Lu Yingfeng was over, and before he went to bed, he was sitting at his desk, looking at the strange book of business called "Tao Gong's Business Collection" with great interest.

"Those who do business have the first priority, and the so-called no profit can not be ...... sooner"

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Feng Xiaohan looked at the old beggar, tilted his neck and asked, "What can you give me?" ”

The old beggar thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I am a beggar, and there are only these two old objects left in my body. ”

The old beggar shook the broken bowl and bamboo stick in his hand and said, "Do you want this?"

Feng Xiaohan shook his head and said, "I already have a sword, what's the use of asking you for these two things, and are there any others?"

The old beggar looked at the sword in his hand, sneered in his heart, and said in his heart: "It's a joke that the little old man of Chixia Peak actually forged such a tattered sword with such a good material. ”

The sword in Feng Xiaohan's hand seemed to sense the other party's disdain, and let out a buzzing sound, as if he was angry.

The old beggar raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in his heart: "Look at this sword blade, it should not have experienced the nourishment of blood donation, it is obviously newly cast, how can it have such spirituality?"

This sword has the ingredient of meteoric iron outside the sky, which is incomparable, and it seems to have attributes that can fit with the Great Dao, and it is born with a spirit, so it is precious.

But Chixia Peak has always spared no expense in the casting of rare materials, this time Guan Changkong cast the sword with half a tael of meteorite iron components, but the sword body is not flat It is a pity, and at the moment when the sword is forged, he will let out that sigh of slight disappointment.

The cold iron of the Tianshan Mountains is sharp and pressing, and the pure gold weapon is boundless, and the meteorite iron is cast as a sword, the sword has its own spirituality, and it likes to kill the most.

Feng Xiaohan has been fighting and killing the unscrupulous demon beasts in the wilderness since he was a child, and this sword felt the arrogance of the master, so he was naturally convinced, and he would take the initiative to come to his hands in the sword forest.

It's just that neither of them knows the whole truth about these things.

The old beggar frowned and asked, "Since I don't look down on my broken bowl and bamboo stick, then I only have this ability left, although I can't compare to your master, but it can be regarded as a small achievement." ”

The old beggar waved one hand, and an extremely ethereal palm force was stimulated, and he rushed into the bamboo forest and hit a green bamboo.

The green bamboo withered at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the originally pleasant green color also turned yellow, as if it had aged for decades in an instant.

The next moment, the evening breeze caressed and actually blew down the green bamboo, which turned into dust and dispersed before it hit the ground.

He is one of the twelve geniuses of Changming, his cultivation back then was only under Lou Qianshan, if that incident hadn't happened, his cultivation would have only grown into a small realm in the past fifty years, otherwise even Chen Feng would not dare to say that he could surpass him today.

Feng Xiaohan looked at this scene, Wan Yan's divine power had already been deduced, and countless ways to cast it had been derived, but without exception, none of them were available to him now.

Because this is a gap in the realm, it is not an esoteric method that can be performed at will by experiencing it firsthand.

"How about my heart-wrenching palm?"

The old beggar smiled lightly, thinking that the other party would be succumbed to his powerful means, but he didn't expect Feng Xiaohan to just smile disdainfully.

Feng Xiaohan looked at him with a slight sneer, and said: "Heart-destroying palm? It is indeed a wonderful method to break people's hearts, but my master has already passed on my heart-destroying sword, and it is useless to come to this heart-destroying palm, and the palm power is so fast, it is extremely difficult to hit people, what is the use of learning?"

"You ......"

The old beggar almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, but his most magical Dao method was flattened by a small Hualing realm, which was worthless.

He pointed at the tip of Feng Xiaohan's nose with a trembling finger, gritted his teeth and said: "You know a fart! Lao Tzu's heart-wrenching palm is even applauded by my uncle, and even the top masters in the world can hardly comprehend one or two. ”

Feng Xiaohan saw that his eyes were wide with anger, and he was so angry that his beard stood up, it seemed that he was really angry, so he tilted his neck and said, "What else do you have to do, show it all and take a look." ”

"You think this is a show, and you say that you can take it out and take it out. ”

The old beggar's eyes were dark, and he almost fainted, if it weren't for the emptiness of the dantian at this time, he really wanted to slap the little thief in front of him with one palm.

He personally came to protect him, but he was still disliked, and he asked himself to show his skills, he meant that he was recruiting bodyguards?

The old beggar had a calm face and asked, "What do you want, tell me a way to come out, my husband and I am also a temperamental person, and I am in a hurry, so it's a big deal that I will go down the mountain and beg for another fifty years." ”

Feng Xiaohan thought about it, and suddenly remembered the words he had seen in a certain book, so he asked with a smile, "Have you ever heard of doglegs?"

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"He is such a high-minded and arrogant person, how can he actually beg for a living under the mountain?"

Yuhong didn't believe it at all, and said, "Besides, I've been on Changming Mountain, why didn't I know about it?"

Lou Qianshan looked at her and said, "Senior Sister Yuhong, how many years have you not come down the mountain?"

Yuhong fell silent.

In these years, except for going to other sects for exchanges, or going overseas to participate in the Panlong Conference, I really haven't gone down the mountain, let alone go to the town under the mountain.

"Then why haven't I even heard of it?"

Yuhong frowned and asked, "Those disciples and elders who often go down the mountain should always bump into him." ”

Lou Qianshan shook his head and said seriously: "You also know his ability, even if it has been difficult to make progress in cultivation in the past fifty years, but he doesn't want to be discovered, I know who can find him except for my uncle?"

Yuhong was silent for a while, her eyes were red, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

"Don't you want to come to me to explain even if you're a beggar?"

Lou Qianshan patted her on the shoulder and said, "As long as he can complete this mission, he can return to the mountain." ”

"What mission? Is it dangerous?"

"This task is easy to say, difficult to say is not easy, but there is absolutely no danger, it only depends on whether his intelligence has declined with the past fifty years. ”

Lou Qianshan smiled and said, "I believe in his ability to adapt to changes, and this task is definitely suitable for him." ”

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"Have you ever heard of doglegs?"

Feng Xiaohan smiled and asked, "I need a dogleg." ”

The old beggar took a deep breath, resisted the desire to beat him to death with a bamboo stick, and turned his head to go down the hill with his neck twisted.

Feng Xiaohan said: "Why are you leaving, don't you want to teach me to be a man, and then strive to come back and grow bright?"

The old beggar turned his head and said, "That can't be your dog's leg." ”

Feng Xiaohan shrugged, Lu Yingfeng had taught him how to bargain with the vendors in the market.

When the other party does not accept the price he offers, he decisively turns around and leaves, so that the vendors will definitely stop themselves and reluctantly accept the price.

Feng Xiaohan is now the buyer, and the old beggar is the vendor.

Feng Xiaohan made his own conditions, and since the other party didn't accept it, of course he turned around and left.

The old beggar who walked far away thought to himself, "This wild boy still doesn't stop me, don't you really want me to be such a super bodyguard?"

The old beggar turned his head to look, only to see that Feng Xiaohan's back had become a small black dot in the night, and suddenly there was already one, and he said in his heart: "This little king and eight lambs, he actually left with a bull's head!

The old beggar is also a master of several shots in the world, he was high-spirited and swept the people of the same generation, who in the Tang Dynasty would not give a thumbs up when he heard Cui Weiming's name?

What is most admired by people of the same generation is his arrogance, which can be described as a proud and arrogant bones, who is afraid of death, smiling at the wind and clouds?

The old beggar snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and shouted angrily.

"I'm not good at being your dog's leg!"