I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 30 The big fist makes sense

Two quarters of an hour later, in a back alley, a group of hooligans with black noses and swollen eyes handed a piece of yellowed paper to the young man, and then ran away in a hurry.

The young man looked at the paper in his hand, with a strange look on his face, and said to himself: "Let them find a Lu Yin named Luo, and I really found it, but it's still by this name."

The paper in his hand is the guide with the seal of the great Xuan official.

On the guide, there are two words written impressively - Luo Xiang.

This road guide is worth mentioning. It is similar to the ID card that Daxuan handles for the people. As long as the people leave the place of residence, the local government needs to issue a road guide.

"From now on, you can be regarded as a person with status."

He Pingan smiled with satisfaction.

If you go through the normal procedures for the wayfinding, He Ping'an's avatar might be beaten into low status.

So he went in the opposite direction and found the local hooligans to solve the matter.

Although these people are at the bottom of the society, they are well-versed and well-connected. Maybe some of them are scalpers.

He Ping'an used his spiritual thoughts to find a few hooligans, first tried to persuade them, but it was ineffective, and then exposed the bad deeds of a few people, hoping that they could help him apply for the household registration certificate.

As a result, several people became angry with embarrassment and wanted to fight He Pingan.

After some education with sticks, several people quickly helped He Pingan get the required household registration booklet and road guide.

Sure enough, no matter which world you are in, whoever has the biggest fist has the final say.

Calculating that the time was almost up, He Pingan came to the gate of the city using his escape technique, showed the guide and left Xuanyang City.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the leaves fall to know autumn.

It was August, and on the official road between Qianxian County and Xuanyang City, a black-faced man with a height of eight feet rushed past, bringing gusty winds and blowing off the leaves of the trees adjacent to the official road.

"Twenty miles away, we will arrive at Qian County."

"Mother, the child is here to save you."

Zhang San was sweating like rain, panting like a cow, but he didn't stop walking at all. The martial arts seventh-grade true energy was circulating rapidly, bringing infinite power to his body.

As long as you turn over the mountain in front of you, you will be in front of Yimapingchuan, and you will be close to Qianxian County.

At this moment, the mutation protruded.

"Boom!"

The sky was still clear just now, but at this moment, dark clouds suddenly covered, electric snakes rolled in the clouds, and thunder rumbled loudly.

Seeing the changes in front of him, Zhang San frowned, and slowed down his steps: "It's a terrible weather, it was obviously fine just now."

"It doesn't matter, don't waste time."

The sky suddenly changed, but his pace was a little faster, and he just kept his head on his way.

"Ray comes!"

In mid-air, an old Taoist wearing a yellow gossip suit suddenly appeared, stepping on seven-star steps and waving a magic sword in his hand.

"boom!"

As his voice fell, in the sky, a crimson thunderbolt as thick as an arm descended from the sky, spanning a distance of hundreds of feet, it came to Zhang San in an instant, and slashed at him.

Only a trace of the magic power contained in Falei leaked out, and Zhang San was terrified.

If this was hit by Falei, he would definitely die.

Zhang San's heart beat wildly, and he wanted to dodge, but in front of Fa Lei, his boasted speed was like a tortoise, and there was no way to hide.

Seeing that he was about to die on the spot, a white ray of light suddenly appeared in front of him, transformed into a handsome young man, with a single hand, he grabbed the scarlet Falei in his hand.

"Zizzi."

Scarlet Falei was beating very spiritually in the young man's hands, trying to escape his control.

"Noisy!"

The young man's eyes flashed fiercely, and with a light rub of his hands, the scarlet Falei was rubbed into a little bit of aura, which returned to the sky and the earth.

"puff!"

The spell was broken, and the old Taoist who was floating in the air was bitten by Lei Fa, and a mouthful of scarlet blood spewed out of his mouth immediately.

The old Taoist's face was full of horror, and he rubbed Falei with his hands, what kind of strength this should be.

"Who are you, dare to meddle in the affairs of the Marquis of Yongchun?"

Steady his mind, the old Taoist knew that he was invincible, so he carried him out of Yongchunhou's mansion.

He hoped that the prestige of Marquis Yongchun would scare away the young man in front of him.

"Tsk tsk tsk Yongchunhou, what a great reputation."

"It's a pity that Luo is not afraid of him. When encountering injustice, he has to take care of it."

He Pingan looked at the old man with disdain in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, the old Taoist knew that this matter could not be done well. He waved the magic sword in his hand, and dark clouds and lightning appeared again in the sky.

"court death!"

He Pingan yelled, and the light of the sword in his hand pierced through the air, turning into a golden flying sword that shuttled through the clouds, smashing all the thunder that was about to take shape.

The dark clouds dissipated, the golden light fell, and the sky and the earth became clear again.

The old Taoist spat out several mouthfuls of blood again, the horror in his eyes was even worse, the magic sword in his hand was used as a brush, the blood was ink, and the bloody rune was formed instantly, his body flickered, and it had turned into a bloody ray of light. to the horizon.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

Seeing that the other party was about to flee, He Pingan's thoughts turned, and the golden flying sword came first, cutting the bloody escape light in two.

A rain of blood fell from the sky, and the fierce sword energy tore the flesh and blood of the old man into pieces.

The battle between the two decided the outcome in an instant, and Zhang San who was on the side hadn't recovered from the change of escaping from death.

When he reacted, the young man in front of him had put away his flying sword and was about to turn into a light and leave.

The old Taoist just now was able to control the power of thunder, at least he was a sixth-rank monk of the Taoist sect, but he had no strength to fight back in front of this young man.

The young man in front of him is, at least, a rank five monk.

"Benefactor, please stay."

Zhang San hurried forward and bowed to He Pingan.

"Let's talk later"

The corner of He Ping'an's mouth twitched for a while, and without turning his head to leave a word, his figure turned into a ray of light and flew out.

Good guy, fortunately what Zhang San said was not fellow daoist, please stop, otherwise his sword may have fallen on Zhang San's head.

"This old man is too poor"

After more than ten breaths, He Pingan flew back muttering, holding a blood-stained storage bag in his hand, which was left by the old Taoist.

The divine sense broke through the restriction of the storage bag and poked it in. There were a bunch of messy things in it, most of them were things for cultivating Taoism, and the silver taels were only more than a hundred taels.

For a dignified sixth-rank monk, the storage bag only contains a hundred taels of silver, isn't it embarrassing?

The things of cultivating Taoism are of little significance to him, but the poisonous weeds and poisonous pills among them look very good.

There are still more than a dozen bellybands, I bah, this old pervert!
"Thank you benefactor for saving your life, dare to ask your benefactor Gao's name?"

Seeing the savior rambling at the storage bag, Zhang San could only clasped his fists again and asked.

The young man waved his hand and continued: "It's just that when the road is rough, you can draw your sword to help. You don't need a benefactor who is good. If you have a benefactor who is short, just call me Luo Xiang."

"The grace of saving lives is like recreating parents."

"Zhang San pays his respects to the benefactor."

After finishing speaking, Zhang San was about to kneel and kowtow, He Pingan raised one hand, and an invisible mana force lifted Zhang San's bowed body, preventing him from bending over.

"You black man, are you going to Qian County?"

He Pingan looked at Zhang San, and then asked.

"Exactly."

Zhang San quickly replied with a respectful expression.

According to folklore, these high-level people are all eccentric and decisive in killing. Don't look at saving themselves just now, maybe they said something wrong, and they were cut off by the young man in front of them.

"That happens to be on the same road, why not go together?"

He Pingan said with a smile.

"But it's up to the benefactor to decide."

How dare Zhang San refuse, he obediently agreed.

He Pingan was surprised that this guy was not so obedient in the drug testing department.

Don't let him drink and fight, but also be anxious with yourself...

(End of this chapter)