The old white bearded dao's joy at finding pleasure in the abuse of vegetables was frozen on his face, and at that moment, a hand was holding its tip steadily above the floating dust, and the owner of this hand was no other than Han Qianqian.
What the fuck, he was obviously just watching from across the room, how come he was suddenly behind him?
Moreover, the most important thing was that, with a cultivation level as high as his own, he hadn't noticed it at all?
However, no matter what, since his weapon had been taken away from him, he had to get it back no matter what, so the white-bearded old daoist gritted his teeth and pulled desperately towards himself.
But no matter how hard he tried, even though the old face under the white beard and white eyebrows was red, the duster that was pulled by Han Qianqian did not move even a little bit.
"Let go, let go of me, you despicable child, have the guts to let go and fight." People always have silly words that pop up when they are annoyed, and this has nothing to do with age.
You can't even rip your own weapon out of someone else's hand, yet you want to fight them loose, isn't that bullshit?
"Good." Han Qianqian suddenly laughed, followed by a loosening of his hand, releasing his duster.
The white-bearded old daoist who was exerting himself frantically would not have expected Han Qianqian to let go so painfully and suddenly, and the effect of inertia directly caused him to roll around on the ground at once.
"Hahahahahahaha!"
Almost at the same time, the crowd in the hall erupted in thunderous mockery, while the Tiangui Palace disciples looked embarrassed, and Zhong Beihai even put his head away, not having the face to look at all.
"What use are you if you want it and you can't hold it?" Han Qianqian smiled faintly and dropped down from the ground, then took a few steps to Dagger Twelve's front and examined the wound on his arm.
Knife Twelve lowered his head in a moment of guilt, "Three thousand, I'm sorry for embarrassing you."
"I'm the one who didn't take care of you." Han Qianqian smiled gently, then, patted Dagger Twelve's shoulder, "Wait for some time, I'll teach you!"
As soon as Knife Twelve heard this, he nodded his head happily, "Good."
"It doesn't have to be much use, at least if you see an old man like this fall down in the future, you can still help up." After Han Qianqian finished speaking, he looked at the white-bearded old dao on the ground and said blandly.
Once they heard Han Qianqian's words, there was another burst of laughter from the Mystic Alliance. It was true that they were teaching Blade Twelve, but it was also true that they were making fun of the old man at the same time.
The white-bearded old Taoist struggled to get up from the ground, covered in dust and weeds, and blew his beard and glared in anger, pointing at Han Qianqian and cursing angrily, "You shameless child, how dare you use underhanded tricks?"
"You asked me to give you the stuff, so how can I call it a dirty trick?" Han Qianqian said disdainfully, while sweeping a glance at the white-bearded old Taoist, disdainfully saying, "Don't you want to let go of the fight? Come on."
"You think I'm afraid of you?" The white-bearded old Daoist shouted angrily, his body instantly opened up again with Qi energy, and a green aura faintly flashed on his entire body.
"That's it?" Han Qianqian laughed coldly, his qi opened at the same time, and an extremely strong black qi and golden light suddenly mixed and gushed out from his body!
Without comparison there is no harm, if you simply look at the green blanket on the white bearded old dao's body, it is indeed scary enough, but compared to Han Qianqian's one ......
"It's simply fucking weak." Zhong Beihai covered his face, the expression on his face both wanted to fucking laugh, but then again that was his own senior brother, couldn't laugh at all.
The white-bearded old dao also saw this, and a large part of his momentary aura was gone, but soon he steadied himself again, false, all fucking false.
It was just like when he helped them fight those zombies, this guy was all this and that, but the result was all fucking thunder but little rain.
But what he's doing is just bluffing, fooling people outside is fine, trying to fool an expert like him, isn't that pure bullshit?
"An expert of the Eight Desolate Realm, that's a bit interesting." Han Qianqian smiled gently, still recognising the strength of this shameless old man.
"Kid, a little bit of eyesight, but it's too late to find out now. Because of you kid, you have angered me." As soon as the words fell, a green stream of light flashed above the whisk, and then fiercely attacked towards Han Qianqian.
As the dust was thrown, the air around him was slightly moved by the huge force on it, and the ground was even filled with flying sand and rocks.
The Eight Wastelands experts were really something else, the moment they struck was extremely powerful.
"Fuck, beat him to death."
The Tiangui Palace disciples' confidence burned anew at the white bearded old dao's outburst.
But ......
"Snap!"
Suddenly, just as they were about to raise their arms and shout, the whisk also instantly slapped down on Han Qianqian's arm.
Only, after the slap went down, Han Qianqian did not appear to be in the same situation as Blade Twelve, instead he stood in place and with his other hand he also gently pressed the head of the duster against his struck arm.
"It's my turn." Han Qianqian smiled disdainfully.
"Snap!"
Suddenly, Han Qianqian grabbed the duster and flung it violently, the white-bearded Daoist who was holding the end then just felt as if his hand had been stirred up, and then the stick of the duster also came straight out of his hand ......
With a muffled sound ......
The old white-bearded Taoist's nose instantly turned red ......
But that was just the beginning ......