The men in black didn't dare to step forward again, and they all showed timidity. Even the black-clad leader has lost his previous arrogance. The current Han Qianyu, for them, is a killing god, a god blocking a killing god, a Buddha blocking *, lawless!

Han Qianyu clicked on his toes, his body flew out, and he soon came to the front of the black-clothed leader. He raised his hand and threw a merciless punch.

"Don't!" the man in black's pupils contracted sharply, and his lips trembled slightly.

Brush!

Han Qianyu stopped his fist, and the fist wind whistled out, and the black-clothed leader was still blown back again and again, and even his hair was blown away. Fortunately, this call was timely, otherwise, the black-clothed leader would have been beaten to the point that his nose and face were swollen and he couldn't move.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Han Qianyu stared at the black-clothed leader with an indifferent face, waiting for him to give an answer.

"This hero, the small one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, if you are offended, please forgive me. ”

Speaking of this, the black-clothed leader swallowed his saliva, his eyes timid.

"Do you want me to spare you?" asked Han Qianyu.

"I also hope that the young man will open up. The black-clad leader shuddered.

"If I really let you go today, what if you rob your house and bully the poor people another day?"

"......Absolutely not," the black-clothed leader shook his head vigorously and waved his hand.

Han Qianyu glanced at the hundred-year-old behind him and said, "Senior, this matter is still up to you." ”

The hundred-year-old pondered for a moment and said, "Although they robbed the house, they only robbed some money, but they did not do anything to lose their conscience. Let's ask the villagers for their opinions. ”

"Just according to the old-timers. You go and call people, and I'll watch them. Han Qianyu nodded.

The hundred-year-old man returned to his house and found a gong and drank a small hammer.

Knock!

The hundred-year-old man struck the gong and shouted around the alley, shouting loudly the news that the robbers had been subdued.

When the villagers heard this, they all walked out of their homes with smiles on their faces.

"The hundred-year-old master has subdued the robbers, let's take a look!"

"Really?"

"Really, really!

Soon, a large crowd of people surrounded the fallen black-clothed robbers, numbering in the hundreds. They pointed at the robbers on the ground and denounced them, venting all the resentment in their hearts. Because those robbers not only plundered their property, but also caused great psychological damage to them.

"Everyone, stop!"

As soon as the hundred-year-old man spoke, the villagers stopped talking.

"The robber was subdued by this young man, and if you want to thank him, thank him. The hundred-year-old man pointed at Han Qianyu and said.

"What?"

The villagers cast an incredulous look at Han Qianyu. The hundred-year-old didn't speak, they didn't know yet, and when they said this, they found out that a man in black had his hands clasped by Han Qianyu, and there were actually three men in black kneeling in front of him.

"Who is this young man, how can he be so capable?"

"I don't know, it's really a hero out of a boy!"

Many people were secretly speechless, and some didn't believe that all this was actually done by Han Qianyu.

"Centennial, what do you say now?" suddenly one of them asked.

"Let's ask this young man how to decide?" the hundred-year-old man looked at Han Qianyu and said.

After the hundred-year-old said this, everyone looked at Han Qianyu in unison, waiting for him to make a decision.

It can be seen that the hundred-year-old still has a certain prestige in this village, so the villagers are willing to listen to him and will not make their own decisions.

Han Qianyu was stunned, and finally spoke, "Since the villagers trust me, I will tell you my opinion." ”

Hearing Han Qianyu say this, the villagers looked at him with great interest.

"Although these robbers have done many evils, they have not harmed people's lives, and their sins are not unto death, and they may have room for redemption. It's better to let them live, and you can take back all your money. ”

A group of villagers are only submissive, meaningless,

"Well, since the boy has spoken, let it be as he said. The hundred-year-old nodded in agreement.

Some villagers stepped forward, rummaged over the large baggage on the ground, and then hurried away with their possessions.

Soon, the great burden on the ground was looted.

"Less...... Shaoxia, since those things have been returned to their original owners, can you let us go?" asked the black-clothed leader.

"Yes. Han Qianyu nodded, but soon, his eyes flashed, and he said, "It's naturally okay to let you go, but I want to abolish your cultivation, lest you make waves in the future." ”

"No...... Don't~" The black-clothed leader shook his head desperately. However, before he could escape, Han Qianyu had already slammed his palm on his Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Syllable!

A sound came out, and the black-clothed leader's eyes dimmed, and he fell to his knees, his cultivation had been abolished by Han Qianyu, and he was a sincere and complete waste person from now on. For Wu Xiu, cultivation is more precious than life, and his cultivation has been abolished, and he no longer dares to do whatever he wants.

"Listen, today I will only depose your boss as a warning. If he dares to plunder again, I will spare you. Now, with you guys, how far, how far away!"

Han Qianyu's gaze swept over the black-clothed people, and his tone was quite domineering.

At this time, many black-clothed people on the ground had woken up from their coma. Seeing Han Qianyu let go of such cruel words, how dare they have the slightest intention of disobedience.

Soon, all the black-clothed people got up one after another, running in all directions, running if they could, and running on their backs if they couldn't.

Such a critical situation, just because of Han Qianyu alone, turned the danger into a disaster.

"Thank you Shaoxia for coming to the rescue!"

The villagers thanked them again and again.

Facing these gazes, Han Qianyu looked a little embarrassed.

"Alright, now that the matter has been settled, let's go back and rest. If it's too late today, it's not the right thing to say thanks. It's better to go back tomorrow at dawn for this young man. Bai Sui said to the villagers.

After saying this, the villagers also agreed, and each returned to their own homes, leaving only Han Qianyu and Baisui Ye.

At this time, Han Qianyu stared at the hundred-year-old master with curiosity, as if he had something important, but he wanted to stop talking.

"Little doll, if you have anything curious, just ask. ”

"Senior, you are also a martial artist?"

Although the vendor at the stall had told Han Qianyu that the hundred-year-old master was one of the few martial arts cultivators in the village, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, Han Qianyu was even more curious.

"yes. The hundred-year-old man sighed, and then said, "It's been fifty years...... Fifty years......"

As he spoke, tears flashed in the corners of his eyes.

Han Qianyu didn't speak, but looked at the hundred-year-old very seriously. This centenarian seems to have too many stories waiting for him to understand.

"When I was in my forties, I became obsessed with martial arts, and I wanted to become a powerful martial arts cultivator, punish evil and promote good, hoe the strong and help the weak, and become a famous hero. Not only that, but I also strictly require my two sons to practice martial arts. The village is a vast village, and from time to time it is harassed by thieves and passing martial artists. With great power comes great responsibility. Our family of three is a rare martial artist in the village. For the sake of harmony and stability in the village, my two sons and I constantly fought against thieves from all sides. One day, my sons will lose their lives because of this, and my wife will leave me with hatred. ”

After saying this, the hundred-year-old couldn't help but wipe a handful of tears.

Han Qianyu's heart trembled, it turned out that there was such a tearful story behind the hundred-year-old master, which was also worrying.

"Child, as a martial artist, have you ever been scared?" asked the hundred-year-old master.

"Don't be afraid!" Han Qianyu shook his head and replied with a firm gaze.

"It's good not to be afraid, let's go up to Youning Valley when it's dawn. The hundred-year-old said.

"Senior, do you agree with me going to Youning Valley?" Han Qianyu couldn't believe it.

"You've proven your strength, if you really want to go to the Valley of Youning, go ahead. The hundred-year-old said.

Han Qianyu nodded again and again, and said, "I hope the seniors can inform the juniors about the situation of the Dementor Forest." ”

"Come into the house and talk. The hundred-year-old said.

Han Qianyu nodded, and the two entered the house together.

At night, the hundred-year-old and Han Qianyu talked a lot about the Dementor Forest and Youning Valley.

When there was a touch of fish belly white in the east, Han Qianyu got up early. After saying goodbye to the villagers, Han Qianyu continued to go south and went to the Dementor Forest alone.

Han Qianyu rode a horse for half an hour, and finally stopped outside a dense forest.

The trees in the forest are tall and strong, and wisps of green smoke rise above the trees.

Han Qianyu swallowed his saliva and bravely led the horse into the woods.

The woods were very quiet, and there were no people to be seen, not even birds or animals. The path in the forest was very muddy, and it was covered with thorns and moss, so Han Qianyu did not ride a horse, but led the horse on foot, and every step was very cautious.

Walking to one place, Han Qianyu was trapped in a thick white mist, and a disgusting smell of rotting corpses emanated from all around. Han Qianyu covered his mouth and nose with one hand, led the horse with the other, and continued to move forward.

Rustle!

Suddenly, there was a grinding sound all around, extremely harsh.

Han Qianyu looked around and began to become vigilant.

Whoosh!

Out of nowhere, there were two sounds of breaking the air, and then the horse behind Han Qianyu took off the reins and let out a wailing sound.

When Han Qianyu turned around, he was surprised to find that two thick vines like hemp rope actually entangled the horse's two hind legs. The horse's desperate struggle, but it still couldn't withstand the pull of the vines.

"Not good!"

Han Qianyu hurriedly swept out in the direction of the horse, rubbing his palms together, and the Fire Cloud Palm quickly exerted it, shooting two fireballs towards the vines!

Whoosh!

Two fireballs roared out and struck the vines.

However, the flame had no effect on the vines. Han Qianyu's face turned pale.

When he tried to stop it, the horse had disappeared into the thick mist.

This is the Dementor Forest, where the villagers are cursed orally. Han Qianyu had only walked a short distance, and such a terrible thing had already happened.