The Spring City Vegetable Market has been lively since early in the morning.

"Hey, boss, how do you sell this potato?"

"A piece of five pounds. ”

"A piece of five and fifty catties, you make a lot of money, I still think you are doing a loss-making business!"

As soon as the words fell, the man picked up the potatoes and smashed them directly into the peddler's face, scolding: "Sell from morning to night, you make a lot of money, and you don't fucking pay Lao Tzu management fees!"

"The management fee has already been paid to Brother Wang, and you are late. ”

"Heh," the man bared his teeth, rolled up his sleeves, revealing the green dragon tattoo, "Tell you, Wang Dong has been cleaned up yesterday, and from today onwards, I will take over all the vegetable markets within a radius of dozens of miles, understand!"

"But," said the peddler, wiping the dust from his face, "whoever takes over the money has already been paid." ”

"I think you're looking for death!"

Immediately afterwards, vegetables and fruits flew all over the sky, and the man picked up a wooden stick and smashed it directly on the vendor's head.

The other vendors in the market were all pale with fright, but they still gritted their teeth and pretended not to see anything.

Soon, the peddler's head was bleeding profusely, and when the wind blew, he fell in a pool of blood.

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"Dad!"

Han Yun woke up suddenly, sweating profusely.

"Master, I still can't suppress this demon. ”

"Well, I've seen it in your dreams. Now, it's time for you to make a choice. ”

That year, Han Yun's father was seriously injured and bedridden by bullies, and in order to cut the grass and eradicate the root cause to prevent future troubles, they set fire in the middle of the night and buried Han Yun's family in the fire.

Han Yun was fortunate to be rescued by Yuanwu Immortal Venerable, and after five hundred years of concentrating on cultivating immortals, he finally entered the realm of Mahayana. If he can succeed in crossing the tribulation this time, then Han Yun can fly to the Immortal Realm and become an Immortal Venerable.

But just now, Han Yun had already tried his best, and with the help of Master Yuanwu Immortal Venerable, he was still defeated in front of this heart demon.

"Master, I have decided to go back. ”

"You started practicing five hundred years ago, and once you go back to the beginning, your cultivation will be gone. ”

Han Yun didn't think for a moment: "I have made up my mind." ”

Before this formation began, Han Yun had already thought clearly. If he didn't get rid of this inner demon, then no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to cultivate the Immortal Realm. Only by starting with penance and filling in all regrets can it be possible to reach the pinnacle.

The three golden talismans fell, and Han Yun's Divine Yuan burned violently, and everything around him was like a passing cloud, fleeting.

After a long time, the dust settled.

The old village is wrapped in tall buildings, and a narrow alley is crammed with small carts with various signs, and seductive women in stockings and men in hard hats are constantly flowing in the alleys.

"I'm back. ”

Han Yun clenched his fist, and the power that surged so strong that it could penetrate the planet was indeed gone.

Fortunately, the memories of the past five hundred years were still there, and with the deliberate consolidation when he was leaving, the countless superior exercises of the Blue Planet seemed to be engraved in Han Yun's mind as clearly.

"Xiaoyun, come on, something happened to your father!" a thin little girl ran over out of breath.

"Sister Sasha. ”

In the previous life, there were not many people who were really good to Han Yun, especially after the death of his father, in addition to his mother, the only person who depended on Han Yun for his life was this child who was picked up by his parents - Han Sha.

"Could it be ~~"

In the last life, my father was beaten to death in the vegetable market, and it was Sister Sasha who ran back in a hurry to report the news.

When Han Yun returned this time, he wanted to rely on his own hands to keep his family safe for a lifetime, but he didn't think that this time point in time when he returned from crossing over was really providential.

Hurried to the vegetable market, my father had already collapsed in a pool of blood.

And Zhao Hong, who beat people, swaggered forward while smoking a cigarette, very chic.

"Stop. "It's not loud, but it's very penetrating.

"Who?" Zhao Hong's back was cold, and he hurriedly turned his head, and after looking around, he dared to confirm that the voice was indeed made by the hairy boy in front of him.

"Damn, Lao Tzu still thinks which party is sacred, why, dare to meddle in things, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will even kill you!"

Han Yun's face was as cold as frost: "If you kneel down, I can still let you become a waste and live in the world, if you dare to leave here today, I will let you never recover!"

"Xiaoyun. Han Sha hurriedly tugged at Han Yun's sleeve, this stupid brother may have watched too many TV series, where can these little people afford to provoke this gangster in front of him. If he had to take revenge, he would have to stab him in the heart the next time he wasn't paying attention.

"I'm grass, are you fucking looking for death?" Zhao Hong walked over directly, and slapped him without saying a word.

"Catch, catch. The vendors on the side were all dumbfounded.

A strong man who has been on the battlefield for a long time, with tattoos all over his body, and a long tiger's back and bear's waist, swung down a slap that was caught casually by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old hairy boy.

Lian Jiazi~~

Zhao Hong's heart trembled, when this guy spoke just now, he looked like the aura of his boss. Looking back, he saw that it was a hairy boy, and Zhao Hong put his heart down, but this fight, Zhao Hong immediately became confused.

Han Yun tried his best, only to hear a "crackle".

Zhao Hong was heart-rending in pain, his facial features were tightly squeezed together, and his hand was broken.

"Do you kneel or not?" Han Yun continued to ask.

"Where the hell are you practicing? Do you dare to report your fame, I promise that within three days, I will lead someone to exterminate you!"

The wrist was pushed forward, and there was another muffled sound, and the elbow was also torn like a piece of paper, and it was instantly twisted off!

At this time, Zhao Hong's thoughts in his heart had changed one hundred and eighty degrees, and he thought that this stinky boy was at most a practitioner, such as a taekwondo black belt or something. But as the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, even if you are the same person, no matter how powerful you are, can you still beat a gang?

But after his wrists and arms were easily twisted off in a row, Zhao Hong was already afraid, judging from the cruelty of this guy, this kid was very likely to be an experienced cold-blooded killer, and he blamed himself for being too stupid, and he was foolishly deceived by his appearance.

"Uncle spare your life, I kneel!"

Zhao Hong knelt on the ground, his knees alternated, and hurriedly climbed in front of Han Tian. After calling 120, he ran to the door of the vegetable market with Han Tian on his back.

The death of Wang Dong, the former boss of Spring Breeze City, is still vivid in his mind.

For professional killers, what is a living person in their eyes? I am afraid that it is cheaper than a doll, flesh and blood are cheaper than pork, and joints are more fragile than paper.

Zhao Hong didn't want to die, he just wanted to survive. The boss gave him this livelihood with protection money, which was enough for him to eat and drink spicy food, fine clothes and jade food, and live happily for the rest of his life.

"But you're still going to die. Han Yun said in his heart.

My father was also sent to the hospital that year, but he died of excessive blood loss. Zhao Hong and the others were afraid that their families would find trouble, so they simply cut the grass and eradicated the roots, and buried the Han family of four into the fire!

Zhao Hong, and the reliance behind him, these people, all have to die!

It's just that now is not the time.

What Han Yun used to deal with Zhao Hong was the primary technique left to him by Yuanwu Immortal Venerable, the Flying Flower Folding Plum Style.

This exercise is suitable for disciples who have just entered the cultivation realm, each style is yin to ruthless, and one set is enough to break the opponent's muscles and bones.

But after all, he is now a mortal in the flesh, and because of his poor family, this body is still malnourished. Just after forcibly exercising the exercises, Han Yun was already physically and mentally exhausted, and a mouthful of blood had reached the corners of his mouth, and he was swallowed alive by Han Yun.

With his current strength, not to mention bullets, even a machete will not be able to hold up a few knives. If Zhao Hong's dog is killed at this moment, it won't be long before the backers behind him will come to take revenge, and then not only will he take his own life, but even the relatives around him will only die even worse.

"Xiaoyun, your face is ugly, or you go home first, Dad's hand it over to me in advance. ”

If it were someone else, it would definitely ask questions, such as "Why do you have so much strength?" "Even a ruthless character like Zhao Hong is afraid of you, what is your origin?" But Sister Sasha only cares about her physical condition, this is the long-lost family affection.

"Hmm. Han Yun nodded.

However, he did not rest when he returned home, but asked his mother to pack up his things overnight and rent a new place to live.

That night, a fire broke out in the No. 95 house in Xijiao Village, and the source of the fire was the house that Han Yun and his family had rented.