"This?"
Zhang Cuishan was stunned and looked lost.
One had to know that this Han Tao was a grandmaster. How could the little beggar help him?
"You…Don't mess around! This has nothing to do with you. Hurry up and leave!”
Zhang Cuishan thought for a moment and shouted, wanting to chase the little beggar away to avoid an unexpected disaster.
However, the little beggar was completely indifferent to what he said.
At this moment, Han Tao had already walked over with his sword.
With every step he took, the killing intent in his eyes grew stronger.
Seeing Han Tao getting closer and closer, the little beggar suddenly shouted,"Old beggar, if you don't do anything, your cute disciple will die!”
"Hmm?"
Zhang Cuishan and Han Tao were shocked when they heard the little beggar's words.
Before the two of them could recover from their shock, a gust of wind suddenly swept through the forest.
The wind blew past, and a figure appeared out of thin air in the open space in front of him.
This figure was an old man.
He had a rectangular face, a slight beard under his chin, and thick hands and feet.
Her clothes were patched up everywhere, but they were clean.
The old man held a green bamboo cane in his hand. It was as clear as jade, and on his back was a large gourd painted red.
When Han Tao saw the person, his eyes darkened and he shouted,"You're courting death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his frozen body suddenly shot out. He held the Netherworld Longsword in his hand and directly stabbed forward!
"Whoosh!"
In a flash, Han Tao had already arrived in front of the old beggar.
This sword strike was filled with boundless sword force and mighty Qi.
He turned into a streak of light and flew in front of the old beggar.
What was surprising was that the old beggar didn't care about it at all.
Then, he waved his hand lightly.
"Boom!"
Following the old beggar's action, a wave of air surged.
Following that, Han Tao was also sent flying.
"What?"
After stabilizing his body, Han Tao was immediately dumbstruck. The shock in his eyes had already reached an indescribable level.
As a grandmaster, he had used all his strength to strike out with his sword, but it had actually been resolved so easily by someone else.
How could he be so strong?
Just thinking about it for a moment, Han Tao couldn't help but shiver.
At the same time, Zhang Cuishan was also shocked, his expression full of disbelief.
Although he had already guessed the old beggar's identity when he appeared.
However, after witnessing the old beggar's powerful strength, he was still shocked.
Astonished, Han Tao couldn't help but size up the old beggar.
As he watched, he suddenly stopped and cupped his fists at the old beggar.
"Junior greets Senior Hong!"
Han Tao said respectfully. How could he dare to be the slightest bit impudent?
Although he had never seen the old beggar before, he knew his identity after thinking about it.
The person in front of him was the famous Sect Master of Beggar's Sect in the pugilistic world, Hong Qigong!
This Hong Qigong was a grandmaster.
In terms of status, he was comparable to Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang Sect.
Not far away, Zhang Cuishan pretended to be surprised after hearing what Han Tao said.
When the old beggar appeared, he had already guessed who he was.
With his attire and bearing, who else could it be but Hong Qigong?
His current performance was just for show.
Even if he didn't know anything else, he should be able to recognize the green stick that the old beggar was holding!
If it wasn't the Beggar's Sect Leader's token, then what was it?
Besides, Zhang Cuishan had also expected the little beggar's identity.
"Could she be…Huang Rong?"
Zhang Cuishan felt that something was strange when he met the little beggar.
However, he couldn't figure out the exact location.
Thinking back now, Zhang Cuishan understood everything.
If he was not mistaken, this little beggar should be Huang Rong, who was disguised as a man.
Thinking of this, Zhang Cuishan could not help but size up the little beggar.
Although her hair was unkempt and her face was covered in dirt, one could see that her face was fair and tender upon closer inspection.
Just as Zhang Cuishan was thinking, Hong Qigong glanced at Han Tao indifferently.
"Get lost!"
Hong Qigong shouted coldly.
"This?"
Hearing this, Han Tao was surprised. He quickly pursed his lips and explained, Senior Hong, this kid killed my three younger brothers…"
"I'll give you three breaths of time. If you're still here after three breaths, don't blame me for being impolite!”
"One!"
As he spoke, Hong Qigong started counting.
"Hehe!"
Seeing this, Han Tao was furious. Although his heart was filled with unwillingness, there was nothing he could do.
This Hong Qigong was a great grandmaster. How could he offend him?
"Zhang Cuishan, I'll remember this!”
After muttering to himself, Han Tao glared at Zhang Cuishan fiercely.
Then, how could he dare to stay? He stretched out his body and flew away.
Soon, only Zhang Cuishan and the other two were left in the forest.
"Master!"
After the silence, Huang Rong called out intimately.
This time, she did not change her voice. Instead, she used the voice of a girl.
Hong Qigong smiled and glanced at Huang Rong, asking,""Why don't you call me old beggar?”
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