The old man put the sword behind his back and said, "I have warned you with my whistle beforehand, so how can this be considered a sneak attack? Besides, I have no intention of killing you with this sword. WWw.QuanBeN-XiaoShuo.COm"
Han Xiaohan was furious. If it weren't for his quick reaction and the Ghost Cry in his hand, how could he be alive now? However, he quickly suppressed his anger. As his divine light turned, he found that there were three old men standing on the eaves of the houses on both sides of the street. One of them was an old man with a Taoist style whom he had met before. He was Qin Shuangshuang's grandfather - Qiu Ziling. After looking around for a while, his mood calmed down instead. However, the red light on his right palm became stronger, and the mist condensed into substance was half a foot longer than before. He said dimly: "A sneak attack is a sneak attack. No matter how nice it sounds, it is still a sneak attack. A person will always make mistakes, but when facing mistakes, he will always find excuses for himself. Now it seems that this bad habit will not change with age. Sir who uses the sword, don't you think so?"
I'm afraid that no matter how kind a person is, he would not be kind after hearing Han Xiaohan's sarcastic words. However, this kind old man kept laughing from beginning to end, and seemed not to care about what he said. He shook his head and said, "Young people are much more powerful than us old guys when they are sharp-tongued!" After a pause, he looked at the red mist that extended one and a half feet from Han Xiaohan's right palm, and asked puzzledly, "What kind of kung fu is this?"
A round-faced old man on the left eaves shook his head and said, "It's a crooked way, I'm afraid it's not a decent martial art."
Several old men all turned their eyes to Qiu Ziling, who shrugged and said with a smile: "Don't look at me, I don't know either."
The kind old man said, "You don't know his origins, nor do you know where his martial arts come from, but you actually entrusted Shuangshuang to him. Brother Qiu is really too bold."
Qiu Ziling said with a smile: "Brother Kong, Shuangshuang has been safe and sound for such a long time, right?"
The kind old man glared at him, then turned to look at Han Xiaohan and said, "Although you don't want to tell me your origins, you have to tell me today."
Han Xiaohan's eyes turned red, the corners of his mouth raised, and he asked, "Why?"
The kind old man swung the sword in his hand and said, "That's all."
Han Xiaohan put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and snorted and laughed, "I was just looking forward to learning from you. Just show me how capable you are. If one person can't do it, I don't mind taking in all of you."
The kind old man was furious. Han Xiaohan's arrogant demeanor seemed to show that he didn't take them seriously at all. He laughed angrily and said, "Who do you think we are? Young man, your arrogance will make you suffer."
Han Xiaohan: "I think your martial arts skills are much better than your mouth skills, right? If you want to fight, just fight. Why are you talking nonsense?"
Since the kind old man debuted, he has been admired by everyone for his sword. When has he ever been ridiculed like this? The fire in his heart rushed straight to his forehead, and his eyebrows and beard moved without the wind. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, okay, the Yangtze River's new generation pushes the old generation forward, and the martial arts world has talents in every generation. Today I want to see where you, the younger generation, get the capital for your arrogance?"
After saying that, the old man swung his sword, ready to step forward and fight Han Xiaohan to the death.
Qiu Ziling sighed, waved his hand to stop the kind old man, and said: "Brother Kong, you and I are old, and we have been secluded in Longcheng for many years. How come we have become more irritable when we are old? He is just a child, why do you have to get angry for no reason? Besides, we are not here to fight, just bring Shuangshuang back."