I am the master of all worlds

Chapter 175 Old man, I have been waiting for a long time

Coming out of Xuanhuang City, Old Han Fei was not fast, and even looked like an understatement.

Being targeted by the Zhang family and revealing his name, in Lao Han's eyes, a person who does not fear slaves is already a dead person.

Since the death of the head of the Zhang family of the previous generation, the Zhang family acted in a low-key manner. Most of the Zhang family's masters have not done anything for six or seven years.

Now that he himself feels unfamiliar, it is inevitable that he needs to recall it again, lest he just uttered a big word in front of the young master, but in the end he was beaten to death again in the end.

After all, it will be a fierce battle, especially if the opponent is a fearless slave who has a blood feud with him, it is better to prepare in advance than to prepare nothing at all.

Blood feud!

Whenever he thinks about it, Lao Han feels that there is a big stone in his heart.

Back then, he fell in love with a girl,
At that time, he was still close friends with Bu Wei Nu, and even Bu Wei Nu was not called Bu Wei Nu.

But then... alas!

The martial arts are high, and the emotions are at a loss.

He is called the demon Han Tao by the world, and his best friend is also called the fearless slave by the world.

The heavenly demon is the curse that the world places on itself, cursing itself for being heavily in debt, and cursing itself for wanton killing.

Not being afraid of a slave is a kind of teasing, teasing that a best friend who was never afraid before became a slave after falling in love with a girl.

Servant... oh!

If time comes back, I would rather be a slave.

It's a pity that people are no longer young, and for the sake of martial arts, I personally left the woman I liked at the house of my best friend on that rainy day, begging to take care of her.

later,

Later..., the heart of Dao was broken, the robe was cut off, and the decisive battle was fought on an unnamed mountain.

He is called a heavenly demon by the world, how can he be that kind of silent person!

With one move, he ruthlessly beheaded the girl who was in the arms of her best friend, but she was completely defeated in the first battle.

However, he didn't die, and this incident was only temporarily forgotten. How can he not report the hatred of taking his wife!

"Perhaps, I'm really...bewitched."

No matter how slow he flies, Han Tao is still a true immortal, but in one day he has reached the foot of the Wuming Mountain where he used to fight against slaves.

The grass grows and the warblers fly, this is Buzhou, the temperature is higher than that of Qianzhou, the road up the mountain is covered by messy weeds, there is only one small road that is often occupied by people, and it is barely pedestrian at this time.

On the side of the path, a stone tablet stands quietly, as if an old man is telling everything about the past.

However, the words on the stone are not afraid of Nuti,

Han Tao knew it.

Stretching out his hand, majestic celestial power surged, but after several twists and turns, it did not fall after all.

Go up the mountain with your hands behind your back, one step, one step... walking very steadily and slowly.

There was only one sentence left in place that lasted a long time.

"Luoyaoshan, you deserve to mention the word Yao? A shameless person who can take care of his brother and sister-in-law even in bed!"

Luoyao Mountain is 2000 meters high and low, and the entire mountain range is more than 60 miles long and wide. It is not considered a high mountain or a big mountain in Buzhou. It can only be an unknown hill.

For an hour, the top of the mountain was in sight, but it was less than a thousand meters away, but Han Tao changed his way and came to a flat open space.

A thatched hut, more than ten acres of cultivated land, and an old cow.

Originally, the thatched cottage should have two rooms, one belonging to himself and the person he killed, which is the guest room.One is the main house that belongs to No Fear of Slaves.

But now, the room that belonged to him has obviously disappeared, and it has even been summarized as a piece of cultivated land, and an old cow is allowed to walk around on it.

"It seems that the past few years have been very nourishing!"

"Oh," on the ridge of the field, an old man in rough clothes raised his head, looked at Han Tao who was not far away in a brocade and fur coat, and just put down his hoe and replied indifferently: "Are you here?"

It felt like greeting someone who was so ordinary that he had only met a few times.

"Yamashita's words, you are not qualified!"

"Eligibility? Who knows."

The old man is not afraid of slaves. At this time, Han Tao is aggressive, and he just shakes his head without fear of slaves.

"In this world, apart from saints, there is no qualification or disqualification."

At the end, I added a sentence: "You said it."

Han Tao was silent, this sentence was exactly what he said when he was young and frivolous.

It's just that I don't want to be used here, but to be used to hate myself.

boom! ! !
A sudden explosion sounded from the bottom of the mountain. No need to guess, the stone engraved with the three characters of Luoyao Mountain shattered.

Walking forward step by step, all the crops along the way were ground into flying ash by the fierce immortal power, staring at the fearless slave with oppressive eyes, Han Tao's voice sounded again.

"Then now, let me say!"

"People who don't know shame, don't know righteousness, and don't pay attention to credibility have no right to engrave letters!"

"Can?!"

Finally, a wave appeared in Bu Wei Nu's eyes that hadn't changed for some time.

The waves were so small that they were even suppressed instantly, but they still made him sigh.

For so many years, the heart that had been suppressed by him woke up.

The lover died tragically in his arms, that scene was really, really, painful...

"There's nothing wrong with it," he turned and walked towards the house, "After all, we still have to rely on our strength to speak."

squeak~
The wooden door of the thatched hut opened as soon as it was pushed, and the things inside were a bit messy, except for a picture drawn with a plain pen on the wall, which was clean.

In the painting, there is a girl dancing happily in front of her. Her face is so delicate that the pores of her body can be seen. Behind the girl is a rough boy with no face.

Further on, there is a dull young man, his eyes are full of longing and envy, which is almost similar to the old Buwei slave.

Looking at the paintings on the wall, Bu Wei Nu sighed bitterly, and began to rummage in the corner, as if looking for something.

"Do you want to find something you like when you are dying, and then hold it on the road?"

"Or are you looking for weapons?"

Han Tao was already not far from the thatched hut, and it was a little mocking to be rummaging through boxes and cabinets at this time in the face of the defiant slave, or this is the joy that comes only when seeing the enemy's downfall.

It's just that this kind of fun didn't last long,

In the eyes of Han Tao who couldn't believe it, Bu Wei Nu found out a rotten immortal sword with two small copper balls hanging on the handle.

Through the door of the thatched hut, Han Tao completely let go when he saw the yuba's immortal sword and the copper ball that should have belonged to his woman.

The knives are rotten, today is the time when the opponent's blood splashed five steps, and the blood washed away the hatred of the opponent for taking his wife and the hatred of serious injuries.

As long as I can completely put an end to the past in my heart, then maybe I will have a chance to rebel against the immortal way and become a martial immortal in the future.

Even the dignity of a saint is no longer illusory.

After all, it is not in vain to stay in Tingshui Pavilion for so many years.
How much, there is a hope.

"Is this knife still usable?" He sneered disdainfully, "How about I give you one? It's a good treasured knife that you use like this, and the hard work of those master swordsmiths is in vain."

"Forget it, your sword demon is too strong."

"That's better than your lewdness of seizing your sister-in-law and killing your brother!"

Han Tao ridiculed
Bu Wei Nu flicked the blade, and a somewhat mixed sound appeared in the ear cavity.

"It works."

Holding the rusty knife, he went outside and looked at Han Tao.

Looking at the room behind her again, she said, "Go and fight elsewhere, even if she has gone, but her relics, I think...you don't want to destroy them."

"I think it's dirty!"

Turning around and flying into the sky, Han Tao opened the folding fan in his hand and pointed at Bu Wei Nu.

(End of this chapter)