Turning back suddenly in a strange way, the joy that Old Taoist Bai Hu had just found in the torture of food suddenly froze on his face. At this time, above the floating dust, a hand held its tip steadily, and the owner of this hand,
It was none other than Han Sanqian.
Damn it, he was clearly watching from the other side just now, why was he suddenly behind him?!
And, most importantly, someone with a higher level of cultivation than himself didn’t notice it at all?
However, no matter how many things there were, his weapon had been taken away and he had to get it back no matter what. The old white-bearded Dao gritted his teeth and desperately tried to pull it towards him.
But no matter how hard he tried, even though the old face under the white beard and white eyebrows was flushed, the fly whisk held by Han Sanqian did not move at all.
"Let go, let me go, you despicable kid, let go and fight if you dare." When people are angry and angry, they will always say stupid things, and this has nothing to do with their age.
Isn't it nonsense to want to fight with others when you can't even pull your own weapon out of someone else's hand?
"Okay." Han Sanqian suddenly smiled, then relaxed his hand and let go of his whisk.
The white-bearded old man who was exerting himself like crazy never expected that Han Sanqian would let go so happily and suddenly. The effect of inertia directly caused him to roll on the ground.
"Hahahahaha!"
Almost at the same time, everyone in the hall burst into laughter like thunder. The disciples of Tianji Palace looked embarrassed. Zhong Beihai even turned his head away, showing no shame at all.
"I want it, but you can't hold it, so what's the use?" Han Sanqian smiled slightly, fell from the ground, and then walked a few steps in front of Dao Twelve to check the scars on his arm.
Dao Twelve lowered his head guiltily for a moment: "Three thousand, I'm sorry, I've embarrassed you."
"I didn't take good care of you." Han Sanqian smiled softly, then patted Dao Twelve on the shoulder: "I'll teach you later!"
When Dao Twelve heard this, he nodded happily: "Okay."
"It doesn't have to be very useful. At least if you see an old man like this fall down in the future, you can help him." After Han Sanqian finished speaking, he looked at the white-bearded old man on the ground and said calmly.
Upon hearing Han Sanqian's words, the people of the Mysterious Alliance burst into laughter again. It was true that he taught the Twelve Swordsmen, but at the same time, it was also true to make fun of the old man.
The white-bearded old man struggled to get up from the ground. He was covered in dust and weeds. He blew his beard and glared angrily. He pointed at Han Sanqian and cursed angrily: "You shameless kid, how dare you use dirty tricks?"
"You asked me to give you the thing, so how can it be called a dirty trick?" Han Sanqian said disdainfully. At the same time, he glanced at the white-bearded old man and said disdainfully: "Don't you want to let go and fight? Come on."
"You are pretending to be a ghost in front of me. Do you think I am afraid of you?" The white-bearded old man shouted angrily, and his energy suddenly became strong again, and a green light shone faintly on his whole body.
"That's it?" Han Sanqian smiled coldly, and opened his energy at the same time, and a strong mixture of black energy and golden light suddenly surged out of his body!
There is no harm without comparison. If you simply look at the green color on the white-bearded old man, it is indeed scary enough, but compared with Han Sanqian...
"This is so fucking weak." Zhong Beihai covered his face, the expression on his face made him want to fucking laugh, but that was his senior brother, so he couldn't laugh at all.
The white-bearded old man also saw this, and in an instant, most of his momentum was gone, but he soon regained his composure. It was empty, it was all fucking empty.
Just like when he helped them fight those zombies, this guy did this and that, but the result was that the thunder was loud and the raindrops were light. Besides, what ability can a young man have?
But it's all bluffing stuff, and it's okay to deceive people outside. But trying to deceive a master like him, isn't this pure bullshit?!
"A master from the Eight Desolations Realm is a bit interesting." Han Sanqian smiled softly, quite acknowledging the strength of this shameless old man.
"Boy, I have a sharp eye, but now I realize that it's too late. Because you pissed me off, kid." As soon as the voice fell, a green stream of light flashed on the fly whisk, and then it suddenly moved towards Han Sanqian.
Attack.
With the flick of the whisk, the surrounding air was slightly turbulent driven by the huge force above, and sand and rocks were flying on the ground.
The masters of the Eight Desolations are indeed extraordinary, they are extremely powerful when they strike.
"Fuck him, kill him."
The confidence of the disciples of Tianji Palace was rekindled by the outburst of the white-bearded Taoist.
but……
"Crack!"
Suddenly, just when they were about to raise their arms and shout, the whisk instantly hit Han Sanqian's arm.
However, after the photo was taken, Han Sanqian did not appear to be in the same situation as Dao Twelve. Instead, he stood on the spot and gently pressed the whisk's head on his beaten arm with his other hand.
"It's my turn." Han Sanqian smiled disdainfully.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, Han Sanqian grabbed the fly whisk and swung it suddenly. The white-bearded Taoist priest who was holding the tail felt as if his hand had been bruised, and then the whisk stick came out of his hand...
With a muffled sound...
The white-bearded veteran's nose turned red instantly...
