No matter how fast Ji Han's carriage was, it couldn't be faster than the first swordsman's Qing Gong.
Zhao Jiangui didn't have much trouble chasing him.
Someone once put his Qinggong in the top ten of the Jianghu. It doesn't mean that his Qinggong is not as first-class as his swordsmanship. It's just that people whose swordsmanship has reached his level rarely have the opportunity to perform Qinggong.
Therefore, there are not many people who have seen Zhao Jiangui rush to chase a carriage.
His long gown is still as white as snow, and his long hair is not messy at all, but his face is very ugly. Anyone who chases a carriage and runs for nearly a hundred miles will never look very good.
What's more, the devil he was chasing was sitting comfortably in the car, and there was probably a roast chicken and a jar of fine wine in the car.
He smelled wine.
Now they were in a small town, and the devil was getting off the carriage and going into the best tavern in town.
Zhao Jiangui had no choice but to follow.
He walked in and looked left and right. This inn was booming with people coming and going. How did he want to seduce the devil
…
Ji Han sat down in the best seat in the tavern.
Zhao Jiangui had a gloomy face and sat down beside him.
The wine and dishes were all served, and Ji Han never touched his chopsticks, gave him a cold look, and asked, "Why are you still haunted."
Those heroes are really predictable, and this sentence is actually written into the lines!
Zhao Jiangui: "I'm not lingering, I'm just chasing you."
Ji Leng Bingbing said: "What are you chasing after me?"
Zhao Jiangui thought about the words seriously: "I want to return to the Demon Sect with you."
Ji Han: "… "
Zhao Jiangui paused for a moment, then changed his mouth expressionlessly: "Return to the Holy Religion."
Ji Han: "… "
Zhao Jiangui pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly, trying to squeeze out a charming smile: "Don't struggle, you can't get rid of me."
Ji Han: "… "