"Fancy, vulnerable!"

Seeing Han Sanqian's Tianhuo and Yuelun, the old white-hued Taoist snorted coldly.

"Is that true?" Han Sanqian sneered gloomyly, and moved his hand. The next second, his body had disappeared. When he appeared again, he was already showing up with a sword in front of the old Taoist White-bearded with less than ten centimeters.

The white-bearded old Taoist frowned and shouted urgently. The whisk in his hand quickly turned into a knife and directly pressed against Han Sanqian's sword tip. He also stepped back several steps on his feet to resolve Han Sanqian's offensive.

"The yellow-haired boy, no matter how fierce the attack is, but no defense, what's the point?" The old man in white beard sneered, and then flipped his other hand and slapped Han Sanqian secretly with one palm.

However, when the palm was slapped, the white-bearded old Taoist's sneer instantly frozen on his face.

Han Sanqian's body suddenly transformed into eight golden bodies, and then he retracted his body again, and the power of the jade sword stabbed suddenly increased again.

"What?" The old man with white beard suddenly looked slightly shocked.

He naturally developed the loopholes that Han Sanqian had when he attacked him very confidently, so he proudly laughed at Han Sanqian. However, when he slapped his palm, he had nothing to do except slap eight phantoms.

How is this possible?!

"Old thing, you're too out of date." Han Sanqian smiled coldly: "That's right, those who are old-fashioned are all frogs in the well, so they naturally like to preach."

"You are the one who only attacks, no defense, you will break it for me!"

With anger, the jade sword suddenly emitted a strong light from the tip of the sword. The next second, the whisk that transformed into a knife was instantly opened by the tip of the sword, and the tip of the sword directly stabbed into the white-bearded old Taoist's throat!

The white-bearded old Taoist was panicked and gave up the fight. He jumped back several meters away. He was still shocked and his throat was covered with blood.

"You!" The old white-bearded Taoist was so angry that he had lived for more than two thousand years. He had never seen any storms and dangers, but today he was almost killed by a young boy.

This is no longer a question of whether it hurts or not, but dignity.

Not only does he have the dignity of over two thousand years old, but also the dignity of the entire Tianji Palace.

Han Sanqian just looked at him lightly. Although he didn't say a word, the white-bearded old man clearly knew from the relaxation he was looking down upon and disdained by the young man in front of him!

"It seems that I don't need to hold back. Boy, you have successfully angered me." As soon as the white-bearded old Taoist finished speaking, the energy in his hand had already been circulating.

Seeing this, Zhong Beihai, who pretended to be asleep and was dead, could no longer pretend and shouted anxiously: "Senior Brother, no."

"Hao Hero Han, the master of Tianji Palace's technique is extremely powerful. If the fight starts, this small restaurant will collapse in an instant, and all of us will have no place to stay." After Zhong Beihai called out to his senior brother, he hurriedly explained to Han Sanqian.

Han Sanqian didn't say anything. He had no intention of causing trouble, but because these people did too much, they not only did not appreciate the grace of saving lives, but also hurt people. Even if it was a Buddha, they would inevitably get angry.

However, considering everyone's safety issues, Han Sanqian nodded slightly.

"What? Are you scared?" Seeing Han Sanqian planning to stop, the white-bearded old Taoist not only did not restrain himself at all, but became even more arrogant.

Han Sanqian didn't say anything, looked at Mo Yang and others, nodded, and called everyone back to their territory.

But just when Han Sanqian just raised his foot, the white-bearded old Taoist spoke coldly and sarcastically, saying: "I have seen many arrogant and ignorant young people, but I am really rare to see shameless and unsophisticated young people like you."

"You're fucking enough, endless." Dao Shier's temper could not bear the provocation of his brother again and again. He shouted angrily on the spot and rushed over with the knife.

"Looking for death!" The old Taoist of white beard snorted coldly, and the whisk in his hand shook again.

Han Sanqian made him suffer a loss and was embarrassed in front of everyone. Now he naturally had to find it back from Han Sanqian's men. Even though his energy was greatly increased, facing the sword Twelve that rushed up, he directly whisked and hit him on his body.

"Bang!"

With Dao Twelve's cultivation level, not to mention facing a master like the White Bearded Old Taoist, even any nameless little person present is no match for him.

If it were not for the use of threatening Han Sanqian, they would not even have the qualifications to enter here, let alone fight with the people here.

With the whisk swung, countless thin marks were blown out of Dao Twelve's arm, and his body was even beaten so hard that it staggered back several meters.

At this moment, the people in Tianji Palace immediately clenched their fists, and they could finally exhale their anger.

However, Han Sanqian, who was standing beside him, just stared at the situation lightly.

A trace of joy appeared on the old Taoist Baihu's face. The next second, another stream of dust came up in his hand and shook it towards the sword Twelve.

But this time, he suddenly found that the floating dust in the air suddenly seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't pull it no matter how hard he pulled it...
Chapter completed!