The best waste god

When he came back to his senses, Nangong Haotian endured the pain in his body, looked at the old beggar again, and saw that he was standing there panting heavily with his mouth slightly open, his face and body sweating like rain.

Seeing this, Nangong Haotian glared at the horizontal sword, and smiled coldly. His lack of focus before made him know that today is not a good time to do it himself, so he took the opportunity to say: "Although I was beaten by you tonight, I will always remember Uncle Mao's words." The way to treat people is not to take your life today, but I will always remember this blow in my heart, and one day I, Nangong Haotian, will double the amount of money back, wash the chrysanthemums and wait."

As the word "ba" was exited, Nangong Haotian turned around abruptly, with a shake of his shoulders, several afterimages appeared, and he flew straight towards the shadowy light of the house a few miles away.

Seeing that Nangong Haotian ran away, Yunshang girl couldn't help being stunned, and when she came back to her senses, Nangong Haotian had already galloped nearly a hundred meters away, and she shouted: "Master, you can't let him go! "

Amidst the coquettish voice, Yunshang woman flew over and hugged the old beggar's right arm, obviously urging the old beggar to stop Nangong Haotian quickly and not let him run away.

But the old beggar just stared at Nangong Haotian who disappeared into the night, and at the same time shook his head sadly, and replied in disappointment: "Let him go, he has been dazzled by the anger of revenge, and now he thinks Yes, the only thing I can do is to avenge my father quickly..."

"Sister Xiaowan once warned us that Nangong Haotian's stubbornness and willfulness have reached an almost unreasonable level." Yunshang girl heard this, tears flowed from her beautiful eyes, and she couldn't help crying and complaining.

She wiped her tears, but found that the tears kept flowing down like a flood that had unloaded the sluice. The girl in Yunshang could only continue to cry and said, "Now he's gone, it's okay, things didn't go as planned."

"Nangong Haotian's skill is not much worse than his master's. It seems that the Demon Slayer King probably taught him everything he has learned." Hearing Yunshang's complaint, the old beggar shook his head and sighed, and replied .

But before the old beggar finished speaking, Yunshang girl snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice: "When my father was alive, he once told me that the old dragon slaying thief is suspicious, cunning, ruthless and ruthless. If you won’t tell anyone the truth, how could you pass on Nangong Haotian’s true kung fu.”

The old beggar turned to look at the woman Yunshang, nodded, and said in agreement: "That's right, the one who knew the old dragon slaying thief best in the martial arts back then was the first to recommend your father, Situ Daxia. The murderous hand of a thief."

"So, if we can change Nangong Haotian, we should lead him to be good. Otherwise, Nangong Haotian will probably become the second demon dragon slaying king. I, Situ Meng, will never let him become the second dragon slaying king... "Situ Meng, a girl in Yunshang, heard the sigh of the old beggar, with a cold light in her beautiful eyes, and said in a hateful voice.

"The current Nangong Haotian is hard to change, unless, after he avenges his parents, maybe there is still a chance." The old beggar patted Situ Meng, shook his head, and said with a sigh.

The girl in Yunshang, Situ Meng, looked directly at the old beggar, and said anxiously: "The ghost-faced scholar was born in Shangguan Mie. Not only is he resourceful by nature, but he is also more fickle. If Nangong Haotian wants to kill him, it may not be that simple!"

"Hmph, as long as Nangong Haotian has a face-to-face with him, the ghost-faced scholar Shangguan Mie will have a hard time escaping Nangong Haotian's Nether Dragon Slayer Sword." The old beggar heard the words, but said resolutely.

"Master, do you really think that the old dragon slaying thief will pass on all the martial arts to Nangong Haotian?" Situ Meng, a girl in cloud clothes, frowned when she heard this, and asked in bewilderment.

The old beggar looked at the direction where Nangong Haotian disappeared, and was speechless for a long time. After Situ Meng called several times, he came back to his senses, nodded solemnly, and replied: "I guess this possibility is very high. This Nangong Haotian's skill is astonishing, it's not much inferior to being a teacher..."

After hearing this, Situ Meng was also a little surprised, and asked anxiously: "Master, does that mean that the stronger the heat emanating from that Nether Dragon Slaying Sword, the more profound and extraordinary the skill of the user will be?"

"That's right!" The old beggar looked at Situ Meng appreciatively. She was a very smart girl who was deeply loved by the old beggar. She nodded, and the old beggar replied without hesitation.

Having said that, the old beggar paused for a moment, and then said solemnly: "Also, when we fought just now, my teacher has been entangled with him with the small chain palm technique, so that he can't concentrate his energy to improve..."

"Master, you mean that Nangong Haotian has always wanted to compete with your old man?" Situ Meng was surprised when he heard that, and asked the old beggar in disbelief.

"He didn't just want to compete with me, he also tried to use the golden palm and silver hook that the old devil slaying the dragon became famous for to kill the master!" After hearing this, the old beggar sneered and sighed.

After hearing this, Situ Meng couldn't help asking anxiously: "Then, if we haven't defeated Nangong Haotian, we won't be able to make him realize that the old dragon-slaying thief still has a few percent of his unique skills, and he is going to wait for him to use them in the future." Is it time to get rid of him?"

"No, Nangong Haotian may have come to his senses now, because just now, he didn't take much advantage in terms of palm technique or sword moves, and my old man is not a vegetarian either." He stroked his white beard, smiled slightly, and shook his head.

When Situ Meng heard this sentence, a trace of worry flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she couldn't help asking anxiously: "So, Junior Sister Xiaowan is not Nangong Haotian's opponent?"

Hearing this, the old beggar couldn't help laughing wryly, and said with a sigh: "Of course your junior sister is not his opponent."

Hearing this, Situ Meng couldn't help being stunned, and at the same time, his eyes were more worried, and he asked anxiously: "Master, what should we do now? Go and bring Nangong Haotian back? Or call Junior Sister Xiaowan?" Come back and prevent the two of them from meeting?"

Seeing Situ Meng's worried look, the old beggar couldn't help laughing, heaved a sigh of relief, and said in relief: "It's okay, your junior sister has been kind to Nangong Haotian, so he might not do anything to your junior sister."

Situ Meng said anxiously: "But, if he hears that his mother..."

Situ Meng's words immediately reminded the old beggar, his expression changed, and he said anxiously: "By the way, Meng'er, you should go quickly, it's best to arrive before Nangong Haotian, after meeting you Xiaowan The junior sister told her that it is best to let Nangong Haotian know about Li Nuxia temporarily, otherwise, I am worried..."

The old beggar hadn't finished speaking, Situ Meng hurriedly bowed in response, turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing Situ Meng's anxious appearance, the old beggar couldn't help laughing, it seemed that Meng'er meant a lot to Nangong Haotian, so he waved again and shouted: "Meng'er, wait a minute."