"What? Are you scared?" Seeing that Han Sanqian was about to stop, the old man with a white beard didn't restrain himself at all, but became even more arrogant.

Han Sanqian did not speak, but glanced at Mo Yang and the others, nodded, and beckoned everyone to return to their own territory.

But when Han Sanqian just raised his foot, at this time, the old man with white beard said coldly and sarcastically, "I have seen a lot of arrogant and ignorant young people, but shameless and ignorant like you The young man, the old man is really rare."

"You're fucking enough, it's endless." Dao Twelve's temper, how could he bear others' provocations to his brother again and again, he shouted angrily on the spot, and rushed over with the knife.

"Looking for death!" The white-bearded old man snorted coldly, and flicked the whisk in his hand again.

It was Han Sanqian who made him suffer and lose face in front of everyone. Now he naturally has to get it back from Han Sanqian's subordinates. Then hit the body according to the past.

"Snapped!"

With the cultivation base of Knife Twelve, not to mention facing a master like White Beard Old Daoist, even any nameless people from the rivers and lakes present, he is not an opponent at all.

If it wasn't used to blackmail Han Sanqian, relying on their cultivation, they wouldn't even be qualified to enter here, let alone fight with people here.

With the flick of the whisk, Dao Twelve's arm was immediately fanned out with countless thin marks, and his body was beaten so that he staggered back several meters in a row.

At this moment, everyone in Tianji Palace clenched their fists tightly, and at this moment they could finally express their anger.

On the other hand, Han Sanqian just stared at the situation indifferently.

A gleam of joy appeared on the face of the old Taoist Baihu, and in the next second, his hands rose again, and another cloud of floating dust was thrown towards Dao Twelve.

Only this time, he suddenly found that the floating dust in the sky suddenly seemed to be caught on something, no matter how much he pulled it, he couldn't move it...

Turning back suddenly in a strange way, the joy that Baihu Laodao had just found in the abuse of food froze on his face for a moment. At this time, on the floating dust, one hand firmly held its tip, and the owner of this hand It was none other than Han Sanqian.

Damn it, he was clearly watching from the opposite side just now, why is he suddenly behind him? !

Moreover, the most important thing is that he has cultivated as high as himself, yet he didn't notice it at all?

However, no matter how much, his weapon was taken away by someone, and he must get it back no matter what, the white-bearded old man gritted his teeth for a moment, and pulled it to his side desperately.

But no matter how hard he tried, even though the old face under the white beard and white eyebrows was flushed red, the whisk held by Han Sanqian did not move at all.

"Let go, let me go, you mean boy, you kind of let go." When people become angry, they will always say stupid things, and this has nothing to do with age.

You can't even pull your own weapons out of other people's hands, but you want to let go of fighting with others, isn't that bullshit?

"Okay." Han Sanqian smiled suddenly, and then let go of his whisk.

How could the white-bearded old man, who was exerting his crazily, expect that Han Sanqian would let go so happily and suddenly, the effect of inertia directly made him roll on the ground again and again.

"Hahahahaha!"

Almost at the same time, everyone in the hall burst into thunderous ridicule, the disciples of Tianji Palace looked embarrassed, and Zhong Beihai even turned his head away, showing no face at all.

"I want it, but you can't hold it. What's the use for you?" Han Sanqian smiled slightly, fell off the ground, and walked up to Dao Twelve in a few steps to check the scar on his arm.

After twelve meals, he lowered his head guiltily: "Sanqian, I'm sorry, I've embarrassed you."

"I didn't take good care of you." Han Sanqian smiled lightly, then patted Dao Twelve on the shoulder: "I'll teach you later!"

Hearing this, Knife Twelve immediately nodded happily: "Okay."

"It doesn't have to be very useful, at least in the future when you see such an old man fall down, you can still help him up." After Han Sanqian finished speaking, he looked at the old man with a white beard on the ground and said indifferently. JrNovels.com