Seeing Han Sanqian's sky fire and moon wheel, Old Taoist Bai Hu snorted disdainfully.
"Really?" Han Sanqian sneered sinisterly. He moved his hand, and the next second, his figure had disappeared. When he reappeared, he was holding a sword less than ten centimeters in front of the white-bearded old man.
The white-bearded old man frowned and shouted urgently. The whisk in his hand quickly turned into a knife and directly touched the tip of Han Sanqian's sword. He also took several steps back to neutralize Han Sanqian's attack.
"Yellow-haired boy, what's the point of attacking fiercely but not defending?" The white-bearded old man sneered, and immediately flipped his other hand and slapped Han Sanqian from the secret.
However, with this palm strike, the old man with white beard's sneer instantly froze on his face.
Han Sanqian's body suddenly transformed into eight golden bodies, and then retracted into his original body again, and the power of the jade sword suddenly increased again.
"What?" The white-bearded old man suddenly looked slightly shocked.
Naturally, he was very confident in developing the loophole created by Han Sanqian when he attacked, so he laughed proudly at Han Sanqian. However, when he slapped Han Sanqian with his palm, in addition to eight phantoms, the opponent did nothing.
Nothing happened?
How is this possible?!
"Old guy, you are so out of date." Han Sanqian sneered, "That's right, people with old-fashioned ideas are just frogs in the well, and they naturally like to preach."
"You are the one who only attacks and has no defense. Break it for me!"
With an angry roar, the tip of the jade sword suddenly emitted a strong light. The next second, the whisk that turned into a sword was instantly opened by the tip of the sword, and the tip of the sword directly pierced the white-bearded old man's throat!
The old man with white beard panicked, got lucky, gave up the fight, and flew back several meters away. In shock, he wiped his throat, and there was a trace of blood on his fingers!
"You!" The white-bearded old man was angry. He had lived for more than two thousand years. He had never seen any storms, and he had never encountered any dangers, but today he was almost killed by a young boy.
This is no longer a question of pain, but dignity.
Not only does he have the dignity of being more than 2,000 years old, but he also has the dignity of the entire Tianji Palace.
Han Sanqian just looked at him indifferently. Although he said nothing, but from the relief in his eyes, the white-bearded old man clearly knew that he was being looked down upon and disdained by the young man in front of him!
"It seems that I don't need to hold back. Boy, you have successfully angered me." As soon as the white-bearded old man finished speaking, his hands had already mobilized all the energy in his body.
Seeing this, Zhong Beihai, who had been pretending to be asleep and dead, could no longer pretend and shouted urgently: "Brother, no."
"Young Master Han, the master of Tianji Palace's technique is extremely powerful. If a fight breaks out, this small restaurant will collapse in an instant, and then all of us will have no place to stay." Zhong Beihai finished calling his senior brother and hurried again.
He hurriedly explained to Han Sanqian.
Han Sanqian didn't say anything. He didn't intend to cause trouble in the first place, but these people really went too far. Not only were they not grateful for the life-saving grace, but they also hurt others with their words. Even a Buddha would be angry.
However, considering everyone's safety, Han Sanqian nodded slightly.
"What? Are you scared?" Seeing that Han Sanqian was about to stop, the white-bearded old man not only did not restrain himself at all, but became even more arrogant.
Han Sanqian said nothing, glanced at Mo Yang and others, nodded, and greeted everyone back to their own territory.
But just when Han Sanqian raised his feet, the white-bearded old man spoke coldly and sarcastically, saying: "I have seen a lot of arrogant and ignorant young people, but shameless and shameless young people like you
It’s really rare for me to see such young people.”
"That's enough for you. There will be no end." Dao Twelve had such a temper that he couldn't bear the provocation of others to his brother again and again. He shouted angrily on the spot and rushed over with the knife in hand.
"Seeking death!" The white-bearded old man snorted coldly and flicked the whisk in his hand again.
Han Sanqian had just made him suffer a humiliating loss and was embarrassed in front of everyone. Now he naturally had to recover it from Han Sanqian's men. Even if his energy was fully activated, facing the rushing Dao Twelve, he directly whisked the dust
Then he hit him on the body.
"Crack!"
With Dao Twelve's cultivation level, he is no match for any unknown person present, not to mention a master like Whitebeard Lao Dao.
If it were not used to blackmail Han Sanqian, depending on their cultivation, they would not even be qualified to enter here, let alone fight with the people here.
With a flick of the whisk, Dao Twelve's arms were immediately slapped with numerous fine marks, and his body was beaten so hard that he staggered back several meters.
At this moment, everyone in Tianji Palace clenched their fists, and now they could finally vent their anger.
On the other hand, Han Sanqian on the side just stared at the situation calmly.
A trace of joy appeared on Old Taoist Bai Hu's face. The next second, another cloud of dust rose up from his hand and was thrown towards Dao Twelve.
Only this time, he suddenly found that the floating dust in the sky seemed to be caught on something, and he couldn't move it no matter how hard he pulled it...
