Chapter 42

Anyuan didn't speak, just staring at a place in the dark.

They all noticed that there were three people on the other side, and from evening on, someone had been following them.

Han Changsheng's voice dropped, and it was quiet all around, except for the crackling sound of branches burning in the fire. If someone with low martial arts skills is here, I'm afraid that Han Changsheng is wrong.

Han Changsheng smiles and picks up a half burned firewood. It seems that he threw it away casually. He just hears a scream. In the dark, a man rolls out of the mound and catches a fire on his shoulder. He pats the flame with his hands as hard as he can. Then he beats the fire together with a man who comes out and finally extinguishes the fire.

At last, the three men all came out from behind the hidden mound. They were three strong men with big swords. They were ferocious and evil. Their muscles were knotted. They were dressed up as bandits. One of them was very familiar. He was the silverware vendor who blackmailed an yuan in the afternoon.

Han Changsheng quipped his lips: "look, I said in the afternoon that I want you to teach him a lesson. You have to give him money instead of wasting Lao Tzu's money, which makes people think that we are easy to bully."

Anyuan didn't say anything, but put the roast chicken on the fire and continued to roast.

The silvermonger, with a big knife in his hand, walked into them step by step and said, "hand over all your money, and I will let you live."

Just by Han Changsheng burned his shoulder with fire, the man said angrily: "elder brother, what words do you waste with them? Kill them directly and grab the silver."

The peddler said, "if you know how to praise, you should take money quickly. It's useless for us to kill you."

Han Changsheng said with an evil smile: "but I want your life to be useful. My sword is in short supply

The burning man was furious, roared, and rushed to Han Changsheng with a knife. The dealer tried to stop him, but he didn't stop him. Another man saw the potential also rushed up, straight to an yuan.

Han Changsheng dodged in front of an yuan. After a long time working, Li Jiulong blocked more swords and guns for an yuan. He formed a subconscious reaction. As long as he saw someone dancing with a knife and a gun, he would protect an yuan. He almost blurted out "dare you come to me if you have the courage". When he was about to export, he remembered that the current Anyuan was no longer the same as before, and even he felt funny.

However, since Han Changsheng was so considerate, an yuan sat still and did not speak, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

Han Changsheng was ignored by the two men. In their eyes, Han Changsheng and an yuan are rich and noble men from two cities. They have never experienced anything like that, and they certainly haven't killed anyone. Small arms and legs. They can break them when they pull them.

"Bang!"

A savage man's knife cleaved down towards Han Changsheng's head. Han Changsheng produced a sword, and the tip of the sword was directly on the tip of the sword. The powerful internal force forced the savage to retreat two steps and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Han Changsheng also does not take advantage of the victory pursuit, the corners of his mouth hook up a very interesting smile.

The three men had little internal power and martial arts. They were totally relying on their reckless strength. Their posture was frightening. In fact, they could only frighten novices with low martial arts skills. In the past, Han Changsheng might have to spend a little time and effort on those three people together, but now, with one finger, he can suppress these savages in any way.

When the strength gap to this point, a move to those three blind guys to beat down, but no fun. Han Changsheng's heart gave birth to a bad playfulness, to let these guys know how weak they are.

The two savages were shocked to see that their companions were shocked by Han Changsheng, who was looking at his writing weakness.

Han Changsheng words provocative way: "I thought how powerful, how, this is afraid?"

Another man can't help but rush to Han Changsheng. The silvermonger, who has been watching and has not done anything, sees that his companion has been injured and finally makes a move.

The two men rushed in front of Han Changsheng, and the two knives chopped down at Han Changsheng. Han Changsheng's sword didn't come out behind him, but he dodged. In the eyes of those two people, their knife danger was rubbing against Han Changsheng. As long as they could be more accurate, they would be able to cut Han Changsheng. And in Han Changsheng's opinion, it's really easy.

So the two men kept chasing after each other. Each time, they were just in danger.

All of a sudden, a huge pressure came on both of them. The peddler was lifting his sword in the air, shivering suddenly. His arms were stiff in the air and could not fall down. Another man was even more embarrassed than him. He stepped back two steps and sat down on the ground, pale and frightened.

Han Changsheng, however, still stands gracefully with his hands behind his back. It seems that he has done nothing.

Look at me and I look at you, and the hair of the two men is up. What happened? They don't know! But all of a sudden, they were as flustered and short of breath as if they were possessed of evil spirits, and their whole body could not make use of their strength.

In fact, the two men did not practice internal mental skills, so they did not know that the evil force that oppressed them just now came from Han Changsheng's strong internal power. However, because they didn't have internal skills, they escaped from the disaster. They just felt flustered and short of breath, instead of being possessed by the devil and bleeding to death.

Han Changsheng looked at the two shivering guys with a satisfied smile on his face. The cultivation of internal skills is not only to strengthen the body, but also to become weapons. There are several schools in the lake that specialize in internal skill. Under normal circumstances, people's acupoints are closed inside, and genuine Qi circulates in the body without overflowing. Just now he reopened his own acupoint, and his true Qi was released, which exerted a great pressure on that man, and made them retreat without fighting. Internal power is limited, and as long as internal power is cultivated properly, genuine Qi can be regenerated infinitely. When the internal skill training reaches a certain level, you can also use the true Qi as a sword, such as the six pulse divine sword. Han Changsheng has practiced some Kung Fu of true Qi. However, his internal skill is not so good that he can not use any kind of Kung Fu. Now he has been taught a strong internal power by Xuanji old man. After several months of conditioning by an yuan, he has been able to control his strong internal power a little.

This was the first time he tried to oppress his opponent with genuine Qi. These poor bandits became the victims of his small trial.

Han Changsheng was very proud. It's a great feeling of strength.

"You..." Han Changsheng opened his mouth leisurely, only to say two words, suddenly his face changed. The Dantian field that was still full just now suddenly emptied, and the true Qi began to scuttle in the body again. Because an yuan helps him to adjust his breath every day, he has not been possessed by the devil for a long time. This time, he is so elated that he has a relapse.

Han Changsheng covers his chest and sits on the ground. Anyuan, who has been wandering outside just now, finally has a reaction. He frowns and goes to Han Changsheng and grabs his hand.

Han Changsheng closed his eyes and groaned in pain.

Han Changsheng, the three thieves who were still in high spirits, suddenly fell down, all of them were in a daze. One of them picked up a big knife and stumbled to get up and approached Anyuan and Han Changsheng carefully. He wanted to take advantage of the fire. An yuan glanced at him with a sharp glance: "one step further, today is your death date.". Go away Anyuan's powerful murderous spirit made the man shiver again and again.

The dealer covered his chest and climbed up: "let's go!"

Almost all of the three were injured, and Anyuan didn't fight from the beginning to the end, but his aura was even more powerful than Han Changsheng. The three men did not dare to entangle themselves any more, and they helped each other and ran to the distance in confusion. The silvermonger took a few steps, then stopped hesitantly and looked back at an yuan. His companion tugged at him anxiously before he turned and continued to run. After a while, the three disappeared in the dark desert.

Han Changsheng was sweating profusely on his forehead, discontented: "why do you let them go?"

Anyuan had no feelings and said, "shut up!"

Han Chang was angry and said: "I'm so kind to you. I teach you martial arts and help you to investigate your life experience. What are you so cruel to me? Those three thieves blackmailed you for money and robbed them in the middle of the night. Do you still let them go?"

Anyuan frowned and looked at him coldly: "shut up if you don't want to suffer!"

Han Chang was so angry that he could not whip Anyuan's buttocks with that whip. Suddenly, he saw a cold sweat seeping from his forehead. His frown was not only impatient, but also a faint pain. Han Changsheng was stunned and swallowed his words. He looked down and saw that Anyuan was bleeding and his robe was wet.

Han Changsheng: when was an yuan injured? He hasn't done anything from the beginning to the end. He was fine just now!

Anyuan suddenly snorted again, his right shoulder seemed to be hit by something, shaking and leaning backward. He held Han Changsheng's hand harder.

Han Changsheng was stunned for a moment and suddenly came back to his mind. Anyuan was not hurt by the three thieves, but by himself. Now he can't control the real Qi in his body. The acupoints are still open, and Ling lie's real Qi overflows. In addition, he is angry and impatient, and unconsciously injures an yuan. Anyuan did not say, and did not let go, but tried to help Han Changsheng suppress his rage.

Han Changsheng showed his teeth and half of his anger was gone. He tried to calm himself down and help Zhenqi to surrender this morning. Joking, hurt dog Xianjun, bad luck or his own good!

Han Changsheng closed his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "I told you to pass on the mental formula to me, or help me to subdue my internal power as early as possible. You must not get along with me, otherwise, how could there be such a thing?"

Anyuan said coldly, "don't even think about it. I said that your life and death are in my hands."

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