Chapter 236 Breaking the plaque

In a moment, the clever and cunning teenager has disappeared into the starry grave jungle, and the proud laughter in the cool fog floated over, like a ghost fox...

At this time, a smile suddenly appeared from the corners of Han Feng's lips, and then turned into ripples. The smile became more and more full. Han Feng whispered, "Little thing, you can't escape." His fingers moved slightly, he said something in his mouth, and then closed his eyes slightly. The direction he opened his right finger was exactly the direction the teenager escaped...

Yes, Han Feng can feel the plain air like a lake, about hundreds of feet away. A thing is fleeing towards the distance. The speed is extremely fast and the route is wavering. Obviously, he wants to cause great trouble to the people who pursue him... He is effectively using those strange stone jungles and graves to hide his body... ...

"Bad boy, it's really cunning." The self-talk muttered from Han Feng's lips. The wrist trembled in the air, and a silver light suddenly came out and went to the northwest... A faint sound came from the far away in the blink of an eye... Han Feng's smile was even more... His wrist slowly shook, as if controlling some kind of air machine in the air, and something flew over from a distance and fell on his face with a bang. A ten feet away, and then the sound of ouch suddenly rises...

"It hurts me so much."

The shout came from the teenager's mouth. I don't know when his body was tied up by a rope, like a zongzi...

Han Feng smiled and looked at the performance-like shouting of the teenager in front of him. His face was flat, and his right hand rubbed his chin slightly, which was not clear...

"Hey, why are you so cruel that you almost strangled my arm..." The teenager finally stopped shouting, turned his head to look at Han Feng, and asked fiercely.

Han Feng smiled, his tall nose**, and took a breath of the faint fragrance in the air. The damp air was mixed with a faint fragrance. His eyes seemed to smile. He looked at the complaining teenager and said, "Am I waiting for you to admit defeat in gambling?"

The teenager jumped up from the ground like a cat with its tail stepped on. The silvery rope also tied his legs tightly. He jumped on the ground twice with the rope. Finally, he couldn't control his balance. He fell to the ground and looked at Han Feng and said angrily, "If you lose, what's going to lose? Did you catch up with me with light skills?

Han Feng looked at his scoundrel and felt very ridiculous. He smiled and said, "You are really not an ordinary scoundrel, but when did I say that I would catch you with light kung fu? I just said that you can't escape..."

The teenager smiled dryly and said, "Well, it's not good for me to admit defeat. You let me go."

"It's natural to let you go, call out the Xumi Qiankun bag..."

"How can I find you to tie my hand? Uncle, could you please take it easy?

Han Feng saw that he was struggling, but the rope became more and more sleepy and tight. The rope had fallen deeply into his body, like a big meat zongzi, and it was really uncomfortable. In his mouth, the rope snapped and loosened his upper body... The teenager's hands were finally liberated, and he moved the strangled red Both hands... Two white arms have been strangled out of the lines of the road... The teenager pointed to the still tied legs and smiled bitterly to Han Feng, "Sir, please do it to the end and untie these legs..." Han Feng pondered slightly. The teenager looked at Han Feng's hesitation and raised his left hand and said, "Grandfather, I swear again. Don't run..." Han Feng glanced at the teenager and moved his heart. The rope emitted a faint silver glow and disappeared with a swish...

The teenager got up from the ground and finally finished his hands and feet. He looked at Han Feng and said with fear, "Grandpa, what is your baby? Why is it so powerful?" Han Feng smiled and said, "It's okay to tell you. This is a string of fairy rope. No matter how far you run, you can't escape... Ha ha..." Seeing the teenager's eyes shaking, he knew what the hell he was thinking... With a slight cough, the teenager looked up, and Han Feng was staring at him with a smile, as if he had seen through it. He couldn't help but be shocked... He no longer dared to dispel the wild thoughts in his heart...

"Ber the bag." Han Feng stretched out his hand to the teenager and fixed his eyes on him... The teenager reached into his arms, touched it for a while, and suddenly panicked and said, "Oh, I don't know where the bad thing has been left? ...Let's find it quickly. Uncle, you just chased me in a hurry, and I was panicked for a moment... Hey..." Looking at his panic, if you don't know, you may have been deceived by him... The teenager still looked at Han Feng's face and knew that Han Feng didn't believe him, and couldn't help saying loudly, "Grandpa, If you don't believe it, please search my body. ..." Looking at his serious appearance, it's really a little credible... However, now that Han Feng has a thorough understanding of the people in front of him, he will definitely believe it in the past, but now he is already Wu Xia A Meng, and naturally he will not believe the little slippery head in front of him...

Han Feng leaned loosely on a clean lying bullstone, put a grass-cutting leaf in his mouth, and said, "Ha ha... I have a way for you to find that thing quickly..."

"What?" The teenager stopped panicking and turned his head to look at Han Feng, with a strange look in his eyes...

"I think if I give you over to the four ghosts of Beipi now, I think he will be very grateful to me..." Han Feng sneered. The teenager shouted and shouted, "Uncle, you can't be so despicable. I have an irreconsolate hatred with the four ghosts in Beipi, and they will definitely kill me..." Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, looked at Han Feng in surprise and said, "How can you know about me? You...you investigate me..." Han Feng smiled and did not answer, which made the other party feel like falling into the fog. He couldn't see through Han Feng's depth, and his heart beat the little drum more and more...

With a "pop", he spit out the chewing grass leaves in his mouth. Han Feng's face became solemn and slowly said, "Maybe you don't know that my patience is limited. If you lose it, it doesn't matter. I'll just do it according to my own ideas..." The teenager's face has changed. From his intuition, he can see Han Feng is a person who can do it...

"Don't...let me look for it again..." The teenager smiled dryly and said repeatedly. Oh, can you find it?" The teenager's face was neat, and his palms were skillfully in the air. A bag actually appeared in his palm, as if it had been transformed out of thin air...

The bag depicts complicated runes, which is exactly the Xumi Qiankun bag that Han Feng lost.

Ha, a suction came from Han Feng's hand, and the Xumi Qiankun bag flew up and returned to Han Feng's hand... Han Feng intuitively saw that the seal on the mouth of the bag had not been opened or destroyed, and his heart was settled. Put it in your arms...

"Don't look, I haven't opened it." The teenager said sourly. What has entered its hands has never been dug out, but today is the first time...

"Grandpa, can I go?"

"What's the hurry? You seem to have forgotten something?" Han Feng smiled.

The teenager's face has changed and said angrily, "Don't think that I'm really afraid of you. I just don't know you because I took your things. It's rare that you really want to force me?"

"Good." Han Feng replied in a long voice, staring at the teenager, with a faint sense of provocation. The teenager looked at Han Feng for a long time and saw what he was measuring. In the end, the teenager was like a deflated ball and said, "Master, you have been defeated. If you have anything, just say..."

"Ha ha, your name."

"Jia Ming."

"Are you really going to make me angry?" Han Feng's plain tone has a blatant threat. The teenager was so exquisite that he didn't dare to tease Han Feng's nerves and finally said, "Empty. If I lie to you again this time, I will make five thunder..." Han Feng couldn't help laughing when he saw his serious appearance. Then, he straightened his face and said, "Don't forget my three conditions..." The teenager's face was as ugly as crying... Han Feng couldn't help laughing, and he finally found the direction of the fragrance...

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Qingyang Inn.

The innkeeper's surname is Liu, and he is a fat man in his fifties, so he is called Fat Liu, and because of his seventh, some people call him Fat Liu Qi... He has opened an inn in Qingyang Town for more than 30 years, but he has never been happy these days, because the guests staying in Qingyang Inn these days have been full. ... Moreover, every guest who comes to stay doesn't ask about the price... However, Fat Liu Qi is still a little uneasy. As the saying goes, there will be no pie in the sky. He has become an old greasy stick in this Beipi Blood Street for 30 years, and his eyes are more poisonous than poisonous snakes. He can see that none of the guests are fuel-efficient lamps. ...However, it is not afraid. After staying in this Beipi Blood Street for a long time, it also has its own momentum...

The cold fog in the morning filled the air. Because it was already full, several waves of guests were blocked by it... Now he is sitting on a wide locust wooden chair, leisurely smoking hookahs, boredly watching a few sparrows chasing on the ground and pecking several small green insects on the ground...

"Boss, are there some beautiful women staying here? ......”

Abrupt voice sounded, and fat Liu Qi was shocked and came to his senses. He found that at some point, a thin man had stood in front of him without a sound, as if he suddenly emerged from the bottom... The man's whole body was wrapped in a large black cloak. , can hardly see the appearance on his face, let alone his age... He only showed a pair of gray eyes. Although fat Liu Qi was broad, he had a bad temper and often beat or scold his men in the inn. At this moment, he was shocked and couldn't help but be very angry.

"How can this early morning forgive Qingxiu..." He raised his head and stared at a pair of gray strange eyes. When he was about to curse, he couldn't help swallowing into his stomach, turning into a dry smile, and stattering, "Yes... Yes, excuse me... Guest... Guest, what do you have? Something?" The man in black did not say anything. He turned around and walked into the inn. His feet were like stepping on the air. To be precise, it should be drifting away... Fat Liu Qi woke up from the dullness just now, shook his head and muttered, "It's really his grandmother's evil door. His spirit just now seemed to be controlled, and he couldn't help doing it by himself. Lord." He was about to turn around to find the shadow of the man in black. At this time, there was a loud noise outside the inn. The plaque of Qingyang Inn was smashed with something... At this time, the figure in black who was about to walk into the backyard actually walked into the cool fog out of thin air, as strange as when he came...< /P>

Fat Liu Qi's lazy appearance disappeared, and the light flowed out of his eyes for a moment, and then disappeared in an instant. Suddenly, he returned to his original appearance. His trembling body rushed forward tremblingly and shouted, "Don't you want to live? Is it rare to know the power of the seventh master? ..." From the ups and downs of his back, it can be seen that the anger in his heart is about to burn...

"Who dares to break the plaque of Qingyang Inn? It's rare that you don't know who opened this inn and blinded your dog's eyes. Today, the seventh master will let you know how many eyes of Prince Ma..." In the continuous scolding, fat Liu Qi rushed out of the door of Qingyang Inn like an angry leopard...

However, he went out quickly and came in faster. With a loud noise, his fat body flew into the courtyard like a big fat pig, and the door of Qingyang Inn also broke into pieces...

Several burly figures covered the light from the doorway, and then slowly walked in... The noisy sound of the guests in the courtyard stopped abruptly...

Fat Liu Qi's fat body quickly got up from the ground and didn't care about patting the dust on his clothes. He bowed to his head and said, "Master, I don't know that you are the old man coming, so you disdain. You don't care about the villain. Don't care about me, Liu Qi..."

"Your grandmother's fat Liu Qi, the ghost master won't bother you, I'm afraid I forgot the ghost master's last name... Grandma scolded your ghost master..." While talking, the dark man with his eyes and eyebrows had opened his palm-sized fingers and suddenly fell on the face of fat Liu Qi... The muscles on fat Liu Qi's face He shook without a trace, and his fat body bent inadvertently, and the ghost's hand actually fell empty...

The dark man with his eyes and eyebrows was almost crooked and said angrily, "His grandma, fat Liu Qi, how dare you hide?" As soon as the body moved, his right leg had been kicked out and went to Fat Liu Qi's heart. If one foot was implemented, I'm afraid that Fat Liu Qi would be useless... Fat Liu Qi's ears trembled, and no one saw the cold brilliance in his eyes...

At this moment, a gentle cough suddenly came from the door, as if it were a silent order. The ghost's right leg stopped abruptly and stopped in the air so stiffly... Neither a minute forward nor an inch back, his whole body was fixed in the air like a clay sculpture...

A pair of blue thin-soled fast boots, stepping on the threshold of Qingyang Inn...