The man in black raised his head and looked at him and asked, "But I still don't understand, where did you get such great strength."

"Do I have great strength? It doesn't seem to be."

The old beggar used his other hand to pull open the collar, revealing a heart-protecting mirror that was tightly pressed against his chest, and said with a smile: "It should be that your strength has become smaller."

The heart protection mirror was wrapped with a red rope and hung on his chest, as if made of ceramic, reflecting the luster of moon white, and looked extremely fragile, but the man in black knew that this was one of the hardest things in the world.

The man in black was silent for a while and said, "Is this the broken bowl you used to beg for food? It's such a waste of resources."

This heart protection mirror is a famous magic weapon, extremely hard, and in addition to defense, it can also block the breath.

It was the old beggar who used this heart-protecting mirror to lock the meridians in the black-clad man's hands, allowing the energy to run stagnate.

Without vitality, the man in black can't get much more powerful than ordinary people.

Feng Xiaohan was still smashing the barrier outside the barrier, and deafening roar kept ringing. The man in black couldn't help but think that Ruofeng Xiaohan was hit by this move, and he thought that he could use brute force to break through the aura blockade of the heart protection mirror.

The old beggar was already accumulating sword intent when he spoke. Although the sword intent was not perfect at this time, it was already very powerful.

He looked at the man in black and asked seriously: "What are you going to do next?"

The old beggar knew that things could not be so simple. The realm of breaking the void has become extraordinary. After crossing the gap, it is no longer a physical body. Even if he has fallen into his palm, and the other party has just broken the realm, his realm is not as solid as himself.

It is also difficult for an old beggar to kill the man in black.

He believed that this guy would never end up just by doing so.

The man in black laughed unpleasantly, his robe moved without wind, and the golden silk threads at his cuffs exuded a vague atmosphere.

The old beggar's eyes changed and he said in a deep voice: "How many treasures do you have?"

This black robe is definitely not a common thing, and the pattern on the cuffs is also a magic weapon. Including the object that strengthens the palm power on the wrist and this small sword in the west, even Guo Mingzhe cannot carry so many top-quality treasures with him.

The old beggar shouted loudly, held a stick as a sword, and slashed from top to bottom towards his head.

The bamboo leaves around were rustling, and the sword intent in the sky turned into wind and snow, carrying a faint sense of loneliness in the world.

Even the barrier was somewhat volatile, and cracks even appeared in some weak places.

This sword is called "Enjoying the World", and it is also an unavoidable human matter.

Although it was not his most powerful sword technique, he had the deepest experience of this sword because it was his own move.

The man in black quietly watched the bamboo stick fall down, his eyes dry and unwavering, and only looked extremely cold at everything in the world.

He did not move at all, but the gradually strong breath at his cuffs indicated that he had not given up on resistance.

Is this disdain or fearless?

The bamboo stick fell on top of his head, easily splitting his body, cutting him in half, and then the tip of the stick fell on the ground.

The powerful sword energy suddenly exploded, and the sudden wind and dust raised by the explosion enveloped the man in black.

Those who get this sword will definitely be torn into pieces by the sword energy.

After the dust settled, the old beggar stood there, looking at the pit in front of him with expressionless faces that was blown up by the sword energy. The place where the man in black was originally standing.

Logically speaking, unless you rely on your strong vitality to devour the sword energy of Li Hongchen, anyone will undoubtedly die.

The old beggar has tried his best. Even if the man in black is not dead, it is still a disaster. However, there is only one arm in the pit, which is the hand that was caught by the old beggar holding the Xilin Xiaojian.

After the old beggar looked around and confirmed that there were no black fish man's corpse around him, he raised his eyebrows, looked puzzled, and murmured: "Have you run away?"

When the bamboo stick was cut off, he felt something was wrong. It seemed that it was not the flesh and blood body that hit the tofu with one size fit.

What is certain is that when the sword energy exploded, it did attack the other party. The man in black should have been seriously injured at this time, and there is a lot of danger.

The ripples in the barrier were still rising, and Feng Xiaohan's figure was vaguely visible through the barrier barrier. Since the barrier was not broken, how did the man in black leave here?

The old beggar took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. During this fight, he was also injured, not to mention that he was shocked by a sword coming from the west, his mind was turbulent, and his heart was frustrated. Although he had calmed down at this time, he urgently needed a rest and was not suitable to consider so much.

He picked up the small sword in Xilin, carefully put it away, and carried the broken arm of the man in black to the barrier wall.

The old beggar pondered for a moment, pointed out with a point, and his fingertips contained amazing power, and the direction was the weakest part of the barrier.

With a "bang!", spider-web-like cracks appeared where the fingertips fell, and spread around at a rapid speed, covering the entire barrier in an instant.

Outside the barrier, Feng Xiaohan smashed his fist with powerful brute force, directly breaking the entire barrier, and the barrier of the barrier turned into spiritual energy and returned to the world.

“What the hell happened?”

Feng Xiaohan glanced at the broken arm in the old beggar's hand and asked, "Are you okay?"

The old beggar said, "Let's talk about it when you go back."

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...

In the cellar of Zizhuyuan, Feng Xiaohan and the old beggar sat opposite each other.

The old beggar had closed his eyes for a long time. Feng Xiaohan knew that he was healing and could not disturb him, so he sat aside and waited.

After a while, the old beggar opened his eyes, and a spit out of his eyes, and opened his mouth and spit out the pitch black blood.

The old beggar wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and said with a smile: "Although the guy was still injured after letting go, he was not without gain."

Then, he said what happened outside the library and said seriously: "Today is the second time I met him, and last time I was in the same place."

Feng Xiaohan thought for a while and asked, "Is there something he wants in the library?"

The old beggar shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be. If the target is really a library, then he should have taken action while I'm away. Moreover, the old thing in the library is not a good role to deal with. There is no need to fight with me first and then provoke that guy."

Feng Xiaohan knew that the old thing he was talking about was the old man who had been sitting behind the cabinet in front of the library door. He looked just an ordinary old man, and it seemed nothing big.

But the old beggar often mentioned the old man, and he admired him in his words. He once admitted that he did not want to easily face him even in his heyday.

Feng Xiaohan raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "You mean he was going for you?"

The old beggar looked at him and said, "I am a stinky beggar. What can he like to be attracted to? It is obvious that they are coming for you."

Feng Xiaohan's brow was even more provoked and he asked, "I'm just a wild boy from the wilderness. What's going to be targeted by him?"

The old beggar thought about it and said seriously: "We have known each other for so long. During this period, my father-in-law said that your method of picking up girls and picking girls has not yet mastered the basics. You can learn anything on the spot. Moreover, you have just arrived for three months, and your combat power is already the best among this generation of disciples. If I were the man in black, I would definitely be very interested in you."

"You're still embarrassed to say it?"

Feng Xiaohan rolled his eyes and said, "You were sent by the head of the Lou to protect me and teach me how to be a human being, but he told me how to use my sister. If he knew about it, he would definitely break your legs."

The old beggar was furious when he heard this, but he was not angry that his legs were dog legs, because he was nominally Feng Xiaohan's dog legs after all.

He said in the first half of the sentence: "You uncivilized wild boy, you are really angry. My father-in-law, how many times have you told you that a man should spend all the girls in the world and get all the girls in the world. If you don't have the magical skills of picking up girls in the world, why is it useful to be a human being in this life?"
Chapter completed!