked Wang Meng away.

"Is this the lunatic?" the old man asked the middle-aged man next to him.

"No, the madman is sleeping." The middle-aged man pointed at Huang Dali, who was still sleeping and said.

Zheng Hong flashed and caught Wang Meng, furious. The secret monster Wang Meng didn't know what to do. Look at the hair? Isn't it over just starting to do it? Was he kicked?

"Kill!" Zheng Hong put down Wang Meng and rushed out.

The young man did not move, but the middle-aged man flashed to meet Zheng Hong.

The two fought together and were evenly matched.

"Grass!" Wang Meng finally took a breath, stood up, and shouted: "He can stop, otherwise I will peel you off."

No one paid attention to Wang Meng.

Zheng Hong was already anxious and regarded Wang Meng's words as wind in his ears.

He felt that Bai Ze seemed to be in a bad mood at this time.

Middle-aged people will not listen to Wang Meng's command because they are not familiar with each other!

"Master Bai? I'm fucking. Your ancestors, why don't you ask your people to stop?" Wang Meng said angrily when he saw that he was not good at it.

"Stop!" The old man suddenly whispered, and his body suddenly penetrated into the battlefield, slapped Zheng Hong and the middle-aged man away.

Afterwards, Master Chuan stared at the child walking over, and his heart was beating wildly.

"You are!" Only three people know the title of Mr. Bai. He himself, Wang Meng, and Feng Ling. As for those on the edge island, they cannot come to the ancient martial arts world.

This kid is a little boy, is it him?

"Grass! I'm your Mr. Bai! My mother and I are here too." Wang Meng cursed.

"Hahahaha! It's really you!" Master Chuan was overjoyed, spread his arms and was about to hug Wang Meng.

Bang!

Wang Meng kicked Master Hammer away with a kick.

It scared the two ancient martial arts.

Mr. Chuan smiled and crawled up: "Cao! You are still the one who refuses to suffer losses. Is this time okay? A draw!"

It is a great blessing to meet an old friend in a foreign land, let alone the ancient martial arts world? It is so rare.

Master Wang Meng picked up Wang Meng and burst into tears.

Wang Meng also cried.

"Old Bai? Why are you doing so miserable?" Wang Meng asked after crying enough.

"Xiaobai? I didn't expect you to be so miserable. You actually compete with me for a job? Hahaha..." Master Chuan laughed.

Neither of them dared to name a name, but they knew it.

"You know each other?"

At this time, Zheng Hong and the middle-aged man came over and asked almost in unison.

"My grandson!"

"My uncle!"

King Crack said, "It's a completely different direction, and it's all the same thing that makes Zheng Hong, the middle-aged and the young and the young.

"Your uncle, call me Grandpa, can you die?" Master Chuan cursed with a smile.

Wang Meng was very happy.

"My grandson loves to joke." Master Chuan explained to his two subordinates.

Master Chuan then introduced the two people he brought to Wang Meng. He pointed to the middle-aged man and said to Wang Meng: "This is the Beggars' Sect's butler."

Master Chuan pointed to the young man with a white face and said, "He is Chen Hongzhi, the master of the Beggars' Sect."

"Hello young master!" The middle-aged man and the young man quickly stepped forward to greet him.
Chapter completed!