The husband was angry, and the blood was splashed five steps, but I didn't expect that kid to be young, and his methods were quite spicy, tsk, this is the style of the old way. ”

The blue-robed old man twisted his beard and smiled, not caring about the tense and oppressive atmosphere of the scene.

"Cutting his tongue at every turn, the little brother is so violent......"

The girl in green was so frightened that she stuck out her tongue, and after seeing the miserable state of the brocade-robed man in the field, she seemed to think of something, and she was so frightened that she quickly covered her mouth with her little hand.

"Han doesn't want to get his hands dirty, whoever teased and ridiculed Han just now, please slap ten mouths, otherwise you don't want to leave!"

Han Cheng's suppressed anger finally broke out, a pair of eyes swept over, and several Jianghu swordsmen couldn't help but shiver, that deep vision was colder than the cold wind in winter!

A short and strong bald man may be used to it on weekdays, but suddenly he saw that he was still a teenager doll who was crazier than him, and his face was a little unbearable.

His hands were thick, calloused, and his temples bulged high, and he was obviously a practitioner with a good horizontal practice of kung fu.

The bald man got up and left his seat, walked up to Han Cheng, raised his face, and said inwardly: "Boy, you deceive people too much!"

"Now you're starting to be indignant?" Han Cheng sneered: "When you bullied Han just now, did you consider Han's feelings?"

"Boy, arrogant! Although your martial arts are strong, we are not vegetarians!

Don't think that we are afraid of you when we used a quick sword just now, everyone is licking blood on the knife all the year round, I haven't seen any scenes, and you may not be able to catch it when you rush up!"

"Han can't catch it, you can try it. ”

Han Cheng pressed forward step by step, not giving an inch.

"Good boy, punch me!"

The bald man burst out, the muscles and muscles on his arms were knotted, and he used ten percent of his body's strength to attack directly, with sharp iron rings on his fists, and with a fierce fist style, he slammed into Han Cheng's chest.

Everyone suddenly burst into exclamations, but they didn't expect this bald man to be a ruthless character, and he would be spicy if he didn't agree with him.

"Very good! You can also eat Han's leg!"

Han Cheng's body moved, and he performed the light skill of "Floating Light and Shadow", and his true qi was infused on his feet, like a ghost, and the latter came first, and directly kicked the bald man's stomach.

The bald man was shocked, he didn't expect that kid's skills to be so fast, and he didn't have time to change his tricks halfway, so he was kicked by Han Cheng.

Han Cheng retaliated with a tooth for a tooth, and kicked the bald man's stomach fiercely, the bald man's fat body of nearly two hundred catties was like paper paste, and he was directly kicked and flew several meters away, a few rolled, and fell heavily on a table like a rag bag, and the table and the bowls and chopsticks and pans on it were directly smashed to pieces, and the vegetable juice and soup splashed all over everyone's faces.

The bald man spat out several mouthfuls of blood, so painful that he couldn't even moan, his whole body just convulsed, and he didn't seem to be alive.

"If you are not convinced, you can come up!"

Han Cheng had a cold face and looked around at everyone.

These swordsmen in the house, all of them seem to be strong on the outside, but most of them are group bullies who bully the weak and are afraid of the hard.

Although they all pulled out their weapons and blades to take precautions, they hesitated and did not dare to make a move because they were afraid of Han Cheng's martial arts.

Everyone has a ghost in their hearts, and no one wants to be the first bird.

"Since no one dares to go up, then ——, be conscious, slap your mouth!"

"Wait!"

Before Han Cheng's words fell, a young man wearing a cyan Confucian shirt and holding an iron bone fan came out of the crowd, and he was the first to open Han Cheng.

He arched his hand towards Han Cheng with a fan, and said, "Just now, Xiao Ke made a mistake for a while, and I inadvertently offended my little brother, I'm really sorry."

My father is Lu Tianyou, the owner of Aoyue Mountain Villa, and I can still eat both water and land in Jingzhou, and I hope that the little brother will give a thin noodle for the sake of his father, how about revealing it?"

"Are you trying to use your father's power to suppress me?"

Han Cheng said lightly.

"How dare you. ”

The young man in the Confucian shirt said this, and the meaning inside could not be more obvious. Seeing that Han Cheng was silent, he thought that his father's power had frightened him.

The good man didn't eat the loss in front of him, and took advantage of this kid's hesitation for a moment to quickly withdraw.

"Xiao Ke still has important things to do, so I'll leave first. After saying that, I wanted to smear oil on the soles of my feet.

"Did Han let you go?" Han Cheng said lightly.

"What do you want?"

The young man in the Confucian shirt turned his head and said with a strong sense of composure.

"Your Excellency does not want to slap your mouth...... Okay, then leave an arm!"

After saying that, he pulled out the steel sword like lightning and once again performed the 'Floating Glimpse' light skill.

Although the young man in the Confucian shirt also had a good martial arts, in the face of Han Cheng's attack, he only had time to see a blurred figure, and the next moment, the right arm holding the iron bone fan was separated from the body.

The young man in the Confucian shirt covered his wounds, endured the severe pain and ran to the place where the horse was tied outside the door, turned around, and stared at Han Cheng in the house with a pair of vicious triangular eyes, his face full of hatred and sting.

"Boy, if you insult me so much today, my father won't let you go, just wait and regret it!"

After speaking, he quickly untied the reins of the horse, no longer hesitated, stepped on the stirrups, jumped up, and rode the horse to escape.

"Look for death!"

Han Cheng's eyes were cold, his murderous intent suddenly rose, and with a slap of his spiritual finger, a wisp of invisible and qualitative qi sword shot out from the 'Guan Chong' point of the ring finger, as fast as lightning, and a breath caught up with the young man in the Confucian shirt outside the house, shooting in from his back, penetrating from the front chest, and the aftermath did not stop, and smashed a large water tank used to store water to extinguish the fire in the courtyard, and the water in the tank poured out, causing bursts of splash.

The young man in the Confucian shirt shook twice, and then fell from his horse, his eyes wide open, and he looked dead.

"Qi Sword!True Qi is released, Martial Dao Grandmaster?!"

All the swordsmen were so shocked that their eyes were about to fall to the ground, and they really couldn't believe that this little boy would be a supreme master who could release his true qi, a martial arts master.

Many people even deliberately rubbed their eyes until they were sure that they were not hallucinations, and their eyes were suddenly filled with deep fear.

Even the blue-robed old Taoist was a little surprised, and couldn't help but let out a soft "huh".

"The idea is really back, barren mountains and mountains, how could you encounter such a bad star!"

At this time, where did the swordsmen dare to have the slightest idea, in order to save their lives, all those who have played or ridiculed Han Cheng in order to save their lives, how can they still care about their faces, they have slapped themselves and crackled, lest the sincerity is not enough, so that this young man will use the topic again to play, and make the end of the same body as the young man in the Confucian shirt.

For a while, there was a crackling slap sound in the small house, and the scene was very spectacular.

After everyone slapped them, they all looked at Han Cheng with blank eyes.

Han Cheng shouted: "Those who insult others will always be humiliated." Today is just a small punishment, and next time it is in the hands of Han, it will not be so easy to speak. Get out!"

"Yes, yes, what Shaoxia said. ”

......

The faces of the swordsmen were swollen like pigs' heads, and although they broke out in a cold sweat in pain, they didn't dare to say anything cruel, let alone linger more. He scattered with his subordinates or companions and fled, and soon disappeared from Han Cheng's sight.

After only a while, the swordsmen in the house walked away, and there was still a little left, either to scare the audience, or to be self-cultivation, not afraid of Han Cheng's fierce power.

Han Cheng regained his former modesty and gentleness, and when he saw that there was some mess in the house, he called the shopkeeper of the wine shop to him, and when he saw the shopkeeper's sad face, his legs trembled, and his eyes looked at him like a beast in a flood, and he couldn't help laughing at himself in his heart.

"Things have developed to this point, it's not what Han wants to see, I'm really sorry for the store, those damaged tables, chairs and pans will be compensated by Han!

In addition, give Han a few more home-cooked side dishes, Han has been on the road for a day, and his stomach is already hungry, and the rest of the silver should be regarded as food money. After speaking, he took out dozens of taels of silver from his bosom and handed them to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper's legs trembled, and he didn't dare to accept it, so Han Cheng directly stuffed the silver into his hand.

Seeing that this murderer was full of sincerity and was not pretending to be pretending to be benevolent, the shopkeeper dared to accept the money, and his face showed a hint of joy: "Young man, please wait a moment, the meal will come soon." ”

This scene was seen by the blue-robed old man in the corner of the house, and he couldn't help nodding secretly. "Happiness and revenge without bullying the weak, there is the style of my generation of swordsmen!"

"Grandpa, that little brother is so fierce, where does he look like a swordsman. The green-clothed girl on the side pouted, looking disapproving, obviously still haunted by the previous incident.

"You little devil, you know what. ”

The blue-robed old man nodded his little granddaughter's forehead, scolded with a smile, got up and said, "The thunderstorm is already small, and the meal is almost over, the fox demon must be there, let's go." ”

The girl in green nodded and got up, and followed the old way and walked out. Before going out, he didn't forget to turn around and make a grimace towards Han Cheng.

"The liquor is newly ripe in the mountains, and the yellow chicken pecks at the autumn fat. ”

"Call the children to cook chickens and drink liquor, and the children laugh and pull people's clothes. ”

"Singing to get drunk**, dancing and setting for glory. ”

......

"Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person, haha, hahaha......"

Outside the door, the blue-robed old man was majestic, and the vigorous and powerful singing voice was accompanied by bursts of free and easy laughter.

Han Cheng sat in the room, took a sip of tea, and thought thoughtfully.