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Young Master Han picked up a stool to sit down and couldn't help but laugh to himself. This old man in green was quite pedantic and aloof even in such a remote place.

However, since ancient times, all those who had learned were hidden in the streets. Young Master Han had no time to think and could only wait until his belly was full to the brim before setting off.

Just then, two people came in with a middle-aged man in their arms. The man's clothes were all stained with blood, and the three of them sat down in front of Yun Zheng, cursing.

"Damn it, this damned woman. She won't be able to escape our Northern Flows gang anyways. We must get that Ferghana Horse back …" "Aiyo, can't you lower your voice a little?"

The injured person was a man with a cheek that was over fifty years old. He seemed to have been whipped on the head, leaving a deep scar. His arm had been dislocated, and he was screaming in pain like a pig being slaughtered.

At this time, the middle-aged woman came out from the lobby. When she saw the three of them, she couldn't help but be surprised and asked: "Third Boss, what happened to this injury?"

The man saw that it was the middle-aged woman who came out. He waved his right hand and impatiently said, "Go, go! Call the shopkeeper out. This time, he accidentally threw a small shadow and asked the storekeeper to bring some medicinal wine!"

Young Master Han didn't care at first and thought that these three looked like bandits. It looked like they had been injured in an internal strife, but one sentence from one of them actually gave Young Master Han a shock.

One person said: "Third Boss, this woman is very ruthless. Her qinggong is also very high. Even if we catch up, we still wouldn't be able to do anything to her, right?"

Another person nodded and said, "It's best to consider this matter carefully. Otherwise, we must inform the boss of the capital that the Ferghana Horse has been robbed, and this is not a small matter. Moreover, we have already agreed to the vice commander of the Zhen Xing camp."

As the two of them spoke, they whispered into the ears of the injured man with the cheeks. They did their best to keep their voices as low as possible, so as not to let the surrounding people hear them.

At this moment, however, Young Tutor Han had a clever slap across his face. He had long since heard the words of the two, but his heart was grumbling inwardly. Could it be that the "stinking woman" these two were speaking of was the woman he had seen in the morning?

He also saw that the whip marks on the man's face were similar to the one on the woman's whip, so he couldn't help but be surprised.

Although Young Master Han was extremely intelligent, he was also at a loss at the moment. This woman with such high skills was obviously trying to prevent Young Master Han and the others from making it to the cave, could it be that there was some bigger scheme?

What made Yun Zheng even more suspicious was that this woman had purposely concealed her master's sect from him. This extremely powerful movement technique, even though it had undergone a few illusions, it was still the Heavenly Demon Sect's highest movement technique.

Ah Bi only wanted to kill her opponent so she naturally could not see the secret behind it. Yun Zheng had observed it for several dozen moves and although he could not confirm that it was a cultivation technique from the Heavenly Demon Sect, there was no doubt it was the same.

Young Master Han didn't know much about the sect, but he knew that the Demonic Sect was his Master's Heavenly Demon Palace.

However, from this point of view, this woman's Qing Gong was not much different from the leader of the Demonic Sect.

"Since you have a great relationship with the Demonic Sect, why do you want to go against it?" Young master Han couldn't help but feel suspicious as he tried to figure out what was going on.

"So it turns out to be Third Boss, this old man invites you!" At this time, the pedantic old man in green clothes stepped forward and cupped his hands towards the injured man from afar and said: "Third Master, what happened? Beating wild geese all day long is akin to pecking the eyes of wild geese! Aiya, this is amazing! "

The old man laughed while teasing him. His words were full of sarcasm. However, when he heard this, the man on the left didn't care about it and stood up while enduring the pain. He waved his hand towards the old man to show his respect.

Then he said with a bitter smile, "Shopkeeper, don't tease me, Liu San. Damn, if I die under the hands of that hero, I'll admit it too. I'll f * cking give a stinking woman a stepping on the ground, telling me to drink my own urine. "Sigh!"

As he spoke, Liu San suddenly stood up, his face full of grief and indignation.

The old man chuckled as he walked forward. He grabbed Liu San's arm and swung it a few times in the air. After that, a 'kacha' sound could be heard.

Ah!" Liu San cried out. "Your granny is broken!

However, Young Master Han had secretly seen the old man's skills. Although they appeared to be extremely relaxed and unrestrained, they were actually extremely powerful moves. Not only did they restore the hand of the man with a dislocated cheek, but they had also opened up several acupoints of this person in disbelief.

"This is how a peerless expert died in the mountains and plains?" Young Master Han was greatly shocked and couldn't help but shake his hand slightly.

Young Master Han did not look at the old man. From the sound of the wind, it seemed as if he was really seeing it. The old man was inwardly startled when he saw the chopsticks on Yun Zheng's left hand tremble slightly.

Liu San screamed, and then placed his right hand on his left hand, gently swaying it a few times, and immediately became happy. He quickly got up and greeted the old man: "The shopkeeper is indeed a genius doctor, damn it, thank you very much!"

The two people beside him hurriedly dug out a bag of broken silver from their clothes and placed it on the stage.

The old man in cyan chuckled and said: "Third Boss, you have really spent a lot. This time, I, this old man, want something from you. I will return it to you in three days. How about it?"

When Liu San heard this, his eyes squinted and he slanted his eyes as he asked, "Shopkeeper, tell me, before the Great Master left, he already told me. If the shopkeeper has any difficulties, please feel free to say that the Northern Faction can do it!"

"That's great!" The azure clothed elder chuckled before pointing at Young Master Han. "My friend here has an urgent matter to pursue. How about I borrow a Ferghana Horse from you?"

Once these words were spoken, not to mention Liu San and the others, even Young Master Han was shocked and cast his gaze at the old man in green.

However, he only saw that Liu San was stunned for a moment, then bitterly smiled: "Shopkeeper, damn it, I won't hide it from you, this time I was forced to take a piss, it doesn't matter, as this is also my own drink, what's even more embarrassing is the two Ferghana Horses I recently bought from the Western Regions, I've actually been robbed!"

"Hehe …" How can you all be just a Ferghana Horse? Isn't it two? " The old man's expression changed and he seemed to be slightly angry.

Hearing this, Liu San looked at the old man with a crying face and said, "That's right, there are two of them, but we've already lost one. I don't even know how to explain this to my boss. If you continue …" "Losing my last fart, it'd be weird if the boss didn't skin me alive!"

The old man laughed and waved his long sleeve: "Don't worry, Third Boss, this matter is my responsibility. If Boss has any problems, you can just push them all onto me!"

"This …" Liu San couldn't help but feel troubled.

The person beside him, however, smiled. He cupped his hands and said to the old man: "Since you've said so, with your friendship with the boss, I will definitely give you this face!"

"You …" When Liu San saw that his subordinate had actually agreed to the green-clothed elder's request, he couldn't help but blush. He also didn't want to show his anger in front of everyone, so he looked at that person with smoke coming out of his eyes.

"Third Boss, please calm your anger. This might not be a bad thing!" As the man spoke, he whispered a few words into Liu San's ears. Immediately, Liu San smiled widely and shouted to another person, "Lend the remaining BMW outside to the old man."

The other man was suspicious, but he quickly walked out to lead the horse.

However, Young Master Han listened to every single word that was said. It turned out that this old man had quite a deep relationship with the Great Master of the Northern Faction, and since this Third Master had already lost one of his Ferghana Horses, if the Great Master were to investigate this matter, he would not be able to escape responsibility no matter what.

However, since he lent the remaining Ferghana Horse to the green-clothed old man, he had made a good relationship with him. If the Great Master really wanted to investigate, then the green-clothed old man would have to beg for help.

If something were to happen, he could push the matter towards this old man and completely shirk it. The boss was naturally helpless as well.

Young Master Han couldn't help but sneer. Since he'd listened to all of that person's words, this old man in green's cultivation was unfathomable and would definitely not miss it. He must have also heard it all.

Sure enough, the old man in cyan chuckled and cupped his hands towards Liu San: "Then thank you, Third Master!"

"Thank my my ass, how should I, Ol 'Three, thank you? I'm leaving!"

Liu San had no reason to be unlucky for a while. He must be feeling a bit stifled. He didn't wait for the old man to send him off before leaving his seat. When he reached the door, he turned around and walked away with quick steps, as if he were looking at Young Master Han.

"Little friend, what do you think of what this old one has done?" The elder in green's gaze focused as he chuckled towards Young Master Han.

"I wonder how this old man knows that I'm tracking someone?" Young master Han was inwardly surprised, but kept his composure as he probed the old man's thoughts.

The old man laughed and then raised his head to sigh. He shouted in a low voice: "Old woman, take my Iron Zither!"

"Scram, you drunkard, all you care about is your lousy iron zither!" The middle-aged woman let out an angry roar, and then an arc of light shot out from within the hall.

He saw the old man reach out his hand and grab a rusted iron zither.

"When little brother listens to my little song, he naturally knows everything!"

After the old man finished speaking, he sat down cross-legged on a bench and began to play the zither string. He could only hear waves of zither music that were like the zither music of a golden horse.

"The sound of the zither is unparalleled. It is an elegant and graceful stream of purple smoke that spans 10,000 miles. A beautiful smile will drink one's blood!"

"Drink human blood! One wave of a finger and it will be annihilated!"

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