The old beggar was on the verge of death, where could he have so much strength to run so far?

Qin Han pursed his lips, no matter how fast he was, he still didn't figure out the market compared to her.

With a kick of his legs, his toes carried spiritual power, and the wind under his feet made waves, brushing twice, turning into a phantom.

Disappeared into the corner of the market, without attracting anyone's attention.

The sky was cloudy at some point, the temperature dropped suddenly, and the north wind was blowing.

Qin Han is already more than ten miles away from the stall at the entrance of Fang City, although it is still in the city, it is no longer a bustling street market.

The eyes were full of dead weeds, and the trees were sparsely grown, very thin and short, with yellow leaves and curly branches, as if they were malnourished.

"I really believe in evil!"

I had already caught up with the beggar, so I lost it.

It seems to be a momentary thing, and it can't be said that it was a mistake in that step, but now I can't remember it, and this is simply not the most critical issue.

Shake your head, sort out your emotions, and stop thinking about it.

After a toss, her feet were already sore, and she stopped.

Thinking that the man should still be on the run, she had no intention of continuing to rest.

Isn't it just a third-level Qi refining layer? It's just a gap in one-layer cultivation, and that person is so slippery that he can't catch it.

Or is it like a mountain?

Thinking of this, he drew his flying sword, stepped forward, chose the most likely direction, and prepared to go all out to catch up.

With his hands on his chest, he pinched seven or eight tricks in a row to control the height of the sword body.

Although when I first practiced, I was able to fly the flying sword as soon as I got started, it was not all smooth sailing.

It didn't work to pinch a dozen tricks, but it took a few more exercises to stabilize my body.

Even though her understanding has surpassed ordinary people by a lot, she is still not satisfied.

Now, being able to easily control the flying sword with less than ten magic tricks makes me feel a sense of pride in my heart for no reason.

Of course, this is all based on the fact that she does not believe that she is a waste of firewood.

People who have wind spirits and thunder spirits are absolutely no problem if they are geniuses, how can they still be wastewood?

The inner belief is burning, as if all this must be added to the actions at this time to vent the emotions in the heart.

Do you want to prove yourself, or do you simply express your indignation at the injustice of the world?

Should have been like Yu Aya and Shentu Boming to be a wonderful and glamorous person, or even a better person than them?

"Shhh

A trick was wrong, a hole was made in his finger, and bright red blood bulged out, like a drop of ruby set in a shiny fingertip.

But Qin Han completely lost the mind to appreciate the scene, and hurriedly played a few more tricks to save it, so as to avoid the tilt of the flying sword in time.

Feeling the faint cool air coming from her neck, she knew that this was a spontaneous activation of Naringpei, and it seemed that there was something wrong with her mood.

Is she really jealous of Yuaya?

Maybe it started when you didn't know it, or even if you didn't even know it.

The master-servant relationship on the surface will always intentionally or unintentionally give people a higher level an inexplicable sense of superiority.

On the road of cultivation, hardships and hardships, half ninety of those who have traveled a hundred miles, those who have reached the pinnacle of cultivation, which one is Miss Jiao who wants to be served every day?

The pursuit of a leisurely state does not need to be relied upon, and there is nothing to do in order to be truly free.

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly penetrated, and his breath changed, and it seemed that the two spiritual energy vortices in the dantian had accelerated their speed again, and they kept turning happily in his body.

The flying sword under his feet also stopped shaking slightly, and moved forward steadily, shuttling over the entire city.

Wanbaofang is located directly south of Lijin City, even if it is a distance across the entire city, it is only half the distance between the Green Forest Peak and the Tongling Peak.

With her current cultivation, if she wants to penetrate the entire Lijin City, it will take less than half an hour to drive the flying sword, and it is still early in the morning, so she is not in a hurry.

He sped up a little, and his eyes scanned down from time to time like a searchlight, trying not to miss a detail.

In this way, the spiritual power was highly concentrated for a while, and finally saw a figure with a similar target!

If you want to blame the old beggar's bad character!

The whole body is stinky, and the clothes are disheveled, and everyone avoids it.

This kind of outfit was extremely eye-catching in Xiuxian Town, but he was lucky enough to bump into someone even more horizontal.

High in the sky, at the corner of a street in the north of the city.

"You old thief, don't you see Young Master Ben?"

"Smack!"

The fat man slapped the old beggar in the face.

"Bang bang!"

The two powerful Xiao Si on his side immediately stepped forward and kicked the old beggar to the ground in three or two strokes.

"Dare to bump into our young master, old thing, are you tired of being crooked!"

Another Xiao Si hurriedly continued, "Why talk to him more, just kill him and throw it to feed the dog." ”

"Hmph, bad luck, Zhang San and Li Si, this old man will be handed over to you. ”

The fat man patted the place where he had just been hit by the beggar on his body, and he was very disgusted.

Zhang San immediately stepped forward and led the beggar on the ground, and slammed a fist into his abdomen, and the iron fist the size of a casserole directly hit his skinny body, causing his hand to ache in response.

"Phew. ”

took a sip and scolded, "It's really a bad beating!"

The more pain in his hand, the more it aroused his anger and desire to beat people.

Bang bang bang!

Three more punches were thrown, and the old beggar was so angry that blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain.

Qin Han just looked at it condescendingly, and he didn't plan to make a move now.

This Zhang San is obviously an out-of-the-world martial artist, and this old beggar doesn't know what medicine is sold in the gourd.

"See what's in your arms?"

Li Si is a careful person, and he has long noticed that the old beggar is in pain on his face, but his arms are tightly covered, and he doesn't know what good treasures he is hiding.

After Li Si reminded him like this, the fat man and Zhang San also looked at it.

"Zhang San and Li Si, if any of you can take out the things in his arms, Young Master Ben will be rewarded!"

At this time, Li Si was not willing to look at it, and immediately got started and grabbed the object in the old beggar's arms.

Where is Zhang San willing to let Li Si take advantage, just now his pain can't be in vain.

Thinking so, he subconsciously made a move and pulled the old beggar's arm.

"Click!"

Qin Han couldn't help frowning, this old guy shouldn't have been shattered, right?

What's that?

What about the third-layer Qi refining cultivators who said to be good?

You can't let him just do that.

There are several tricks to play on the backhand to adjust the direction and height of the flying sword.

I heard the hoarse voice of the old beggar below, and roared angrily, "You dare!"

This momentum not only frightened the three good deeds and the fat man master and servant who were watching the excitement around them, but even Qin Han's body was slightly stagnant.