Yang Rangang was about to reach out to pick this fire ganoderma lucidum, and a cold arrow shot over. Yang Ran was nervous for a moment. Looking back, a bald old man looked at Yang Ran with wicked eyes.
The bald old man said: "Little girl, I know that you like this fire ganoderma very much, but I discovered this fire ganoderma first. I was delayed because of some things. Now it’s here. I hope you can get it. Returning to the original owner, in this way, there will be less misunderstandings. I am getting older and don’t like misunderstandings either."
Although Yang Ran is simple and cute, he can still hear the extravagance, and said unhappily: "Is it true that people who pick peaches halfway, usually talk like this."
The bald old man smiled sinisterly: "Since you know everything, then I don't want to hide it. If you have a way to beat me, this fire ganoderma will naturally be yours."
"If you lose, you will die here, how?"
Yang Ran knows that sometimes someone must die, and for such things, Yang Ran also chooses to treat it with a normal heart.
He whispered: "Does this matter stop after someone dies? A fire ganoderma is more important than a person's life?"
The bald old man said: "At least in my heart, the value of this living Ganoderma lucidum surpasses your life. Although you are simple and lovely, it does not mean that you are very valuable."
Everything has been said about it, and Yang Ran really has nothing to say.
Holding a dagger in his hand, he pierced the bald old man with lightning speed.
The sword is feminine, not as violent as imagined, but as if he had locked the bald old man, the bald old man vaguely noticed that he was trapped in the field.
Facing the little girl's sword, the old man still had a lot of confidence.
A scimitar was revealed, blocking it in front of his chest.
Zheng Zheng Zheng!
The sound of swords mingled more and more, loud and sweet.
Cracks appeared one after another on the old man's scimitar.
In terms of identity alone, Yang Ran's identity is still relatively noble, and the weapons in his hands are naturally not too bad for a noble person.
The old man lost his weapon.
The bald old man sees something wrong, pulls back in a flash
, His scimitar was broken, and finally stopped the little girl's sword.
This is the first time for a bald old man to see such a delicate and feminine sword.
When Yang Ran saw that he had the upper hand with one blow, he was joyful and said, "Senior, you don't seem to be my opponent, and I won't kill you, otherwise you will retreat yourself."
The bald old man sneered and said: "If I can't even clean up a baby like you, I won't come to this mountain of Gushe."
Yang Ran smiled triumphantly: "Old man, I don't know what kind of moves you have, you can use it."
The bald old man is very clear that the realm of the two sides are similar in cultivation. If the front is stunned, no one can do nothing. In the end, the result will be a loss for both sides.
In any place, the most taboo is to be injured. Once you are injured, your own good fortune can only watch it slip away.
The bald old man didn't plan to confront Yang Ran head-on, because that would be too costly.
The hands were sealed, and a cloud of turquoise smoke burst out of his mouth, rushing towards Yang Ran.
When Yang Ran saw this, his heart suddenly became nervous, the green smoke enveloped him instantly, and then Yang Ran felt that he was delirious, his true essence was empty, and his blood began to wither.
The bald old man smiled triumphantly: "Your strength is indeed good, which makes me jealous. The dagger in your hand is also very good, so I laughed it off."
"Don't worry, I am not the kind of person with a gloomy heart, I won't touch you."
"You can die decently, but there is no tombstone."
After the turquoise smoke slowly dissipated, Yang Ran had fallen to the ground feebly, without a trace of true essence condensed all over his body, completely becoming a lamb to be slaughtered.
The bald old man came slowly, with no sense of accomplishment in his heart, and used poison when he encountered the one he couldn't beat. This is not once or twice.
Bend down, just about to take over the short sword in Yang Ran's hand.
But at this moment, Yang Ran suddenly moved.
Holding a short sword in his hand, he pierced the bald old man's abdomen in a flash. The old man was caught off guard, all in the same realm. At such a distance, he couldn't avoid this sword.
puff!
The dagger pierced the old man’s abdomen, the wound was bleeding, and the bald old man
The surface is like golden paper in an instant.
"how can that be?"
The bald old man would never think that he would capsize the ship here with a little girl. The other party's sword pierced forward a little bit deeper, and he was going to die here, he was not reconciled.
In this world, there are more people who are not reconciled, and there is no shortage of him.
Yang Ran got up and smiled triumphantly: "There is nothing impossible, senior, you lose, this fire ganoderma is mine."
He turned around and picked the fire ganoderma.
Since childhood, Yang Ran has lived in the mountains and wilds. With the company of his grandfather, he has already seen all kinds of poisonous poisonous insects and weeds in the mountains and wilds.
With poison, Yang Ran dare not say that he is an expert, but Yang Ran's anti-drug ability is still different from ordinary people, after all, he has been cultivated since childhood.
General poison, for Yang Ran, really won't have any effect.
After taking off the fire ganoderma, Yang Ran walked to the bald old man and said with some embarrassment: "Although it will be painful, I can't lose my own weapon."
Then, Yang Ran pulled out the dagger that pierced the old man's abdomen, and a lot of blood gushed out from the wound.
The bald old man screamed again and again, rather sternly, as if it were the unbearable pain of life.
Yang Ran said: "Actually, I will not kill you. In my heart, a life is even more valuable than this fire ganoderma. Maybe you think my life is not valuable, but I think my life is valuable. Life It's priceless, worthy of respect, and can't be handled too sloppy."
The bald old man was a little skeptical of life now, and he would not have thought that he would meet such a kind-hearted girl on the way to find the secrets.
He also left his own life, and for a while, the survival rule believed by the bald old man was vaguely collapsed.
Yang Ran said again: "You don't need to bandage your wounds, in case you kill me when I'm not paying attention."
"Goodbye, senior."
As soon as he was about to leave, he was here now, his face was not so pretty, he looked straight at Yang Ran.
The first time he saw such a serious day, Yang Ran's heart suddenly became tense.
Tremblingly asked: "Big brother, what's the matter?"
(End of this chapter)