Qingyang Town, a small town located in the north of Youzhou, close to the Qixia Mountains.

On Pingyao, where the field of vision is wide, Ye Han is walking on the long official road on foot, his clothes are in tatters, like a flower child.

The handsome cheeks are full of perseverance, after half a month, Ye Han has changed a lot since then, and the originally immature cheeks have also begun to become mature, compared to before, if you don't look carefully, it is difficult to recognize that this is Ye Han a month and a half ago.

In August, the sun is like a furnace, scorching the earth.

Ye Han was sweating profusely, his mouth and tongue were dry, he didn't use his spiritual power to escape the heat, not that he didn't want to, but the little flower cat didn't let him, saying that this was an experience for him and could sharpen his will.

Three hours later, Ye Han came to a town and looked at the tall city wall, on which gate hung three big characters - Qingyang Town.

Although Qingyang Town is a small town, it also has tens of thousands of people and covers an area of more than ten miles.

At this moment, in front of the gate of Qingyang Town, a team of soldiers was checking on the people entering and leaving.

At the gate of the city, at a bulletin board, there was a crowd of people, all talking and talking.

"Isn't this Ye Han of the Ye family, how can he be wanted by the Ye family?"

"Yes, he used to be a genius on the first day of Qingyang Town, but when the martial soul awakened, he actually awakened a first-level martial soul, which became the biggest joke in the history of the Ye family. ”

"Hey, you don't know this, right? It is said that this Ye Han killed the two Ye Hu brothers of the Ye family, you must know that Ye Hu has awakened a fourth-level martial spirit, but he is the treasure of the Ye family!"

"Ah! Is this really the case? No wonder the Ye family would be so wanted by Ye Han, it is estimated that the high-level members of the Ye family are vomiting blood in anger, and the two geniuses are gone..."

"The hostile forces of the Ye family will die of laughter, and it will be another bloody storm. ”

People talked about it, this news was too shocking, I didn't expect that the two geniuses of the Ye family would die and be abolished, and Ye Han was actually the murderer.

Ye Han looked at it and left with a calm face.

Staggered into Qingyang Town, pretending to be a lame beggar, the little flower cat taught him to simply disguise himself, at this moment, even if Ye Han is an old man from the Ye family and doesn't have to do his best to investigate, it is difficult to find out that this is Ye Han.

Ye Han limped down the noisy streets, and was scolded coldly by some people from time to time, but Ye Han pretended not to hear it and continued to walk.

From time to time, there will be groups of Ye family soldiers on the street, and Qingyang Town is in turmoil.

"Is the Ye family going to do everything to get rid of me now?" Ye Han lowered his head and muttered to himself, anger in his eyes.

Ye Han was angry, feeling that the Ye family was too deceitful.

Coming to a restaurant, Ye Han limped into this luxurious restaurant, looking extremely pitiful, begging for the shopkeeper.

"Okay, okay! I haven't eaten in days, so give me some alms!"

After the shopkeeper told the boss, the boss agreed to give Ye Han a meal.

The shopkeeper was holding a big bowl, which was full of food, both meat and vegetarian, Ye Han grabbed the big bowl and devoured it.

Xiao Er looked at it and shook his head, his face full of pity.

Ye Han ate hard, but his ears were not idle, listening to the conversation in the restaurant.

Ye Han, whose strength has reached the tenth level of martial arts, has extraordinary ear and eyesight, and his ears can clearly hear any sound within a range of thirty meters, even if mosquitoes are buzzing.

Ye Han wanted to hear some useful news, and the little flower cat wanted Ye Han to come to Qingyang Town to experience and sharpen himself in danger, if he couldn't even do this little thing, what kind of grand ambition would he talk about, and brag about it.

Little Flower Cat often said to Ye Han like this, Ye Han was helpless, in order to reach that height, no matter how much suffering he had, he had to endure the unbearable grinding.

Ye Han squatted on the stairs at the entrance of the restaurant, swallowing the food in the bowl, looking like he hadn't eaten for many days, but Ye Han was indeed hungry and hadn't eaten all morning.

Moreover, Ye Han is a martial artist, and he is a tenth-level martial artist, and his demand for energy is particularly large, and the energy required for an ordinary meal is enough for ordinary people to eat for several days.

"It's really fucking unlucky, why is there a flower child here?" Just as Ye Han was eating energetically, a disdainful voice came into Ye Han's ears.

Ye Han didn't hear it, and continued to eat, his anger burning.

"It's so fucking unlucky to eat, it's so disappointing, I don't have an appetite to see him like that. Ye Han ignored it, and his voice sounded again, which was even more annoying.

At this moment, Ye Han raised his head, endured the anger in his heart, looked for the source of the voice, and looked.

A young man dressed in gorgeous clothes, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a body like a ball of meat, round and fat.

Zheng looked at Ye Han with an extremely disgusted and disgusting team, his face was full of anger from the team, and his hands were on his hips.

Before Ye Han could speak, the fat man's voice sounded again, "Look at what, stinky food, see believe it or not, gouge out your eyeballs!" The fat man threatened Ye Han and pointed at Ye Han's face full of anger.

The anger in Ye Han's heart was like a volcano about to erupt, about to erupt, his hand clenched the bottom of the bowl, because of the excessive strength, the bowl was full of cracks, and suddenly with a bang, it shattered.

Seeing this, the fat man picked the corners of his eyes, took off his shoes and threw them at Ye Han, and scolded angrily in his mouth: "You still look, look at Nima's coin, I want to die!"

The shoes were bigger than the fat man's cheeks, and as soon as the shoes were taken off, a peculiar smell suddenly wafted out, and several junior brothers in the team behind him couldn't help pinching their noses, and their faces were ugly as if they had eaten.

The shoes were like cannonballs, smashing straight towards Ye Han's cheeks, with a foul smell.

At this moment, the anger of the team in Ye Han's heart could no longer be suppressed, and it exploded, and the surging anger was enough to burn this fat man.

Throwing out a pair of chopsticks in his hand, the chopsticks were like sharp arrows and directly hit the big stinky shoes, piercing the shoes, the momentum did not decrease, but it increased a little faster and went straight to the fat man.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect a lame beggar to have such skills.

"Poof!"

The fat man was surprised to win the bid, and the chopsticks with the smelly shoes went straight into his belly and went deep.

"Ah~" A howl like killing a pig sounded, and the fat man took a few steps backwards one after another, and sat on the ground with a plop.

"Ah, young master, you're fine, right?"

The little brothers behind him were suddenly startled by this sudden change, and hurriedly helped the fat man up.

The fat man wailed, looking at the chopsticks stuck in his stomach, which had been inserted into the stinky shoes of the team, his face was terrified, and he screamed.

"Ahh

The fat man touched the belly of his team, blood gushed out, his face was pale with fright, and he called the younger brother behind him, wanting to beat Ye Han to death.

It is also a pity that the fat man's team has a thick belly and thick fat, which resisted a lot of impact, and Ye Han did not kill at all, and did not think of the idea of his death, otherwise the fat man would have been a corpse a long time ago.

This fat man is just a third-level martial artist, and it seems that the meridians are narrow, and he can't operate much spiritual power, at most a little stronger than ordinary people.

The warriors who were holding the fat man looked at Ye Han one after another, and the killing intent in their eyes surged out wildly towards Ye Han.