Chapter 202 Sword Immortal Dongfang Han
Hearing the shouting, the old lame man's whole body felt as if his hair had exploded, and with a "swish" he was about to run away.
"stop!"
"If you want to run away, I will complain to the eldest grandpa and the second grandpa and break your good legs!"
When Dongfang Han saw that the old cripple was about to run, he immediately became anxious. He clamped his legs on the horse's belly, making the horse run a little faster, and forcefully blocked the old cripple at the door of Chenyue Tower.
It's not that the old cripple couldn't run away, it was mainly because Dongfang Han's words made him stop.
"Ancestor, why don't I stop running away, old cripple?"
"Come on, I'll go to one side with Third Master first. Don't yell here."
The old cripple took a careful look at the people who were cooking in Chenyue Tower, and found that Chen Daoxuan had glanced over with interest, and quickly made a silencing gesture to Dongfang Han.
No matter how many calculations he made, he even guessed that Chen Daoxuan would first settle in Fengliang City after coming to Zhongzhou, but he didn't expect that this little ancestor would actually run out from the General's Mansion to look for him!
"Ata!"
Dongfang Han, who came to the old cripple Xu San, jumped up from his horse, raised the scabbard in his hand high, and struck the old cripple's good leg!
"Bang!"
With a sound, Dongfang Han didn't hold back at all, and almost shook the scabbard so hard that it flew out of his hand.
However, for the old lame man who has now reached the body state, it is not painful or itchy, just like a mosquito bite.
"careful."
"I said, little ancestor, let's go, don't mess around here."
Upon seeing this, the old lame man quickly used his palm massage to disperse the repulsive force on Dongfang Han's body with his spiritual power, and then directly grabbed his wrist and moved aside.
At the same time, he didn't forget to turn around and apologize to Chen Daoxuan with a smile on his face.
"Xu Laosan, tell me, why didn't you take me out to play when you returned to Zhongzhou? Instead, you secretly enjoyed yourself in Fengliang City?"
Dongfang Han frowned, full of resentment, and was pulled aside by the old cripple. He didn't forget to take the scabbard in his hand and hit his good leg twice more.
Originally, there were many people passing by outside Chenyue Tower. They saw a young man knocking the old lame man's good leg hard and pointing.
But soon someone noticed something strange.
"No, that young master seems to have no cultivation, he is just a mortal."
"No wonder I beat the lame man for a long time, but he didn't even cry out in pain."
"Shh, you're tired of living. Did you call him lame? Yesterday he was walking with the city lord!"
Passers-by pointed and whispered to Dongfang Han.
"Who has no cultivation?"
"I am the best swordsman in the world. How can you ordinary people see the level of my cultivation?"
Dongfang Han held his sword and glared at the speaker with dissatisfaction.
"Pfft... Is he the best swordsman in the world, a swordsman who doesn't even have the Qi Condensation realm?"
Originally, the man was about to leave, but when he heard this, no one could hold back his laughter.
"Fuck!!!"
But as soon as the man finished speaking, he suddenly exclaimed and found that he was flying quickly.
It was the old lame man who grabbed the back of his neck like a chicken and flew quickly towards an altitude of 10,000 meters.
"Xu Laosan, just scare him, don't torture him to death!"
When Dongfang Han saw this, he put his hands to his mouth and shouted at the little black dot that disappeared in the sky.
A moment later, with the speed of the Hedao Realm, the old lame man took the young Tongxuan Realm speaker who was talking and smashed straight to the ground from an altitude of 10,000 meters. He stopped suddenly when he was less than half a meter away from the ground.
Looking at the man who originally looked like a handsome young man, his hair had been blown up and stood on end, his whole body was swaying, and he couldn't stand even when the old lame man put him on the ground.
"roll."
The old lame man glared at the man and kicked him to the ground.
Fortunately, in Fengliang City, people like them in the border area could not recognize the identity of this little ancestor.
In any city near the General's Mansion, the person who spoke would be implicated in the nine tribes!
This little ancestor and his old cripple were bullied to death, not to mention the junior monks like them!
Especially Dongfang Han's inability to practice has made the general worried. Anyone who dares to speak about this matter will be punished!
"Um?"
"What the hell, little ancestor, what are you doing!?"
After the old lame man had finished teaching the man a lesson, he was waiting proudly for Dongfang Han to give him a test, but in the blink of an eye he found that there was no one there.
After looking around for a moment, his eyes suddenly widened and he realized that this little ancestor actually walked into Chenyue Tower!
No matter who he offends, this old cripple can protect this little ancestor. Even if he pulls out the beard of the ancestor of the Holy Land, this old cripple can still show off the general's face to block it.
But this person in Chenyue Tower cannot be offended, he is a true ancestor!
"This brother, I am Dongfang Han, the number one swordsman in Zhongzhou."
"May I ask what your name is, brother?"
Dongfang Han came to Chenyue Tower in an open manner and found Chen Daoxuan looking at him with great interest. Without any hesitation, he grabbed her sword and held it in front of Chen Daoxuan.
"Yes, a high-grade immortal sword should indeed belong to the sword immortal."
Chen Daoxuan glanced at the sword in Dongfang Han's hand, nodded slightly in praise, and silently calculated in his mind how many system points this sword should be exchanged for?
Leng Yanran on the side saw the other party coming up and asked the master's name. She immediately put down the bowl and chopsticks, frowned and planned to get up.
However, Chen Daoxuan waved slightly to calm down, and then he looked at the young master with dissatisfaction and said nothing more.
"Tiandao Pavilion, Pavilion Master Chen Daoxuan."
"Since we are swordsmen, why don't we sit down and have something together?"
Chen Daoxuan looked at the other party with a smile and said.
"I wish I could have it!"
"The way of the Sword Immortal is to drink wine, eat meat, and live freely. I am so happy, brother. I have so many beauties and close friends by my side. I am envious..."
Dongfang Han was not polite and sat directly next to Leng Yanran, not caring about the slightly displeased look in his eyes.
"soulmate?"
"Master, what is a confidante?"
When Li Yourong heard the other party say that she was Master's confidante, she blinked in confusion.
Isn't she Master's disciple? When did you become a confidante?
"It turns out he is Xiongtai's disciple. Sorry, sorry, brother, don't blame me, fairies, don't blame me!"
When Dongfang Han heard this, he also knew that he had misunderstood, but he did not feel embarrassed. He raised his hands and openly admitted the misunderstanding to several people.
"Ancestor, you are the ancestor of the old lame man, please stop making trouble..."
At this time, the old lame man had also hurried over. He was standing next to Dongfang Han and wanted to pull him away, his legs and legs trembling with fear.
It's okay to be a little more arrogant at ordinary times. There is a general as a father to support him, but in front of this general, he has to get slapped twice before he can sit down!
"Haha, no problem, let's eat and chat while we eat."
Upon seeing this, Chen Daoxuan chuckled and waved his hand, but he was not disgusted by Dongfang Han's familiarity.
"Thank you, brother. You're welcome if you're a swordsman!"
Dongfang Han chuckled, put the high-grade immortal sword aside, rolled up his sleeves and started to cook.
The old lame man felt his legs soften and knelt down with a "thump" sound. Brother, brother, God, brother, is this allowed to scream! ?
