The Divine Dao Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 220
Ling Han casually threw a slap, and pa, the fatty holding the sword was sent flying.
"Huh?" Swordsman, Old Zhang's expression stiffened. He thought that the fatty was showing off, but no matter how he showed off, there was no reason to slap the other party — it instantly raised his vigilance.
"This is weird!" the fat man holding the sword said as he got up, stroking his sick face.
"Well where is it?" Old Zhang asked.
"His strength was strangely great, when he held my wrist now, I couldn't even be free," the fatso holding the sword said honestly with his face on fire; if he tried to lie to save his face, he said, it could get them both killed.
"Could it be an innate gift like a shocking physical strength?" Old Zhang who was holding the sword speculated.
"It should be. His presence was clearly only from the first layer of the Element Gathering Tier," the sword-wielding fatso said with complete certainty.
The two men stared intently at Ling Han. "Son, we originally had no grievances or resentments, but if you must try to be brave, then you seek your own death!"
Ling Han sighed because he never thought of helping. Adventuring here meant having the determination to face danger, but who let the youngster crash into him with two impatient middle-aged men to attack them on his tail?
The fact remained that he seemed easy to bully, and now that they had learned a small lesson, they started taking him seriously.
"Hu Niu, the skinny one is up to you," Ling Han said with a smile. She might as well let Hu Niu practice .. The little girl had the Wu Clan's Gushing Spring Tier people walk around in circles the other time, though, so the man in the ninth layer of the Element Gathering Tier before them should not pose much danger to him.
"Good!" Hu Niu immediately jumped out. Other than eating, fighting and such were his favorite activities — unless they had already been in the Imperial City so far, thus Ling Han would not let him fight.
"What!?" Old Zhang who was holding a sword almost had a crooked nose in anger. He let a five, six year old little girl fight with him? He could not help but think of the evil idea — he would split the little girl in two and use her bloodied corpse to tell Ling Han what the result of making her angry.
"Son, let's practice a little more!" Fatso who was holding the sword developed her sword. “This time, I will definitely not underestimate you.” Those words implied that he lost early just because he was careless.
Ling Han smiled, and said, "Your face is still sick, right?"
"You ..." The fat holding the sword was instantly enraged from embarrassment; the slap must have hit him hard, to the point that it still felt stinging.
"Since you know the pain, why can't you remember and learn?" Ling Han shook his head and laughed. "You've become a dead man because you released your sword against me; it doesn't matter if you don't remember."
"Omong empty! T!" fatso who was holding the sword shouted. With both of his hands holding the sword hilt, he powerfully erupted with a powerful attack. "The great heaven demon sword, the sky splitting and the ground being destroyed, I, Zhu Qian Kun are invincible …"
Pu's!
He had yet to finish his war, yet his stomach had already received a loud kick and his entire body instantly flew out like a cannonball. Peng, he fell hard to the ground and shrank like a shrimp, his face convulsing.
Ling Han pulled back his leg. In this attack, he used 20-30% of his strength, but for opponents in the ninth layer of the Element Gathering Level, that much power was enough to be lethal. However, this fatso was so fat that its strength was redistributed by a large amount of fat; unexpectedly, the kick did not destroy its internal organs, but the skin all over its body broke under a great shock, instantly turning him into a man covered in tragic blood.
Even though his life was saved, the fatso could only groan, no longer having the slightest battle power.
On the other hand, Hu Niu played very satisfied. His cultivation progress was extremely fast, and he was now at the seventh layer of the Element Gathering Tier. He continued with the old sword user fearlessly, showing a speed advantage over him and spinning behind his opponent for a surprise attack; all this time, all this time, Old Zhang couldn't even land a single attack on him.
Behind Ling Han, the youngster stared with his mouth agape.
A youngster in the first layer of the Element Gathering Tier wasted an opponent in the ninth layer of the Element Gathering Tier with a kick, and a little girl of five, six years old completely suppressed her opponent. . . what kind of monsters are these two?
After a momentary effort, Hu Niu slapped the unconscious Old Zhang sword user and laughed as he returned to Ling Han's side, returning to the look of a cute and pure little princess.
Pa, pa!
At this moment, the youngster was using a stone to slap fatso and old head Zhang became porridge to make sure they died — not even a Heaven Tier warrior would survive it.
Ling Han could not help but stare at him twice more; this youngster was extremely ruthless.
"Thank you, benefactor, for upholding justice and saving me!" The young man quickly threw away the stone, and, with a humble expression, he said, "I am called Yang Ming, I am from the Stone Country. Please don't blame me, I was hunted far away and almost lost my life. At least I should do that to vent the hatred in my heart. "
Both of them are just — robbers if they die, then that's all; ling Han doesn't care about them. What surprised him was Yang Ming's expression as he began to finish them off without the slightest bit of emotion, appearing in cold blood.
"Benefactor, can I come? I was separated from my family when I entered, but I was sure I could definitely meet them in the middle hall. When that time comes, the seniors of my family will definitely repay you generously." Yang Ming looked sincerely at Ling Han.
Not sure how long before reaching the canyon ahead, with many dangers ahead, it would naturally be safer to cling to someone strong.
Ling Han smiled as he looked at the others. While this guy is talking all this nonsense, he just wants him as a bodyguard — he's not bad at lying to people.
Yang Ming saw that Ling Han was unmoved, then said reluctantly, "Helper, you know why they are hunting me?"
"Because you look like a fat sheep?" Ling Han laughed.
"That's half." Yang Ming shook his head, and continued, "In the village ahead, I was very lucky to find the ancient records .. but I immediately bumped into the two of them and was hunted by them.
I placed an ancient record on top of a already dry tree — as long as the benefactor promised to protect me along the way, I am willing to give you an ancient record. "
Ancient records?
Ling Han pondered, and said, "What is the ancient record about?"
"I only saw him for a moment. The ancient record should have been the diary of the natives, recording the details of the Ring-shaped Mountain," Yang Ming said, pausing, then continuing, "There is also a map inside!"
The final words moved Ling Han. He was very interested in the depths of the Ring-shaped Mountain, wanting to investigate its secrets.
"Alright, let's get that ancient record," Ling Han nodded.
Yang Ming was overjoyed to hear this answer; normally, like a cultivator for "books" related to the arts and skills of — they would naturally not glance at other books more than once. He was just betting, and unexpectedly, Ling Han actually gave him an appointment.