The one who exclaimed was a young man. He just lay on the wall of the Baili Restaurant, but now he flew into the streets and alleys of Luocheng. Tang Qian followed him slowly behind him. His feet seemed unlike ordinary people. He just slid the bluestone bricks on the street and could fly far away. It seemed that he ran easier.

The distance between the two was getting closer. Tang Qian could already see that the young man in front of him was so thin that he was only a layer of skin left, but his running speed was astonishingly fast, faster than those strong men.

The first one is Zuixianlou. Zuixianlou likes to make some magical things, and the art of being elegant is even better than brothels. It is a strange thing. Willow trees have been planted in the streets and alleys around Zuixianlou. The shopkeeper of Zuixianlou is named as an explanation, which is to respond to the poem "Harmony of Willows" by Meng Xingyu, the number one talented man in Luocheng.

Many branches of willow trees have grown to the ground. The willow branches move slightly.

The boy was thinking that the city was in the downtown area, and even if there were gods, it would be difficult for him to catch him when he ran in.

The young man who was running quickly was suddenly pulled at his feet, and then he fell forward. His reaction was also very fast, and his hands were about to support himself. However, his light saw the scene at his feet, and the young man was stunned.

What held his feet were the willow branches, and the boy's expression seemed to be a ghost. What's even more terrifying was that a man gradually appeared in the shade of the trees on the ground. The man's hair and beard were gray, his eyes were very small, and there was a big wart on his left face. He was very short and his back was a little hunched. The man slowly stood up from the shadow of the willow tree, and a thin hand like chicken feet grabbed the boy's shoulder.

"Boy, come with me-" Before the hunchbacked man finished speaking, Tang Qian had arrived. Tang Qian himself was tall. He came over shortly and punched the man through the body. He grabbed the boy's clothes with his other hand and pulled his feet away from the willow branches on the ground. The boy only felt that he had just blinked his eyes gently, and realized that it was not Tang Qian's hand that passed through the man, and he did not take out any internal organs from his body.

Tang Qian was just holding a gray long gown in his hand, which was the clothes of the hunchbacked man.

"Oh? It seems that I am not the only one who wants to find this kid, and it is not just me who knows the news." When the man appeared again, he leaned against the wall of a house next to him. His clothes were still in the same gray long gown. Tang Qian just turned his hand,

With his fingers, the gray long gown in his hand turned into a yellow talisman paper, which quickly turned into broken pieces.

Tang Qian sighed: "Don't trek into this muddy water in Qimen." He shook his hand: "I have something to do with this child." Tang Qian frowned and looked at his hand. There was no idea when the red silk thread was covered with red silk thread. The other end of the silk thread was in the hand of the man who described the vulgarity: "Even if I, Tang Qian, beg you, what do you think?" Tang Qian said plainly, almost begging for mercy.

The boy was very strange when he heard Tang Qian's words. This person looked very powerful, but why did he speak like this? Who are these two people? Are they gods? Does that have anything to do with what he met before...? In a flash, the boy's mind was already moving.

The man under the corner of the wall also held the red lines with his other hand, and Tang Qian sighed: "It seems that there is nothing to talk about." He let go of the boy's clothes, and the boy fell directly to the ground, but now the willow branches on the ground no longer entangled him. Tang Qian also used two hands and pulled them violently. The boy on the ground only felt a flash in front of him. The hunchbacked man had already arrived in front of Tang Qian. He jumped high and had already set up an attacking position. Tang Qian naturally had no way to punch at such a close distance, so he could only hit him with his elbow. The hunchbacked man grabbed Tang Qian's elbow with one hand, Tang Qian took half a step back, and the elbow of the other hand also hit him forward.

A person has two hands, which is a very simple truth. A hunchbacked man naturally has two hands.

So his other hand also blocked Tang Qian's elbow.

Tang Qian whistled.

A few streets and alleys, the boss of Baili Restaurant had already reported to the official. Several constables were asking Boss Li that the dead beggar in the haystack had been moved out, and the beggar's broken bowl for begging for food was thrown aside. Tang Qian's whistle was not loud, and no one could hear it clearly outside the haystack, but a big bag flew out of the haystack. The cloth wrapped outside the bag was exactly the same as the clothes Tang Qian was wearing, all of which were patched rags. No one carried the bag, but flew towards Tang Qian. [@~ABC Novel Network…Free Reading]

Boss Li shouted, "Ah." He was hit by this bag and staggered. He couldn't help but feel that today was in great trouble. He not only saw dead people, but also monsters-

"Flying sword?" The hunchbacked man smiled. The wart on the man's face was born under the left eye. When he smiled, he would be squeezed out by the wart: "That should be me faster."

The hunchbacked man actually raised a lot of heights on the ground. He was originally about to be short of Tang Qian and was only half a head taller in one breath.

A person should have only two hands.

Two more hands appeared in the hunchbacked man's gray long gown, and he suddenly punched Tang Qian in the chest. Tang Qian snorted and took a few steps back.

These two hands were born in the arms of the hunchbacked man, and they waved their hands, as if they were unhappy that they had only hit two punches just now.

The boy on one side was about to pop out his eyes.

"You punch me, it seems that there is no problem for me to give you a sword." Tang Qian sighed again: "Thank you for your hard work, please continue to click this sword."

The baggage flew.

Tang Qian's patched patchwork robe moved slightly with the breeze. His head covered with dust and mud also scattered a little because of those fists just now. It was not that ugly, and Tang Qian's eyes also brightened.

Tang Qian reached into the bag, and when he took it out, he was already holding a sword. This sword was actually a bit shabby. To be nice, it was a sword, but not nice. It was just an iron bar, or it could be said that it was a broken iron piece.

But Tang Qian's momentum was rising, and his clothes were shaking even more violently.

"Who are you?" The hunchbacked man didn't know Tang Qian, just like Tang Qian didn't know this man.

There are too many people in the world.

"Ah, my name is Tang Qian, and I don't have any font size." Tang Qian actually just handed a sword forward from the air, and the hunchbacked man disappeared.

There was no glory, no sound, and even the momentum of Tang Qian just now disappeared. He turned back to the man who said he was not a beggar and no one believed him.

"A friend gave me a nickname, which sounds ugly." Tang Qian sighed. At this moment, the boy next to him really felt that this man named Tang Qian had the loneliness of a master, and it was the same as when he sometimes eavesdropped on people telling stories under the Luohe Bridge.

Unexpectedly, Tang Qian turned around and mentioned the boy: "I just said that I scared that old guy away just now." Tang Qian shook his hand, and there was a red line on it.

Tang Qian grabbed the bag with one hand, his broken sword under his armpit, and the boy with the other hand, and ran away as if he was flying.
Chapter completed!