Chapter 481

Michen's initial sense of this strange world is pretty good. He doesn't want to hurt people as soon as he comes, but he doesn't want to be bullied!

When he saw the man in yellow coming fiercely again, he hit him with a fist. With a bang, the young man in yellow was blasted out several feet away; When the middle-aged man saw it, he wanted to join the fight.

At this time, listen to Michen coldly: "if you don't stop, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The middle-aged man was not frightened by Michen. Instead, he quickened his pace, condensed a genuine Qi, and rushed toward Michen.

Michen frowned. He didn't want to show them any color. He really thought he was a soft persimmon.

He increased his strength and blew the middle-aged man farther with one blow. With one of his screams, the young man in black yelled: "you dare to hurt the people in our cangzhang stronghold. You really don't want to live!"

Although the man in black yelled, others didn't rush forward. Michen soon felt the countless spatial fluctuations.

After a quick sweep, he saw dozens of people coming here. Among them, there were three powerful men in the Ninth level of xuanjing. Michen thought that he had better get out of the way. Unexpectedly, there were so many masters in a bandit stronghold. These people should be only a small part of them, and there may be more powerful men than them.

The young man in black saw that Michen didn't fight any more, so he ran to the middle-aged man. Michen also took the opportunity to hide for a yuan, and flew into the air. He just flew not far away, when he heard someone yelling: "who are you?"

"Eh, it was just there..." I heard the young man in black say.

"I'm sure I didn't run far. I'll chase them separately..." a voice said fiercely.

This mountain range is really big. It took several hours for Michen to get close to the edge. In the south of the mountain, there is a village with about a hundred families. In the middle of the village, there is a small dojo. On the side of the dojo, there are some haystacks. In the middle of the dojo, there are more than ten children practicing kung fu. The oldest one is not more than twelve or thirteen years old.

He landed not far from the village and showed himself; After sweeping the whole village, Michen found no top-notch experts. They were all human and earth worshippers. The highest one was a middle-aged man whose cultivation was in the fifth level of heaven.

Michen was convinced that they could make a big fortune and a small fortune on koha. But here, they are all ordinary mountain people. It seems that the warriors on this planet are quite good, and they have to be more careful.

In front of the house at the east end of the village, there was an old man sitting. Michen walked slowly. He came to the old man, raised his hand and said, "old man, please! Can I borrow a glass of water? "

The old man was repairing the furniture. He looked up at Michen and said, "ah, ah..."

Michen looked a little silly. The old man was dumb. No, he was not born dumb, but his tongue was cut off.

He could not help thinking, who is so vicious, even an old man did not let go!

After a while, the old man brought out a bowl of water from the inside. Michen repeatedly said thanks. He wanted to inquire about some things, but now it seems that he has no choice but to drink water and watch the scenery of the village.

As soon as he took a few drinks, he heard the old man cry: "ah, ah... Ah, ah..."