"If you dare to push yourself to death or use a lot of energy in the room, I will definitely throw you out to feed the zombies. Do you understand?" When he shouted, Han Sanqian turned around slightly and said coldly.
Said loudly.
The white-bearded old man frowned: "No, no, that's not what I'm talking about. Next...next sentence, you said you are..."
"Are you Han Sanqian?"
"Is there a problem?" Han Sanqian raised his eyebrows.
Hearing this, the anger in the white-bearded old man's eyes was instantly replaced by shock. His whole body let out a cry, and then his body softened and fell directly into the hole in the wall where he was embedded.
"Han...Han Sanqian, you, are you the Han Sanqian who is so powerful in the world?"
"Replace it if it's fake!" Dao Twelve couldn't help snorting coldly when he saw the white-bearded old man's frightened expression.
The white-bearded old man struggled to raise his eyes, but inadvertently glanced at Zhong Beihai, who slightly raised his head to look at him. When he saw him nodding to himself in confirmation, the white-bearded old man's eyes suddenly lost focus: "This
…”
"Go back." Han Sanqian ignored him lazily, patted Mo Yang and Dao Twelve on the shoulders, and led them back to their own side.
Seeing that Han Sanqian was back, the disciples of the mysterious man also glared at the ungrateful Tianji Palace disciples across from them one by one, and then gathered around each other, forming a circle of people with three floors inside and three floors outside.
Bai Xiaosheng nodded to Jianghu, they wanted to do what they had not finished yet.
Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng stepped aside and revealed Fu Mang's body, which was hidden behind him. As Han Sanqian closed his eyes in silence, everyone else quickly closed their eyes and mourned Fu Mang piously.
However, Han Sanqian fell into peace here, but the people over there made some noise after a moment of peace.
After being stunned for a moment, the people in Tianji Palace quietly and quickly dragged the white-bearded old man and Chen Shimin out of the wall.
Sometimes, it is easy to go in, but very uncomfortable to come out. Especially after the bones in the body have almost adapted to the shape of the hole in the wall, it feels so sore to come out of it...
Not to mention Chen Shimin, even the old man with a white beard moaned in pain when someone took him out.
"Yo yo, hiss!"
"My dear aunt, it hurts, it hurts, be gentle, be gentle!"
Even though both of them tried not to make too much noise, the surroundings were so quiet that even if they tried to suppress their pig-killing voices, they couldn't suppress them at all.
"Ouch, my face hurts. Ouch, my fucking nose hurts too. Be gentle, be gentle. You villains, please be gentle."
"Fuck, don't touch me, don't touch me, my back hurts and my hands hurt too!"
Han Sanqian's blow was naturally not fatal to the white-bearded old man, but he was completely unprepared. He was concentrating on gathering energy, so he didn't know that someone would attack him so suddenly...
It was knocked cleanly against the wall and huge craters were created. It would be really painful for anyone!
Needless to say, Chen Shimin over there still hasn't recovered a bit. If a few uncles hadn't poured in a few qi in time to heal his injuries, he would probably still be counting ducks in his mind right now.
Woolen cloth.
Seeing Chen Shimin undergoing treatment, the painful expression on his face gradually became extremely comfortable, and even a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth because the treatment was so satisfying.
The white-bearded Taoist suddenly became furious: "Nie Zhan, come here."
Originally, when the white-bearded old Taoist and a group of people were outside the door, he heard Chen Shimin saying that the people inside were because they had some small dispute with him, and he was quite unhappy with the people inside at that time.
For a small sect like theirs, it is necessary to protect their shortcomings.
After all, there are not many people in the sect, and there are not many disciples. They are not qualified to be like the big sect, so they can only care more about their disciples. In addition, the sect is small, and the disciples are all personally inherited by themselves, so the relationship is better.
When he saw Han Sanqian come out to help them, all the tricks he used were bluffs, but in fact they were attempts at pretense without any power. Therefore, he thought over and over again to show off Han Sanqian's power.
look.
He wanted everyone to know that the people in Tianji Palace were not someone he could mess with casually.
But how do you know that he...
He fucking capsized.
You said you wouldn't mess with anyone, why did you mess with that Han Sanqian?!
I am a master of the Eight Desolations Realm, who is not playing when playing? Who can’t get back the game when playing?
But it’s a damn good thing for you not to offend me, but if you do, you’ll bring me such a difficult master!
"You're a fool, I'll beat you to death!"
"You are such a fucking liar!"
"Do it, do it!"
As Chen Shimin walked over, soon, the sound of a white-bearded old man beating someone and cursing in a low voice came from over there.
A moment later, when the three thousand people in Han were still silently mourning for Fu Mang, at this time, there was movement in the Tianji Palace next door, and the white-bearded old man came slowly over with a few people...
