A game of cat and mouse was staged on the road, and five burly men chased one after a young man who was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way," said a man dressed differently as he ran. The person being chased was naturally Qin Feng.

Qin Feng looked back and said silently in his heart: "You still want to chase me, I was the long-distance running champion of the whole school when I was in school."

Qin Feng dodged left and right, flew over the bench on the side of the road, and passed under the table. Wherever it passes, it does not move.

A proud smile appeared at the corner of Qin Feng's mouth. He thought that the people chasing him would not be able to catch up, but when he looked back, he found those big men.

Lift the table with your hands and kick the bench away with your feet. Keep following. Qin Feng couldn't help but scold: Damn, I still bring this.

Beware of the police arresting you. When the people behind heard what Qin Feng said, someone asked: What is the boss, what is a policeman, is it very powerful?

What nonsense, you ask me, who do I ask? Don't hurry up and chase after it. Said one of the people running in front. No, how could I be so unlucky.

It's just that after eating a few bowls of noodles, do you still bring this?Qin Feng sighed and said silently. Qin Feng was already desperate, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but smile again.

It turned out that there were many people selling their arts and setting up stalls in front of them, and there were also many people watching on the street. Qin Feng accelerated and rushed forward, burrowing into the crowd.

When those people caught up, they had already found that Qin Feng was gone. It turned out that after he blended into the crowd, he ran into the alley next to him while people were not paying attention.

But he didn't stop there, he ran into the depths of the alley again, twisting left and right, for fear of being discovered.

Finally running to a safer place, he stopped. Whew—so tired. Qin Feng sat down and leaned against the wall behind him.

He was already sweating profusely, and his face was covered in beads of sweat. He exhaled heavily, as if he were afraid that the oxygen would be stolen.

It's been a long time since I've been so tired, and I've sweated so much, it seems that I will have to exercise in the future. Qin Feng said to himself.

Qin Feng looked at the sky and exhaled, wiping the beads of sweat on his face with his hands. Alas, no. Shouldn't this be a dream?

Why do I have so much sweat on my face. Smack, a crisp sound came out, and Qin Feng came up and slapped himself in the face.

It hurts. Qin Feng covered his face and gritted his teeth and said. I knew I wouldn't be so hard, it hurts. Fortunately, he didn't shout out loud, otherwise he would have been doomed if he was discovered.

No, I seem to have drawn the wrong point. There should be no pain in the dream, this kind of thing happens.

It seems that there is only one truth. It's not a dream. No, this kind of anti-heaven operation actually happened to me.

Oh my God, what the hell am I doing wrong? You're going to do this to me. No, Qin Feng looked at his hands, and then looked at various parts of his body, this is not what I looked like when I was sixteen years old, could it be that I traveled here, and there is a rejuvenation effect?

It can't be, it's absolutely impossible, it's definitely a dream. Smack-Qin Feng used his strength and slapped himself again.

Whew, okay, I was wrong, it hurts. Ever since Qin Feng slapped himself twice, he calmed down.

He sat on the ground and quietly reflected on it all. Qin Feng thought in his heart: Retro clothing, like ancient streets, is not the same as the currency used for trading, and the fresh air can be determined first of all, this should not be the original world.

Then, when I was being chased just now, I saw a lot of people carrying ancient swords and holding knives and guns.

And those stalls are all grass and stuff, and gourds. There are even people who lift dozens of pounds of boulders and huge irons.

Could it be that this is only in novels, a world that advocates martial arts? Qin Feng became excited while thinking about it, but he didn't know that when he was excited and happy, there was a person who was paying attention to him......