"If you dare to push any more or use any more energy in the house, I will definitely throw you out and feed you to the zombies, do you understand?" When he shouted at him, Han Qianqian turned back slightly and said in a cold voice.
The old white bearded Taoist frowned greatly: "No, no, I am not talking about this, the next ...... next sentence, you said you are ......"
"You are Han three thousand?"
"Is there a problem?" Han Qianqian raised an eyebrow.
Hearing these words, the anger in the white bearded old dao's eyes was instantly replaced by shock, and the whole person was even ahhh, followed by a weak body, directly soft in the hole in the wall that inlaid itself.
"Han ...... Han Qianqian, you, you are the Han Qianqian who has shaken the eight worlds?"
"As fake!" Knife twelve saw the white bearded old dao's scared pissed expression, couldn't help but coldly hum.
The white-bearded old dao's eyes struggled to lift, but unintentionally swept over Zhong Beihai who was slightly raising his head to look at him at this moment. After seeing him nod at him in acknowledgement, the white-bearded old dao's eyes suddenly lost their concentration: "This ......"
"Go back." Han Qianqian didn't bother to pay attention to him, patted Mo Yang and Blade Twelve on the shoulder, and led them, back to the side that belonged to him.
Seeing that Han Qianqian had returned, the Mystic's crowd of disciples also glared one by one at the Tiangui Palace crowd of disciples who didn't know any better on the opposite side, then each gathered together, forming a circle of people three layers inside and three layers outside.
Nodding at Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng, they were about to do their unfinished business.
Jianghu Baixiao Sheng stepped aside to reveal the corpse of Fu Mang, who was hidden behind him in protection. As Han Qianqian closed his eyes in silence, all the others also hurriedly closed their eyes and reverently performed a moment of silence for Fu Mang.
Only, while Han Qianqian's side fell into peace, the people over there made a commotion after a moment of peace.
After a moment's froth, the people of Tiangui Palace quietly rushed to drag the old white-bearded Taoist and Chen Shimin, who were encased in the wall, out of the wall.
There are times when it is easy to get in, but hard to get out. Especially after the bones of the body have almost adapted to the shape of the hole in the wall, and then to come out of it, the soreness ......
Not to mention Chen Shimin, even the white-bearded old Taoist, when he was taken out of it, that was also a painful wail.
"Yo yo, hiss!"
"My dear aunt too, it hurts, it hurts, be gentle, be gentle!"
Even though both of them were trying not to make too much noise, the surrounding area was so quiet that they couldn't suppress their pig-like voices even if they wanted to.
"Ouch, my face hurts, my face hurts, ouch, my fucking nose hurts too, lighter, lighter, you sinners, lighter."
"Holy shit, don't touch me, don't touch me, my back hurts too, my hand hurts too!"
Han Qianqian's blow was naturally not fatal to the white-bearded old Taoist, but he was also unprepared, he was concentrating on gathering Qi, but he didn't know that he would be hit by such a blow ......
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're getting into, and if it wasn't for a few of your uncles pouring in some real Qi to heal him, you'd probably still be counting ducks in your head.
The painful expression on Chen Shimin's face gradually turned into a comfortable one, and the corners of his mouth even smiled because the treatment was too good.
The white-bearded old Daoist was instantly furious: "Sinner, come here."
Originally, when the white-bearded Old Daoist group was outside the door, he heard Chen Shimin say that the people inside were there because they had some minor quarrel with him, and he was quite upset with the people inside then.
It was necessary for a small sect like theirs to protect their shortcomings.
After all, there were not many people in the sect and not many disciples, they were not qualified to be like the big sects, so they could only love their disciples more, plus the fact that the sect was small and the disciples were all their own personal disciples made the relationship better.
When he saw Han Qianqian come out to help them, the tricks he used were all bluffing tricks, but in reality they had no power whatsoever, so that's why he thought of giving Han Qianqian a bit of a show.
The first thing you need to do is to make it clear to everyone that the people of his Tiangui Palace are not something you can just mess around with.
But where did he know that he ......
He actually fucking capsized.
You say who the fuck are you not going to mess with, why are you messing with that Han Qianqian?
I am an expert of the Eight Desolate Realm, who can I play with? Who can't I play to get back on my feet?
But you don't want to mess with me, but you've messed with such a tough guy!
"Damn you, I'll kill you!"
"You're a fucking asshole!"
"Fuck, fuck!"
As Chen Shimin walked over, soon, the sound of the white-bearded old Taoist cursing in a low voice while beating people up came from over there.
A few moments later, while Han Qianqian's crowd was still silently mourning for Fu Mang, at that moment, there was movement in the Tiangui Palace next door, and the white-bearded old dao, with a few people, slowly walked over ......