He Qihuan touched his nose and said to the angry young man in purple in front of him: "How did I know that they are from the same group? I am also a victim!"

"You..." The young man in purple looked up and down at He Qihuan, "I suspect you are also with them."

"No way?" He Qihuan cried out injustice, "Don't just accuse a good person!"

"Are you a good person?"

"Why am I not a good person?" He Qihuan was confident.

"Why are you a good person?" The young man in purple voice was even louder!

"Because I am a good person, I am a good person!" He Qihuan wanted to use analogy to explain himself.

"I don't think you look like a good person, you are not a good person!" The young man in purple did not analogy and directly defined him.

"I am a good person!" He Qihuan continued to emphasize.

"Haha..." "Haha..." Seeing the two of them fighting cocks, the passerby next to him smiled and began to point fingers.

"Hmph!" Seeing everyone's guidance, the young man in purple felt a little overwhelmed. He pushed He Qihuan hard, trying to push He Qihuan down so that he could go away with a leisurely manner. However, he did not expect that he did not push He Qihuan, but instead staggered back.

"Haha..." "Hehe..." The people watching smiled even more happily when they saw it.

"Boy! You...you..." The man in purple looked at He Qihuan, punched him hard, and slapped He Qihuan in the chest.

"Bang--" He Qihuan fisted in his chest and shook his body for a moment, but the young man in purple took a step back.

"Huh? How can you hit someone casually? Should you reason if you have something?" He Qihuan rubbed his chest and felt that there was no pain. So although he was angry, he did not get angry. He took a step forward and reasoned with the man in purple.

The man in purple looked at He Qihuan, and a puzzled and Li Guang flashed in his eyes. He felt that his fist was hot. Although he didn't use all his strength just now, he could still beat a scholar to the point of vomiting blood. Why is there nothing wrong with the guy? Is there a steel plate hidden in his chest?

I don't believe it! The man in purple gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and stepped forward and slapped He Qihuan's stomach.

"Puff--" He Qihuan's fist in his belly, and did not change color, but the young man in purple frowned.

"Hey, are you still beating? Are you civilized and polite?" He Qiqi said with great pleasure.

The doubts in the eyes of the man in purple became even stronger, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Haha..." "Hehe..." The people watching smiled even more happily when they saw it.

The man in purple was ruthless, and I didn't believe that my disciple from Fengyun Tower could not defeat you, a little scholar!! The man in purple took a deep breath, crackling the joints, and then roared, pounced on He Qihuan and began to punch He Qihuan.

"Crackling--" The fist of the man in purple fell on He Qihuan like raindrops.

He Qihuan wanted to hide, but saw the man surrounded him tightly like the wind, his fists and feet fell towards him like lightning, and he didn't know how to dodge. He wanted to take action, but immediately thought of the tragedy of smashing the rabbit and the wild boar while he was having dinner. He couldn't help but hesitate. What if he took action, what should he do if he made the man fly? It's a human! As soon as hesitated, the fist of the man in purple fell on his body.

"Oh, you hit someone? How can you hit someone..."

"I have something to say, stop! Can you discuss it carefully?..."

He Qihuan screamed and wanted to turn around, but suddenly she felt a strange feeling, hitting her fist and kicking her body. Why didn’t it hurt at all, and... there was a very comfortable feeling?

He Qihuan was confused. Did he be a slut? Or was he perverted? He was beaten and kicked by someone, and he actually felt comfortable and enjoyable. When he was confused, more fists fell on himself, but his body felt more comfortable.

The actual situation is that Shangguan Ren and Wuchen input the true energy in He Qihuan's body was too much. Now the hitting of the man in purple is equivalent to He Qihuan's massage, allowing the true energy to circulate better. Therefore, He Qihuan feels comfortable, and He Qihuan will not really use this true energy, otherwise, the rebounding power will also seriously hurt the man in purple.

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In a corner of the alley, a handsome young man quietly hid, looking at He Qihuan who was "beaten" on the street, he was hesitant. This man was wearing a crescent robe and embroidered with ten grasses on his chest with gold thread. This young man was Yang Lin, the top ten outstanding young people in the Dadimens. He met He Qihuan last time when he was in a restaurant. Because Wuchen said that He Qihuan was his student, he took it for granted according to their generation and believed that He Qihuan was his master.

His master was beaten by someone, and he had to rush up to judge and even draw his sword to help. But... But with Yang Lin's eyes, he had already seen the wonder - he was beaten to no pain, but instead enjoyed calmly, and his voice was full of breath, and the person who beat him was already panting, frowning, full of pain, and even...ah! His hands were bleeding!

What is this master doing? Is it a special practice, or feeding eagles with your body and educating fierce people?

Yang Lin was unsure of his mind.

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At this moment, in a corner of another street, a group of people were also quietly discussing, looking at their gorgeous clothes, but they were dressed in a mess, with a fierce look on their faces:

"Are you sure? Is it him? Would you make a mistake?"

"Absolutely no, what do you call me in the world? Hawkeye! I'll never remember it wrong after seeing it once. It must be him."

"What should we do?"

"What should I do? Such a good opportunity, go up and flatter!"

A group of people rushed over: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, let grandpa pass."

"Her grandma, what about you? A good dog won't block the way, get out of the way!" A man in black viciously pushed the young man in purple to the side.

He Qihuan was shocked when he saw a group of men in black pushing away the purple-clad men and walking towards him. Why are they causing trouble again? His mind was spinning rapidly, as if he didn't offend these people?

Unexpectedly, when these vicious men with fleshy faces walked in front of him, a charming smile immediately appeared on their faces, and they shouted intimately: "Senior, are you old?"

"Senior, have you had a meal? I have the best snack here, and I want to respect you."

"Senior, are you enough money? I have a few gold ingots here to wish you..."

"Senior, someone actually disrespects you. Don't worry, we will destroy him immediately!"

"Yes! Destroy him! Destroy him hard, dare you not behave with our old seniors, so don't you want to ride on our heads?"

"It doesn't matter if you ride on our heads. You dare to attack the old seniors. Our public enemy will be at that time!!"

After a group of people smiled at He Qihuan, they immediately rolled up their sleeves and looked at the man in purple with their eyebrows coldly...

He Qihuan was stunned. When did he become someone else's senior, or an old senior?
Chapter completed!