At this time, the young warrior next to him was so frightened that he knelt down on his knees, banging his head on the ground as if pounding garlic, crying for mercy.

When Tang Feifan saw Han Bing step forward, he looked like he was going to take someone's life. He felt anxious, rushed over and hugged Han Bing, and shouted loudly: "Don't kill him, stop it!"

Han Bing turned his head, and King Kong roared with angry eyes: "If you bully others, you will die!" As he said that, he wanted to raise his sword to take action.

"Have you forgotten your family? They are still waiting for you to rescue them. If you kill him, where can we hide?" Tang Feifan whispered eagerly.

As soon as Han Bing heard the words "family member", he calmed down a bit. Although his body was still leaning forward and struggling, the force was getting smaller and smaller, and his expression gradually relaxed.

Feifei waited until he was completely quiet, then released his hands and shouted at the young man who was still kowtowing: "Go and pull him up."

"Okay..." the young man responded and stood up, quickly ran to the manure pit, picked up a long bamboo pole, and pulled the black-faced warrior up. Immediately, the young man quickly retreated several meters.

, standing upright and far away from him.

The black-faced warrior stood still with dirty hands and dirty face, and kept spitting out filth in his mouth. After a long while, he said fearfully: "My hero... Oh, sir, spare your life! It's all my fault."

, please...you forgive me."

Seeing that the two Han Bings were silent, he raised his hand and greeted his accomplice: "Come here." The young man next to him held his nose and slowly moved closer to him.

The black-faced warrior saw the way he disliked him and immediately became furious, but he still swallowed his anger and whispered: "Go and give them five hundred yuan."

The young man looked at him in confusion, and it took him a long time to realize that he wanted to use money to ward off the disaster! Then, he ran into the house and took out a lot of change.

"Brother, this is our tribute to you, please keep it." He was not a warrior, so he called Han Bing his eldest brother.

Tang Feifan took the money and counted it, and said with a half-smile: "Han Bing, it's a total of 500 yuan, that's it?"

Han Bing said with a cold face: "It's missing!"

Feifan smiled, turned to the young man and said, "Didn't you hear? Go get some more...double it!"

The young man felt miserable for a moment, but he turned around and ran back to the room. After a while, he respectfully handed over 500 yuan with both hands.

Han Bing handed it to Fei Fei without even looking at it, and said solemnly: "Eat in town." After saying that, he got up and walked towards the motorcycle.

Tang Feifan followed closely and whispered in his ear worriedly: "What if they call someone later? Let's go to the next place to eat."

Han Bing didn't look back and said calmly: "It's okay." Although he said little, he knew what was going on.

Since the black-faced warrior is the strongest here, they are safe. Although he is at the same martial arts level as the black-faced young man, both are warriors in the late stage of body tempering. But Han Bing believes that if ten more black-faced young people come, he will

Can handle it.

After a while, Han Bing and the two came to a small restaurant in the town and sat down. After ordering a few dishes, Han Bing said: "Fei Fei, let me know how far it is."

Tang Feifan had become accustomed to the way he spoke and knew that he was asking about the distance to Miancheng. Moreover, Feifei now had Han Bing as his only follower. After hearing his instructions, he went to ask a few people eating in the store.

When the food was just served, Fei Fei returned to the table and told Han Bing the news he had just inquired about. Han Bing pointed to the food on the table with his chopsticks and said, "Eat it." After that, he was not polite.

The ground made the first move.

At this time, Feifan truly relaxed, picked up his chopsticks and blurted out: "Han Bing, I didn't know you were so good at fighting before. Haha, I am determined to follow you for the rest of my life!"

Han Bing raised his head and glanced at him, nodded slightly and continued eating. In less than ten minutes, they had cleared all the food on the table.

It turned out that this was Yangjia Town, only a few hours away from Miancheng. The two of them had eaten and drank enough. They felt that the hard work of the past few days was finally coming to an end, so they were excited to continue on their way.

At this time, Feifei saw a man running towards them, holding a long gun in his hand, with a red tassel under the gun tip floating in the wind.

Feifan took a closer look and saw that the person coming was none other than the black-faced warrior from before. Could it be that he was here to regain his position?

"Han Bing, be careful of that person!" Fei Fei clenched his fists and warned hurriedly.

Han Han looked forward coldly and stood indifferently at the door of the restaurant, not taking the visitor seriously at all.

The black-faced warrior just ran up to them, straightened the clean clothes he had just put on, showed his white teeth, and grinned: "As expected, you haven't left yet. I'm so tired from chasing you."

Feifan stepped forward and shouted: "You still dare to come? If you don't want anything to happen, come back quickly." He didn't want Han Bing to get involved in a life-threatening lawsuit, and he wanted to persuade the black-faced young man to recognize his strength and not seek death.

The dark-faced warrior clasped his fists and said respectfully to Han Bing: "Sir, I'm here to help you lead the way. I'm very familiar with Miancheng, so can you just promise me to go with you?"

Fei Fei heard his sincere words and turned to look at Han Bing, wanting him to express his position.

Han Bing stared at the red-tassel hunting spear as if there was no one around, and after a moment he said coldly to the black-faced warrior: "You know how to spear?"

"I know a little bit, but my brother is the Golden Spear King of Miancheng." The black-faced warrior replied cautiously, but when he mentioned his brother, he became a little bit excited.

Han Bing nodded and said calmly: "Then follow." The three words "Golden Spear King" were the fundamental reason why he agreed to the black-faced warrior's request.

On a summer afternoon, the sun shines brightly in the blue sky, and the rolling heat waves rolling up on the ground make people feel suffocating.

Following Tang Feifan's shout, the elevated motorcycle made several "chunk" noises, and the three people carrying Han Bing ran out of Yangjia Town in a hurry.

On the motorcycle, apart from Han Bing occasionally saying a word or two, Tang Feifan and the black-faced warrior talked non-stop along the way, laughing and having a great time.

It turned out that the black-faced martial artist, whose surname was Yang and Feilong, had just returned to Yangjia Town from Miancheng a few months ago. He was a troublemaker. After being punished for committing crimes, he was kicked out of the Yang Family Martial Arts School in Fulong Mountain.

This time when they went to Miancheng together, Yang Feilong clearly led the way for Han Bing and the two of them, and secretly wanted to return to the martial arts school through him.

Before this, although he was greedy for extortion and almost got killed. However, he had a unique insight and saw Han Bing's extraordinary ability, so he made up his mind to introduce him to join the martial arts school.

If things come to pass, he will not only be able to make meritorious deeds, but also realize his wishes.

Not only that, Yang Feilong also thought that if Han Bing developed well, he would take him as the leader and follow him, and he would not have to worry about being popular and popular in the future.

At this time, Han Bing on the motorcycle looked sternly to the southeast, which was the direction of Guocheng. Where were his mother and Fu'er? Where was his eldest brother? He gritted his teeth and swallowed hard.

Look straight ahead.

Now, only his mother and eldest brother have mobile phones at home, and Han Bing regrets that he never memorized their phone numbers. If he could do it all over again, he would wish to memorize the phone numbers of everyone in the world.

More than 100 kilometers southwest of Miancheng is the provincial capital Jincheng. It is an ancient historical city built on the Sichuan Plain thousands of years ago. Although high-rise buildings have sprung up in the city, the remaining historical sites are also

Too many to mention.

The Changsheng Temple is a temple built by the ancients in memory of a powerful warrior. It is a holy place worshiped devoutly by martial arts practitioners today, so it is also called the "Martial Saint Temple".

There are many famous mountains around Jincheng, the most famous of which is Qingshen Mountain. This mountain has clouds and fog all year round, which corresponds to the poem "Five-light mist, beautiful peaks, seven-color rainbow clouds, green oxygen and tranquility".

It looks like a fairy mountain and sacred place, so it is named Qingshen Mountain.
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