The Second Immortal Road

　　 The old miner was very confident in his punch. Before his fist fell on the boy's head, he seemed to see the boy's eyeballs bursting.

　　 Before the fist fell on the young man's head, the old miner saw the young man waving a palm-sized shabby hook towards him, but he didn't care.

　　 This old miner was very confident. At first glance, this young man didn't practice any martial arts. Not to mention a shabby hook, he was holding a long sword. Whether he could pierce him into his body was a matter of two things.

　　 This old miner is practicing hard qigong all over his body. During his exercises, his body becomes abnormally hard. Even compared with copper skin and iron bones, he has his own advantages! So he was not afraid of the shabby hook at all, and he smashed the shabby hook into two ends with a big punch.

However, beyond the expectation of the old miner, he did not see the scene of the young boy's bloodshed and death on the spot. Instead, he saw one of his fists flew out diagonally and fell to the ground two or three feet away. On, it rolled three times.

　　 The fist of this old miner was cut off. There was a fierce color on his face, and the rest was a confused color. He didn't see anything, why did his hand drop!

After about two breaths, the pain and coldness from the wrist made the old miner come back to his senses. He instantly became frightened, and he immediately opened his mouth and shouted, but no matter how big his mouth was, he would not yell. There was a little noise, and there was only a "gurgling" noise in the throat.

　　 The big man's eyes were a little confused again. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch his neck, but his hand was covered with viscous liquid, and he lifted his left hand in front of his eyes.

The bright red color horrified the old miner to the extreme. Before he could react, he fell directly to the ground, then slumped on the ground and convulsed constantly, and the blood was also gushing from his throat like spring water. come out.

　　 The old miner’s eyes were wide open, and his face was full of confusion. Until the expression in his eyes dissipated, the confusion did not disappear. He did not understand how the world could have such a sharp weapon.

　　 "Use a magic weapon to deal with you, you can be considered dead." Han Ming's face was filled with horror before, replaced by cold eyes.

　　 After touching the hook, it was still clean and there was no blood on the hook. A trace of satisfaction flashed in Han Ming's eyes, and then he changed his hand and retracted the hook inside his thigh.

After tidying up his clothes, Han Ming was about to walk outside the mine tunnel, but he saw the flat wound on the old miner’s wrist. Han Ming couldn’t help frowning. After thinking about it, he raised the shovel on his back. The wound on the old miner's body was smashed.

The smashing of the corpse is not because Han Ming has nothing to do, but because he is afraid that others will know that he has a magic weapon. Now his strength is inexhaustible. Can he fail to hold this "spirit weapon" or two things that can be avoided. Still try to avoid the troubles.

　　 After about a quarter of an hour, the wound on the old miner's body has been smashed into blood, and no smooth cut can be seen. Han Ming stopped a little, and then walked out of the mine without looking back.

　　 What he has to do now is to quickly find another remote sub-mining road, hide again, and wait for the new and old miners to come out after the storm of the old and new miners has passed, otherwise it is inevitable that he will suffer the disaster of the pond again.

　　 Han Ming searched for a circle but failed to find Zhang Biao's figure. He guessed that Zhang Biao followed the main mine road and fled to the original cave, choosing another vein.

　　 "Hey, this old man is lucky. He hasn't been found squatting here." A surprised expression appeared on Han Ming's face. After contemplating on the spot for a while, he walked straight into a sub-mining road.

　　 Han Ming clearly felt that the old man who had escaped with him by convenience was hiding in the depths of the mine tunnel.

　　 Now it seems that the old man is quite interesting, and it would be a good idea to be with him, because if something happens, the old man can buy him some time.

　　 Han Ming walked along this sub-mining road for a long time, and finally saw the old man hiding in the corner at the end of the sub-mining road.

　　 "Hey, old man, why are you here too." Han Ming showed a surprised expression on his face, and then he walked quickly to the old man's side.

　　 "Scare, it turned out that it was you kid who frightened my old man." After the old man saw Han Ming, the tension on his face disappeared instantly, and the shovel in his hand was also left aside.

　　 Seeing the old man's expressions and movements, Han Ming couldn't help but brighten his eyes, and he secretly sighed that the old man could detect something that ordinary people could not.

　　 "Old man, looking at you, it seems that you already know that someone is coming. I have been extremely careful. How do you know that I am here!" Han Ming looked at the old man with a trace of puzzlement on his face.

Hearing Han Ming’s rather curious tone and those sincere eyes, the old man couldn’t help flashing a trace of pride in his eyes. He smiled and said: “You’re just careful, no matter how light you are, you won’t be able to escape me. Old man’s ears. I’m born with a keen hearing, far beyond ordinary people. I knew someone had come in when you walked halfway to this mine tunnel. I just forgot your footsteps for a while and thought it was someone else!"

　　 Han Ming showed his face full of surprise in time, looked at the old man in disbelief, and said in a low voice: "The old man's hearing is really incredible."

　　 "Old man, can I follow you so I can take care of each other." A look of hope appeared on Han Ming's face.

　　 The old man's eyes flashed when he heard Han Ming's words, and then he smiled: "Alright, let's be a company, so that we can take care of it."

　　 Han Ming suddenly showed a pleasant expression of surprise when he heard this, but he sneered in his heart. The old man was so sophisticated. The reason he agreed to follow him was because 80% of them wanted to meet some danger and someone would cut him off, just like Zhang Biao.

　　 After a few more simple words, Han Ming and the old man walked into the sub-mineral vein, and finally sat in a corner together and talked softly.

　　 This old man seemed to be a little vanity, he couldn't hold back his words when he spoke, and he explained all his life experience seven or eighty-eight, and he has been explaining for fifty years since he was a teenager.

　　 There is a lot of nonsense in this old man's narrative. Han Ming who listened directly to him was a little drowsy, but Han Ming still probably understood the old man's life experience.

It turned out that this old man, surnamed Bai, was taken away by a big tiger when he was young. The strange thing is that the tiger did not eat him, but threw him to a nest of tiger cubs. The five or six tiger cubs are very playful. Did not directly bite him into pieces.

　　 Later, the old man hadn't eaten for two days and couldn't escape. However, he accidentally saw a small grass with purple-red fruit in the corner of the tiger's nest. He couldn't hold back the fragrance of the fruit and just swallowed it.

　　 After taking the fruit, he felt that his stomach was full, his strength was much greater, and his hearing became better. It was several times higher than before taking the fruit, and he was amazed.

　　 Later, the big tiger went out to hunt, but he never came back. He also found a chance to escape from the small nest of small tigers. Before leaving, he killed a small tiger.

After 　　, the old man became a jogger by virtue of his extraordinary hearing. He swayed for most of his life until he was caught by these horse thieves for mining.

　　 The old man said in a good manner, and his tone was extremely firm, as if it was true, but Han Ming believed how much it was, and only Han Ming knew it.

　　 After the old man explained the most interesting experience of his life in detail, he found that he had already said it for two or three hours, and his mouth was very dry and uncomfortable, so he stopped talking.

At this time, the old man asked about Han Ming’s origins, and Han Ming naturally began to give a rough idea of ​​a set of rhetoric that he had thought up a long time ago. Among them, 50% to 60% were false. Made up of what I saw and heard.

This time Han Ming did not hide his real name anymore, but admitted that he was called Han Ming. As for "Han Ming" or "Han Ming" or "Han Min", Han Ming did not explain further and left it at his discretion. The old man guessed for himself.

　　 He said his real name, and Han Ming felt that there was no danger, because Wu and Jiang were separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, and ordinary people in Jiang didn't know that Wu was still talking about this country! And even if someone recognizes him as a person from the country of Wu~www.wuxiaspot.com~, they don't know where he is from the country of Wu.

　　 no longer borrowed Zhu Yiwen's name, because he felt that it would be a bad idea to let the big brother carry some unreasonable black pots on his back. He often borrowed this name all the way to the east.

　　 Han Ming and the old man stayed in this sub-mining tunnel for seven or eight hours before they could not stand it. It was not that they were impatient, but that they felt thirsty. Since they were caught, they have not had any water.

It was okay before, and I could hold it back, but as time went on, Han Ming couldn't stand it because of his amazing perseverance. When he turned his head to look at the old man, he found that the old man was worse than him, and his lips were chapped. More than him

"Old man Bai, it's not a problem to always stay here, or we go out to find some water. Old man, your hearing is good, listen to whether there is any sound around, we try to avoid those people!" Han Ming turned his head to face that. The old man suggested.

　　 "It's okay, you go ahead, and I listen to other people's footsteps behind to prevent anyone from sneaking close to us." The old man was also thirsty and couldn't help it. He changed his mind and smiled at Han Ming.

　　 Han Ming couldn't help but roll his eyes secretly when he heard the old man's words. This old man really regarded himself as a naive boy, he could be fooled at will, and he wanted to trick himself into finding his way. He was really cunning.

　　 Han Ming raised his head with a bright smile, but he couldn't help but sneered twice in his heart. The coverage of his spiritual sense exceeded the scope of the old man's auditory investigation. When the time comes, who is deceiving who is still talking about it.

"Okay, boy, go ahead and take a look. You have to follow me and listen carefully. Don't let anyone who sprang out to chop off my head." Han Ming was a little nervous. Said to the old man.