"It's really my fault for not pulling them away." Silly Han smiled friendly and backed away, "I'm sorry, Young Master Jing, I don't want the hotel anymore, okay?"
The big man with the beard took the lead in saying "Ouch"...
Jing Yanggang frowned: "Okay, let's find a doctor to treat them, and let this matter be over."
It didn’t hurt my muscles and bones, so what’s the big deal? Han Shaer refused: “The redness and swelling will go away in two days, it’s no big deal, just think of it as a lesson to them and it will be remembered for a long time.”
Jing Yanggang didn't like to hear it: "Friend, you are a bit condescending and arrogant. How about I refuse to agree?"
You don't agree? Hey, when did you, fat guy, act like shit in front of me and Huohuo? Silly Han was displeased: "Jing Shaoxia, I gave you a meeting gift, don't push yourself too far! Let's go, let's be alone outside.
Say it!"
Jing Yanggang misinterpreted it and pulled out his long sword: "Whatever, Jing is with me!"
The 18th National People's Congress changed, and he has lost his temper! Silly Han also wanted to test his friends' martial arts. He shook his long shirt and scooped it out: "If it gets to the corner of the clothes, you win!" He turned to the upper room, not looking for a path, and was empty.
Step on the rocks and run northwest.
How could Jing Yanggang be willing to give in? He used Qinggong to catch up with the wind under his feet.
After running for more than thirty miles, the horizontal line has passed Jiannan Gate. However, I saw the long clothes fluttering in front of me, but I couldn't catch up.
"Don't run away if you have the guts, stop practicing!" Jing Yanggang was panting and said something irritating.
"Okay!" Han Shaer stopped and smiled calmly, "Young Master Jing, you must have good Qinggong skills to run such a long mountain road in three quarters of an hour!"
Damn you! Why are you so tired when you have a long way to go? Jing Yanggang was a little convinced in his heart, but he said, "You are better at Qinggong than me. I'm afraid you won't be able to do it with a real sword or a real spear!"
"Then practice!" Han Shaer looked at a small tree growing in a crack in the rocks not far away, pulled it out, cut off its branches and leaves, and held it in his hand.
Naked contempt! Jing Yanggang burst into anger, cupped his fists and said: "Jing, please teach me! Swords are ruthless, my friend, you are so lucky!" He swung his sword and took it straight -
"Just come here!" Han Shaerniu coaxed, and when his sword reached him, he stepped away.
Just when Jing Yang launches a move, a rhinoceros flicks its hoof, a scorpion swings its tail, a golden eagle explores its claws, or a spirit snake spits out a message... it catches them by surprise and attacks them unprepared!
Han Shaer jumped around to dodge, and the tree sword also fought back. It was just inches away from the opponent's sword, and it looked like it might be cut off, so he hurriedly moved away.
Jing Yanggang seemed to be very fast, but when he saw his sword hit the corner of his clothes, the corner of his clothes disappeared, like a three-year-old chasing a six-year-old. No matter how fast he was, he couldn't catch him.
After fighting for more than a hundred years, Han Shaer suddenly saw Jing Yanggang's hair glowing purple, which was a sign of rising Yin Qi. Over time, either Yin and Yang were confused, or he went crazy. He couldn't help shouting: "Pang Dun, Jade Girl's Heart Sutra can't be practiced anymore."
, life-threatening!"
Bang! Jingyang dropped his sword to the ground and was stunned. His eyes widened: "You, you, you...are you Han Shaer?"
You spilled the beans! It's impossible to take it back. Covering it up with clever words will only cover it up. There's no one else who dares to call you fat.
Jing Yang just walked over, his eyes wet: "Great! You didn't fall to death, you are saved!"
Han Shaer threw the stick and punched him: "You are alive and well!" He opened his arms and hugged each other vigorously.
"Let's go! Tell Gou Buxue to go! She will be so happy that she will go crazy looking for you." Jing Yang just grabbed his wrist and pulled him away happily.
Han Shaer stopped and said, "Fat—yes, let me call you Brother Gang! Don't worry, I have something to ask you."