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"The darkness before dawn!" Han Yi laughed at himself slightly.

"So what, in the face of absolute strength, everything is in vain!"

It was still a little early before dawn, and Han Yi didn't plan to go out, so he returned to bed again and narrowed.

Carefully meditating on the key points of the Qinglian Sword Technique, Han Yi found that some of the conditioning was not so clear, and some parts still needed to be carefully figured out by himself.

The fish is delicious but it can't get stuck in the bones, so the gains outweigh the losses.

A few hours of this meditation passed quietly.

When Han Yi woke up, the sun had already shone on his buttocks, and he couldn't help but sigh slightly, no wonder some people forgot the time as soon as they cultivated, and now it seems that it is normal, thinking about it, the so-called no nails in the mountains is not impossible.

After packing his luggage, Han Yi glanced around, put his luggage in the space ring, closed the door, and went down.

More than 20 cubic meters of space ring, no pity.

is still the same little second as before, Han Yi ordered a few dishes, and asked the chef to cook more dishes to take away, especially some cooked food, at least he can't be bitter in his cultivation.

He is tired of eating wild fruits, isn't life just for enjoyment, and now he is a big money!

But today is different, because he drank some wine, and if he doesn't drink it usually, it's not that he can't drink it, but because he's afraid of making a mistake.

"Did you hear about it, something happened yesterday?" said the bald man to his companion.

"What's going on? What's going on lately? Won't you be consoling a widow who has been caught and beaten up?"

When they heard this, they burst into laughter.

"Go, go, what a mess! I tell you, this is not a trivial matter! Do you know about yesterday's auction?" said the Great Khan mysteriously.

When everyone heard this, they were interested, and even Han Yi pricked up one ear.

"Do you know who the person who auctioned off the blood nerve?" asked the bald man.

The crowd shook their heads.

"I heard that it cost 690,000 gold coins!"

"My good man, 690,000 gold coins, how much does this cost!"

"Why haven't I heard of it?" someone wondered.

Everyone saw it with disdain.

"You are really lonely and unheard, the news spread all over Wuling County yesterday, you don't even know it! You are really powerful, you are from a foreign country!"

"Brother, go on!"

"I guess you don't know, he is the blood poisoner Wang Meng! Just last night, Wang Meng was killed, and the blood nerves were also snatched away, and the death was a miserable!"

The bald man said with a look of regret.

The others are boiling, the Blood Poison Hand Wang Meng! Who is that, it can be said that everyone in Wuling City knows the existence of everyone, although he knows that he is not a good person by listening to the name of the Blood Poison Hand, but his name is given by his enemies, and he is actually a relatively good person.

Why is it better, because Wang Meng's family was killed by thieves when he was young, so he never had a good impression of the wicked, and later Wang Meng practiced a body of exercises and returned to his hometown, specifically looking for the wicked to take revenge, no matter who it is, as long as it is a person who does evil, he sees one to kill one, and kills people for fear that he can't kill them all, and uses all kinds of brutal means to torture people, so it is an ideal to be able to die directly in his hands.

Many times he lives in Wuling City, which is his hometown, and he only kills bad people, never kills good people, often gets along with the people in the hotel, never sees him kill a good person, and solves many evil people for the fathers and villagers of Wuling City.

Hearing the bald man's words, everyone was furious.

"What. Wang Meng was killed? Who killed him?"

"Who is the other party, let's avenge him!"

"Stop making noise, be quiet!" said an old man with half-white hair.

The old man still seems to be a little dignified here, everyone gives him face, and it can be seen from hearing his words that everyone quickly quieted down.

"What are you yelling about here, and you don't let anyone else here eat!"

The old man pointed to Han Yizhi's side and said.

"Old Liu, it's not that we don't give you face, but I really can't swallow this breath!"

"That's it, Brother Wang usually sees everything in his eyes and remembers it in his heart, and besides, he treats us well, so he died, the murderer is so cruel, he doesn't even leave a whole corpse, we can't swallow it in our hearts!"

A thin man cried.

"Okay, I also know that you are uncomfortable in your heart, and it is rare that I am not uncomfortable in my heart? Everyone is the same, Wang Meng is the hero of our Wuling County, and he is also the pride of all of us. However, don't forget, Wang Meng is a master of the Huayuan Period, and there are a few of us in Wuling County who are his opponents......"

Hearing this, Han Yi didn't listen to it anymore, and after listening to it, it became a bitter love drama, and several big men in their thirties shed tears, how sensational this was.

After paying the bill, Han Yi took out the space ring and put it away under the envious eyes of others, and the previous Xiao Er had been respectfully sending Han Yi outside.

Walking down the street, occasionally looking at the surrounding scenery, and feeling the pride of another world.

It's not that Han Yi despises those tearful big men, but he feels a little sad, sometimes he really envies these people, he is bitter if he wants to cry, he laughs when he wants to laugh, at least if he leaves one day, no one will cry for himself!

Wang Meng, Han Yi, has heard of and admired this kind of jealous and hateful hero, at least in this cannibalistic world, it is difficult to have such a person.

This strong man is rampant, and the weak man's compassionate fist is king.