Yang Haoran wasted time because he had to avoid the bloody arrows sprayed by the lame Taoist. When he freed his hands, the lame Taoist had already climbed over the wall and ran away.
The speed is so fast that it makes normal people doubt their lives.
This lame old man could escape much faster than a normal person.
Yang Haoran sighed and didn't catch up. Even with the speed of the lame old man, he probably wouldn't be able to catch up.
But the only consolation is that Yang Haoran's punch just now was so strong that half of the lame old man's kung fu was wasted.
As soon as Guo Yingwei recovered from the shock, he turned around and was about to run away.
Yang Haoran kicked up a stone under his feet and hit Guo Yingwei on the back of the head. With a scream, Guo Yingwei fell to the ground.
Guo Yingtian didn't make any moves during the whole process and was completely dumbfounded.
"Hey, Lao Guo, you won't let me clean up, right? I'm not very good at this kind of thing, so you should do it."
Guo Yingtian finally woke up and apologized repeatedly.
I quickly made several calls and soon police officers came to Guo Yingwei's home and took away Guo Yingwei and all his accomplices.
When leaving, Yang Haoran took the crutch of the lame old man with him.
"It's a prodigal thing. Throw it away and sell it for scrap. It's still worth a lot of money!"
Guo Yingtian was a little speechless, but it was hard to say anything.
"Thank you Master Yang, not only for saving Xiaochuan, but also for saving my family. From now on, no matter what Master Yang has to do, I will be there without hesitation. The other thing is the incense money this time, I will transfer it to you later.
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Yang Haoran waved his hand and said: "I already gave you the incense money last time, so don't mention it again this time. After all, I am also a good person with a kind heart. Besides, it is also a matter of principle for our Xiaoxian Temple to eliminate the scum of the Taoist sect, so it doesn't matter.
Already."
Guo Yingtian originally wanted to persist, but Yang Haoran was resolute and had no choice but to drop the matter.
For Yang Haoran, last time Guo Yingtian gave him more than one million in one go, and the money would probably take a long time.
If I charge money for incense again, wouldn't I be branded as a black-hearted Taoist priest? This kind of thing must never be done.
Because Guo Yingtian was going to patrol the Yamen to testify, Yang Haoran asked him to send him back to the rental house.
Yang Haoran was quite interested in the lame old Taoist's brass crutch in his hand.
It wasn't that he really planned to sell the scraps, but that the crutch made Yang Haoran feel a little strange.
First of all, the weight is wrong. Even if it is brass, it cannot be so heavy.
Moreover, based on Yang Haoran’s many years of experience practicing swordsmanship in Xiaoxian Temple, this crutch must have been tampered with when it is swung up and down.
So before returning to the rental house, Yang Haoran went to the hardware store and bought a hacksaw and a dozen hacksaw blades.
Originally, Yang Haoran planned to buy an electric cutting machine to improve efficiency, but thinking of the murderous look in his landlady's eyes, he gave up the idea of committing suicide.
It happened that Liu Xiaocui and the other tenant were not there. After Yang Haoran returned to the room, he started working in full swing.
After a clicking sound, a good crutch broke from the gap and turned into two short sticks.
Yang Haoran took both sides in his hands and shook them. The weight of the upper half was obviously higher than that of the lower half.
After another round of work, Yang Haoran broke three saw blades and finally took out a black round stick from the crutch.