Chapter 30 Go to Shigang City

The scar widened his eyes and knew that the immortals were very powerful. Unexpectedly, the power of a random finger could not even bear a big mountain. "Don't worry, the immortal, I will never feel like a mountain thief again."

"Yes, Daxian, we must remember what you always say."

"I, Zhao Laosan, can't forgive him for stealing houses in the future."

With the statement of scar, the people around him also followed suit. Zhao Haoran nodded. It seems that the deterrence just now has had a certain effect. Ordinary people's fear of soul people is due to their lack of understanding of unknown things. If they really did something bad, how can Zhao Haoran find out?

However, Zhao Haoran has become omnipotent in the eyes of the mountain thieves, and he has long made up his mind to wash his hands.

The two huge arrow towers at the gate of the cottage also turned into ashes under the burning of Zhao Haoran's fire soul power, and the chains that lifted the gate were broken into pieces. After all this, Zhao Haoran was relieved. The falling rocks have destroyed the geographical environment here. Without these reliance, even if people want to be heavy It is also impossible to build an old nest of mountain thieves.

The old and young in the cottage followed Zhao Haoran not far away, waiting for the instructions of the immortal.

Zhao Haoran sacrificed the hot wheel and slowly flew far away from the air. His scar face knelt down and kowtowed with everyone, "The immortal, walk slowly."

After leaving the cottage, Zhao Haoran quietly returned to Xiao Lizhuang again. Since the trouble of the mountain thief has been removed, it is meaningless to stay. It's just to increase his troubles and hide his figure. He put down a pile of silver tickets in front of the old village head's house, which is more than 1,000, which is enough for their ancestors and grandchildren. A rich life.

"Xiaohui, where are you going?" The old voice of the village head came from the room.

The wooden shoes on the bluestone board made a crisp sound. Zhao Haoran quickly retreated to the side of the big tree beside him. No matter how good his eyes were, a mortal could not find his existence. The soul power of the wooden system merged with the surrounding environment, and the big tree was the best shelter.

Xiaohui looked around for a long time and only saw the silver ticket pressed under the small stone, not even a person.

The village head stood at the door and sighed, "Xiaohui, don't be delusional. That's a big fairy. Our identity can't be high. You'd better die."

Xiaohui raised a silver ticket, "Since he has been here, it means he won't go too far away. By the way, didn't he say he was going to Shigang City? I'm going to find him."

"Cough," the old village head hammered his chest, "Xiaohui, do you want to make me angry? The outside world is so chaotic that you, a girl, have gone so far away. What's more, the immortals are flying around in the sky. Maybe they have already arrived in Shigang City by this time. When you chase them, they will finish their things.

Xiaohui bit her lower lip tightly, looked at her wrinkled grandfather, turned around and returned to her room with a silver ticket.

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose. When did he become so charming? The life of the two was not in a straight line at all, and there was no possibility of being together at all. Maybe she could live a happy life by marrying Meng Li in the village.

Following the direction pointed out by the old village head, Zhao Haoran walked leisurely on the winding and rugged path. About an hour ago, he saw the official road. This is a popular saying. The road specially built by Liuyunguo to encourage merchants has always been collectively known as officials. Tao.

The official road is not prosperous, but it is much more lively than the paths in the wilderness of mountain villages. Due to the existence of the winter conference, Shigang City is very developed in commerce. Almost dozens of carriages pass by every half an hour. In order to avoid shocking the world, Zhao Haoran can only slowly use the speed of ordinary people. Enter.

It was dark, and he didn't even see the shadow of Shigang City. Zhao Haoran secretly regretted that he should have ridden a dragon-blooded horse, which was much faster than walking.

In desperation, he had no choice but to sleep in the wild for one night. The woods on both sides of the official road were relatively loose. Zhao Haoran casually found an open space and spread some hay. It was not a problem to deal with it for one night.

"Stop", dozens of carriages slowly headed in the direction of Shigang City. Hearing the sound, it seemed that there were a lot of heavy objects. "Take a rest here tonight and continue to drive tomorrow."

For the caravan, it is too normal to live outside at night, and Zhao Haoran doesn't care. Anyway, the well water does not violate the river. You set up your tent and I sleep on my straw mat. There is nothing to do with the two sides.

There are 70 or 80 people in the caravan, which is huge. There are 50 or 60 martial artists who escort goods alone, and the open space is limited. Zhao Haoran occupies the largest piece of space. He put down more than a dozen tents and found that the place seemed to be insufficient.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a eight-character beard came towards Zhao Haoran, "This little brother, I'm Guan Hong of Tianyu's business name. There are too many people in our caravan. The place over there is a little small. I don't know if I can wrong the little brother to move aside."

Zhao Haoran hesitated for a moment. The place on both sides of the official road is so big. What Guan Hong said is also true, but if it is squeezed, he will not be forced to the official road. Although he will not be so badly hit by the past caravans in the dark, it is not a very comfortable thing.

Guan Hong traveled south and north, and he saw a lot of people. At a glance, he knew that Zhao Haoran was not like an ordinary person, dressed casually, but if there was no momentum, ordinary people could have. "Little brother, how about this? If you don't mind, squeeze with our people. In one night, everyone will come out. It's not easy to have the door outside.

Since that's all about it, Zhao Haoran can't say anything if he excuses it. "Then I'll bother you."

Guan Hong smiled and said, "This sentence should be right for me."

After the two sides reached an agreement, Guan Hong waved his hand, came to more than a dozen martial artists, and quickly set up the tent, but there was a problem in the distribution.

When the caravan goes out, the number of tents brought is fixed. The martial artists live together, and it is convenient to guard the goods. Naturally, the tents live slowly. The women of the business family live in a tent, and there are still two tents left, one of which are managed by Guan Hong. Ten people are tightly stuffed. It's not big to put them in again. Yes.

There is only one person left. Originally, Zhao Haoran would not be crowded alone, but the other party disagreed.

"Gun Hong, come here. Who is this? How can it be arranged in my tent?"

Guan Hong came over and understood what had happened. "Young Master Guan, this gentleman made room for us, that's why I promised him to live with us. The rest is full, don't you think?"

Master Guan waved his hand impatiently, "That doesn't work. I'm not used to living in a tent with others, not to mention that such a person of unknown origin should drive him away."

Gun Hong looked at it with embarrassment, "Little brother, well, if I keep vigil today, you can just live in my tent."

Although Zhao Haoran was a little angry, since Guan Hong had given him a place, it was not easy to get angry. He just glanced at the young master and walked out of the tent.

However, the young master Guan was unhappy. "Kid, are you not convinced? Let me tell you that I am the heir of Tianyu's business. A lowly person like you will never be as good as me. Guan Hong, drive him away."

"P"

Master Guan had an extra red mark on his face. Zhao Haoran slapped him directly without using soul power. The power of his body alone could not bear as a young master with thin skin and tender flesh, and soon became swollen.

"You!" Master Guan held his face in one hand and pointed to Zhao Haoran. Because Zhao Haoran's speed was too fast, he did not react. When he felt a pain in his face, he had swollen into the size of two faces.

"Come on, kill this stinky boy. No, catch him alive. I'm going to torture him to death."

Guan Hong cried with a sad face, "Young master, why don't you forget it like this? You have a lot, and I'll drive him away immediately."

"Get out," Master Guan kicked away. "I'm the stewmerin of the business. What are you?" Zhao Haoran just looked at everything coldly. I'm afraid that the young master will die when he is the owner of the business.