If it weren't for Xiong Cao's shouting, the little carpenter would never have guessed that the old Taoist priest who carried dung and watered vegetables and made bamboo baskets was the famous Han Baojian, a green forest tycoon who was once as famous as his grandfather Nalan Xiaoshan.

Because that person's aura was restrained, but he was no different from an ordinary person, and he couldn't see any signs of a cultivator at all.

Therefore, this person also confirmed the little carpenter's previous guess.

Han Baojian is a top master who has cultivated to the realm of returning to the truth, and such a person actually chose to stay in this mountain temple and help Cheng Lanting watch the gate......

What kind of relationship does this have to be to be like this?

Just when the little carpenter was surprised, the battle at the gate of the Sansheng Temple had already begun.

Xiong Cao raised the knife, and rushed to Han Baojian, who was dressed as an old Taoist, with an arrow step, the long knife was raised in the air, and after drawing a perfect arc, the waist exerted force, and suddenly twisted, and then the Xueliang long knife was like lightning, slashing towards Han Baojian's neck.

The autumn wind sweeps.

"Suppression of Qianling Knife Method" is the Miao family knife method, and Xiong Cao is the famous Miao family knife master, this Miao family knife method is from the geography of mountains and rivers, birds and beasts in the natural way of imitation and evolution, pay attention to a strong and fierce.

However, the trick of "autumn wind sweeping" is full of artistic conception, because the autumn wind is not as cold and frosty as winter, but it is hunting and blowing, which makes people have a feeling of flowing clouds and flowing water, and going with the flow......

The little carpenter saw Xiong Cao's starting hand and rushing forward slash from a distance, and immediately felt that it had been a decade or two, but the knife skills of this Miao family swordsman were more fierce and domineering, skilled, and murderous, a little more evil.

However, such growth is nothing in the eyes of the little carpenter.

He has seen too many masters, not to mention the top ones, the bear grass at the moment, and even the vacuum collection of the Japanese Iai's sword flow can't be compared.

A person's talent is limited, and the circumstances are also different, which makes the bear grass many years ago need to be looked up to by the little carpenter, and now it is ...... But things are no longer human.

Therefore, the focus of the little carpenter's attention fell on Han Baojian, the old Taoist who carried dung and watered the ground.

Why is this old man tied with his grandfather Nalan Xiaoshan?

Soon, Han Baojian told the little carpenter with practical actions why people would juxtapose "North Mountain, South Hugjian".

I saw that the old Taoist priest took a bamboo strip thinner than a finger in his hand, shook it slightly, and the thin bamboo strip with a large arc was straightened in an instant, and then collided with Xiong Cao's long knife that seemed to have the momentum of wind and thunder.

On one side was a flexible bamboo strip used to weave baskets, and on the other side was a long sharp and hard knife, but the result of the two colliding was that Xiong Grass stumbled back a few steps.

And Han Baojian not only did not retreat, but took a few quick steps, shaking the bamboo strip in his hand like a poisonous snake, and swam towards Xiong Cao's neck.

Xiong Cao also fought back at the moment, but his sword skills were fierce and fierce, but the bamboo strips in Han Baojian's hand were even more powerful, and there seemed to be great strength on it, and every impact ended in Xiong Cao's loss.

Not only that, Han Baojian seemed to have deliberately humiliated Xiong Cao, and the bamboo strip turned into thousands of shadows.

It cut countless bloody wounds on Xiong Cao's face, body, and arms, making Xiong Cao can't help but scream, and it looks extremely painful......

The difference in strength between the two sides is too big, so that Xiong Cao fell into an absolute disadvantage as soon as he came up, but Han Baojian was like a cat playing with mice, constantly giving Xiong Cao hope and making him think that he could win, so he fought hard and fell into the abyss again and again......

The little carpenter was watching the battle in the forest not far away, and he could see that if Han Baojian wanted to, Xiong Cao would have died ten thousand times a long time ago.

The reason why this guy is like this is probably because of ......

Boring, right?

Xiong Cao sees him as a great enemy, and he just sees Xiong Cao as a plaything to pass the time.

Thinking of this, the little carpenter subconsciously put his hand into his arms.

He was hesitating whether to go up and help.

Although there is not much affection between him and Xiong Cao, Xiong Cao has taught him sword techniques after all, and with this relationship, he can't stand by and watch him being played by Han Baojian and finally playing to death.

But the little carpenter had no confidence in whether he could defeat Han Baojian.

After all, Han Baojian didn't show much power, and no one knew how powerful it was.

And he took the initiative to disperse the dragon vein qi before, although he allowed himself to be reborn and complete the sublimation, but the disadvantage was that in a short period of time, he couldn't be promoted to the original peak.

Without the blessing of one-third of the dragon vein qi of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the little carpenter was still a little weak after all.

And Han Baojian is not just the only enemy.

Under the mountain temple, there was also a cultivator madman Cheng Lanting, and his subordinates who didn't know how many.

Even the entire mountain temple is the other party's territory, if there is a mysterious mechanism, it is very likely that Qu Menghu's plan will be ruined at that time......

Just as the little carpenter hesitated, the battle over there was over.

Han Baojian finally lost his patience, but the bamboo strip in his hand softened, and it whipped Xiong Cao's body like a whip.

And this time he obviously used enough strength, unlike the previous flowery shelf, Xiong Cao was no longer able to carry it, and fell directly to the ground.

The fallen bear grass was exhausted, but he still scolded loudly, and said it very ugly.

Obviously, he knew that the battle had been lost, and that the best outcome would be death.

Rapid death, for him, is the only thing he is looking forward to.

But Han Baojian obviously didn't give him a chance, but said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's so easy to let you die, wouldn't it be boring for me in the next few days?" Well, I've just made up a bamboo cage, put you in it for a while, and then stuff some flowers on it, and sprinkle some honey, it will definitely attract a lot of mosquitoes and ants, and if I can sleep with your screams tonight, I will definitely get a good night's sleep - you know, as long as people get older, no matter how strong their cultivation is, they will always have insomnia, this is very difficult, if your screams can help you sleep, I think I will think about your ...... in the future"

After saying this, he reached over, tied the bear grass directly, put it into the bamboo basket that had just been braided, and then buckled it, and hung the bear grass along with the basket on a crooked-necked tree next to the vegetable patch.

The vegetable patch under the tree, this afternoon, has just been watered with manure, and the smell is particularly strong.

Then, as he said, Han Baojian went to get some flowers that attracted bees and mosquitoes, as well as honey, and made them on the bamboo basket for a while, and then left and entered the temple.

And Xiong Cao was quite energetic at first, but later, his voice did get quieter and quieter......

He knew that Han Baojian would not kill him immediately, but would torture him slowly.

It's going to be a long time......

The little carpenter kept a cold eye on the bystanders and didn't make any moves, and after Han Baojian turned around and entered the temple, he also turned around and left.

He went downhill and returned to the previous meeting place, found Qu Feng and Xiao Wu, and explained the current situation to the two of them.

Qu Menghu followed the previous group into the mountain temple, but the one guarding the door was the famous Han Baojian.

How powerful is this person?

The little carpenter didn't know what to say to them.

This was the case, and as for what to do next, the little carpenter could not tell them much.

He came here just to inform him, because he might have to rescue Xiong Cao next, and this process was extremely dangerous, and it was likely to alarm Han Baojian.

And if he holds the sword to Shanghan, whether he is dead or alive, he can't be sure of this.

After all, the other party is a top bull on the same level as Nalan Xiaoshan.

This is extremely dangerous, but the little carpenter still can't avoid it.

It's not just for bear grass.

As I said before, he didn't have much affection for Xiong Cao, the enlightened swordsman who taught him swordsmanship.

The reason why he wants to go is for himself.

Or rather, for his grandfather Nalan Xiaoshan.

He wanted to see, why was that man on a par with his grandfather?

After speaking, both Qu Feng and Xiao Wu just said "be careful" to the little carpenter, and didn't say anything.

They obviously know how heavy the words "Han Hugjian" are.

It's so heavy that it's scary.

And when the little carpenter had finished explaining this, he went into the mountains again.

At this time, the sky was already darker, the moon did not come out, and the mountains were dark, but fortunately, the little carpenter had five senses, so he did not feel anything wrong in this darkness.

He soon came to the vicinity of the mountain temple, hid in the dark and observed for a while, and saw that there was still a bamboo cage hanging under the crooked neck tree, and the bear grass inside was also a man, so he didn't say a word.

As for Han Baojian, it seemed that he had fallen asleep, and the entire mountain temple was dark, as if he was dead.

Seeing this silent scene, the little carpenter became more cautious.

He did not act rashly, and after observing for a quarter of an hour, he touched the side, followed the shadows until he came to the vegetable patch, and then moved little by little to the crooked neck tree, and just as he was about to go over and untie the bamboo cage hanging from the tree, a large net suddenly fell from there, and came towards the little carpenter's hood.

Seeing this, the little carpenter couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The old rivers and lakes are really the old rivers and lakes.

It's time to come......