Fu Ye looked at Han Sanqian in front of him in horror. The serious expression on the mask was like the face of death, which made him panic.
The deadlock between his throat made it even more difficult for him to breathe, but no matter how hard he exerted his hands, Han Sanqian's hands remained motionless like steel pliers.
Behind Han Sanqian, there was an army of 20,000 people. But when they saw Han Sanqian suddenly appear, they couldn't help but retreat, until they retreated to a safe distance several meters away. This group of people were still frightened, especially those standing in the front row.
Even though he knew that there were tens of thousands of people behind him, his back was leaning on his comrade-in-arms.
But I still feel a chill in my back.
To them, this is the back of death!
"Let go...let me go, please, please!" He squeezed out a few words with difficulty, and Fu Ye's eyes were filled with fear of death and desire for life.
He was convinced, he was completely dissatisfied, even though he had a trace of unwillingness just now, it completely disappeared now.
He didn't even take out his hands, but someone grabbed his throat and lifted him up. What right did he have to be unwilling?
He regretted that he had provoked such a person.
I even have the idea of cuckolding him.
Now that I think about it, it's all ironic.
As soon as his hand was loosened, Mr. Fu fell to the ground. Regardless of how painful the fall was, he quickly breathed in the air.
Han Sanqian directly pulled out the jade sword and wiped the blood on Master Fu's body.
Mr. Fu didn't dare to express his anger. He was so arrogant just now, but now he is so cowardly. He was afraid that Han Sanqian would be upset and kill him with a sword.
Seeing Han Sanqian take back the jade sword, Master Fu let out a long breath.
Then, he got up directly and knelt in front of Han Sanqian: "Uncle, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't see Mount Tai. I was blind for a while and offended you. You have a lot of money. Please forgive me."
Be small."
"You mean, if I don't spare you, I will be a villain? Are you threatening me?" Han Sanqian said coldly.
As soon as he heard this, Mr. Fu kowtowed his head directly on the spot, each one hit the ground hard, and hit countless pieces of grass on his forehead. "Uncle, that's not what I meant, oh, uncle."
, please, please.”
"Young hero, Mr. Fu has done many evil things. He led the disciples of Tianding Mountain to massacre all the twelve gates and eleven palaces of our Qinglong City. If this person is not killed, it is unforgivable to be punished by heaven." At this moment, Ning Yue was standing beside him.
With the help of a disciple, he rushed over.
As soon as he arrived, the disciple of Baguio Palace knelt in front of Han Sanqian: "Disciple of Baguio Palace, thank you so much for saving your life, young hero."
Ning Yue was injured and her face looked very haggard, but she still bowed and bowed to Han Sanqian.
Han Sanqian shook his head: "You're welcome, please get up."
But as soon as he finished speaking, none of the female disciples in Baguio Palace stood up, and they all looked at Han Sanqian with embarrassed eyes.
"What's wrong?" Han Sanqianqi asked.
"us……"
"We...we just saw that when you came to help just two of you, you were also...disrespectful to the young hero."
Several female disciples were submissive and said in a very embarrassed tone.
Han Sanqian laughed: "It's okay, I won't take this little thing to heart. Besides, don't talk about you, even my own people think the same as you, help someone, am I right?"
Fu Mang was stunned when he was suddenly called by Han Sanqian. The next second, his old face turned red and he wanted to refuse, but he blurted out: "Ah, yes!"
A group of female disciples from Baguio Palace finally breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and stood up one by one under Ning Yue's nod.
"Big...big...sir, then you can forgive them for their rude words, then I..."
At this moment, Mr. Fu quickly said with a smile.
Although Han Sanqian didn't speak, he turned to look at Master Fu. Suddenly a cool melody floated into Master Fu's ears, and his whole smile suddenly froze, looking at Han Sanqian pitifully.
"Young hero, if you don't kill this man, the consequences will be endless. I ask you to do justice for heaven." Ning Yue continued at this time.
"No, uncle, don't kill me. As long as you leave a dog's life for me, I can make you a cow or a horse."
"Hmph, the head of the Sky Eagle Palace spared your life like this eighteen years ago, but what happened in the end? Isn't it because you repaid your kindness with your own vengeance!" Ning Yue said angrily.
"This... this is none of my business. It's... it's Yaoshen Pavilion. Yes, it's Yaoshen Pavilion who wants me to eradicate you. Master, this is none of my business." Master Fu explained in a panic.
But obviously, he himself didn't believe this poor excuse.
However, Han Sanqian believed it: "He is just a minion of Yaoshen Pavilion. If you kill him, someone else will take his place."
Master Fu immediately seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw: "Yes, yes, yes, sir, you are right, I am just a scapegoat."
"Okay, get out of here."
When Master Fu heard this, a golden light suddenly appeared in his eyes. He glanced at Han Sanqian uncertainly, and then tried to crawl back a few steps. Seeing that Han Sanqian still didn't react, he got up and ran down the mountain.
, while running, he looked back at Han Sanqian in a panic, fearing that Han Sanqian would suddenly take action.
But Han Sanqian didn't move, he just smiled slightly and sinisterly.
