As soon as Ling Han heard that the man recognized the Dry Bone Patriarch, he thought that those two were the old acquaintances of the Dry Bone Patriarch, so he said, "This Mr. Zhao, the Dry Bone Patriarch is not here!"

When Mr. Zhao heard this, his expression was a little ugly, and he said gloomily: "Where did the Dry Bone Patriarch go, take me to see him!"

Tianbao saw that Mr. Zhao's tone was very stiff, and he was a little angry in his heart, and said impatiently: "That dry bone patriarch has hands and feet, where he went, how will we know!"

Mr. Zhao heard what Tianbao meant, and his eyes widened: "Are you from the Xianjiu Clan, how can you not know where the Dry Bone Patriarch has gone?"

When Tianbao heard this, his heart was even more angry, and his eyes were also horizontal: "Am I having anything to do with you? Why do you want to tell you? Which onion and which garlic are you?"

"You!" Mr. Zhao suddenly became angry when he heard this. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ling Han saw that Tianbao was disrespectful, and he didn't want to make any extraneous branches, and at the same time, Ling Han thought that these two people didn't know each other, and these two people were embarrassed all their lives, so they didn't look like upright people at first glance, so naturally they couldn't tell them the traces of the Dry Bone Clan. If they were familiar with the Dry Bone Patriarch, they would definitely come to the door themselves.

Ling Han thought about it, and said: "The two benevolent brothers, they are just friends of the Dry Bone Patriarch, and they also came to visit the Dry Bone Patriarch, but they didn't meet it, where the Dry Bone Patriarch went, I really don't know below!"

"Hey, I'll just say it's useless for you to ask them, look at their appearance, one is crippled, the other is half-dead!" said the man next to Mr. Zhao contemptuously.

"Who do you say is crippled?" Tianbao was furious when he heard this. Ever since his feet were injured, this crippled word was the last thing Tianbao wanted to hear. On weekdays, no matter what he does, he does not consider himself a disabled person.

The man didn't take Ling Han and Tianbao in his eyes at all, ignoring the obstruction of Mr. Zhao beside him, and said in a rough voice: "What about you?"

Before Ling Han and Mr. Zhao could react, Tianbao was furious, lifted a white bone cane, and poked it towards the man's waist.

The man dared to call with Tianbao, so he was ready to start with Tianbao, and when he saw Tianbao's white bone crutch poked, the man flashed his body unhurriedly, and then stretched out a hand and accurately grabbed Tianbao's white bone cane.

Tianbao was originally angry, but when he saw that his white bone crutch was caught by the man again, he was even more angry, and hurriedly pulled the white bone crutch hard.

Naturally, the man didn't let go, and he also used to pull the white bone crutch, just wanting to snatch the crutch from Tianbao's hand.

When Mr. Zhao saw it, he hurriedly said: "Brother, let go, since they are all friends of the dry bone patriarch, don't hurt the harmony."

Ling Han also said to the man: "This brother, please let go!" Although Ling Han said politely, he had no good impression of that man in his heart. As long as the man behaved a little excessively, Ling Han couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to do it.

The man listened, the corner of his mouth smiled slightly, and the hand holding the white bone cane suddenly loosened, and he sent it to Tianbao's side.

Tianbao was already pulling hard, but at this time, the man suddenly let go, and Tianbao suddenly leaned back, and he was about to fall on his back.

Just when Tianbao was about to fall to the ground, he saw Ling Han take an arrow step, ran behind Tianbao, stretched out his hand to stop it, and supported Tianbao who was about to fall to the ground.

When the man saw that Tianbao almost fell, his heart was very happy, and there was a secret smile in the corner of his eyes, but he pretended to be concerned and said: "This brother, I will return this crutch to you, why are you so careless!"

Tianbao just gave it a try, and he already knew that this man's cultivation had at least reached the level of relaxation, and his cultivation was completely at this time, although he still remembered some of the exercises, but if he fought with this man, he would definitely not be an opponent. Although Tianbao was angry, he was embarrassed to let Ling Han make a move, so he had to be a good man and not suffer the loss in front of him.

But Ling Han was very angry in his heart, because the man treated Tianbao like this, and saw that after Ling Han helped Tianbao up, he approached the man directly, his eyes were full of anger.

The man only felt a powerful spiritual pressure emanating from Ling Han's body, and it was actually overwhelming him to breathe. He never dreamed that this unastonishing young man in front of him could actually send out spiritual pressure, knowing that this spiritual pressure could only be emitted by a master of blood-free cultivation!

The man had also secretly tested the cultivation of Ling Han and Tianbao, and noticed that the cultivation of the two of them was not high, so he dared to be so presumptuous.

Who knows, this man wanted to bully people, but he kicked the stone, and the result was not just as simple as breaking his big toe.

"This little brother, don't be angry, it's all your own people, it's a misunderstanding!" Although Mr. Zhao was not surrounded by Ling Han's spiritual pressure, when he saw the horror on the man's face, he immediately guessed that the situation was not good, and hurriedly apologized to Ling Han.

It's just that Ling Han squinted his eyes and glanced at Mr. Zhao, and a spiritual pressure immediately pressed on Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao immediately shut his mouth and didn't dare to say more. Because, a martial artist who relaxes his muscles and cultivates is not qualified to speak at all in front of a martial artist who cultivates with blood.

The man wanted to fight against Ling Han's spiritual pressure at first, but as soon as he transported his true qi to resist, he felt that Ling Han's spiritual pressure was like a mountain, pressing on his head, and the true qi he operated couldn't withstand Ling Han's spiritual pressure at all, and he was pressed to his knees when he landed, trembling like chaff, and couldn't say a word.

I can't stand it, so I'm going to do it.

The man listened, the corner of his mouth smiled slightly, and the hand holding the white bone cane suddenly loosened, and he sent it to Tianbao's side.

Tianbao was already pulling hard, but at this time, the man suddenly let go, and Tianbao suddenly leaned back, and he was about to fall on his back.

Just when Tianbao was about to fall to the ground, he saw Ling Han take an arrow step, ran behind Tianbao, stretched out his hand to stop it, and supported Tianbao who was about to fall to the ground.

When the man saw that Tianbao almost fell, his heart was very happy, and there was a secret smile in the corner of his eyes, but he pretended to be concerned and said: "This brother, I will return this crutch to you, why are you so careless!"

Tianbao just gave it a try, and he already knew that this man's cultivation had at least reached the level of relaxation, and his cultivation was completely at this time, although he still remembered some of the exercises, but if he fought with this man, he would definitely not be an opponent. Although Tianbao was angry, he was embarrassed to let Ling Han make a move, so he had to be a good man and not suffer the loss in front of him.

But Ling Han was very angry in his heart, because the man treated Tianbao like this, and saw that after Ling Han helped Tianbao up, he approached the man directly, his eyes were full of anger.

The man only felt a powerful spiritual pressure emanating from Ling Han's body, and it was actually overwhelming him to breathe. He never dreamed that this unastonishing young man in front of him could actually send out spiritual pressure, knowing that this spiritual pressure could only be emitted by a master of blood-free cultivation!

The man had also secretly tested the cultivation of Ling Han and Tianbao, and noticed that the cultivation of the two of them was not high, so he dared to be so presumptuous.

Who knows, this man wanted to bully people, but he kicked the stone, and the result was not just as simple as breaking his big toe.

"This little brother, don't be angry, it's all your own people, it's a misunderstanding!" Although Mr. Zhao was not surrounded by Ling Han's spiritual pressure, when he saw the horror on the man's face, he immediately guessed that the situation was not good, and hurriedly apologized to Ling Han.

It's just that Ling Han squinted his eyes and glanced at Mr. Zhao, and a spiritual pressure immediately pressed on Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao immediately shut his mouth and didn't dare to say more. Because, a martial artist who relaxes his muscles and cultivates is not qualified to speak at all in front of a martial artist who cultivates with blood.

The man wanted to fight against Ling Han's spiritual pressure at first, but as soon as he transported his true qi to resist, he felt that Ling Han's spiritual pressure was like a mountain, pressing on his head, and the true qi he operated couldn't withstand Ling Han's spiritual pressure at all, and he was pressed to his knees when he landed, trembling like chaff, and couldn't say a word.