"You little beggar, how can you walk? The street is so wide, but you just hit me!"
A sharp female voice came from not far ahead.
Cao Yi looked up.
Several young women wearing robes with yin and yang fish patterns were standing in the middle of the long bluestone street. One of them was a very beautiful, tall woman holding a long sword in her hand, with a look of hesitation on her face.
"sorry"
A very thin little beggar in ragged clothes, with his back to this side, lowered his head to apologize.
Then, bypass the tall woman and continue walking forward.
"Wait a minute"
The tall woman held her sword in front of the little beggar.
"I've already apologized, right?"
There was a hint of anger in the little beggar's voice.
"You soiled my girl's clothes and you want to leave just because you're sorry?"
The tall woman raised her chin slightly, an extremely boring joke flashing in her eyes.
"What do you want?"
The little beggar suppressed his anger and said.
The tall woman tilted her head and thought for a moment with a bored look on her face. Suddenly her eyes lit up: "How about you learn how to bark a few times and make it sound nice? I might even reward you with some money."
"you"
The little beggar was very angry.
“It’s too much”
Some passers-by couldn't stand it and said too much.
"Don't be too fussy. She is Ding Qingying, a direct disciple of the Holy Master of the Yin Yang Family. Ten of you are not enough for her to beat with one hand."
Peers dissuade.
The tall woman named Ding Qingying ignored the words of passers-by and looked at the little beggar with a playful expression: "If you are angry, just take action. I know you are not an ordinary person."
The little beggar's dirty little hands were clenched into fists, making a crunching sound. The tattered clothes on his body moved without any wind, exposing the bracelet on his wrist.
"Is this bracelet your own?"
Cao Yi passed on his spiritual thoughts.
The little beggar suddenly retracted his fists into his sleeves and turned around. There was some confusion on his dirty, dark, swollen, bumpy, and ugly little face.
Cao Yi continued to convey his spiritual thoughts: "What's your last name?"
The little beggar's expression changed, he turned around and left.
"Let you go?"
Ding Qingying once again blocked the little beggar with her long sword.
"Go away"
The little beggar took action boldly, as powerful as a wild dragon.
Ding Qingying remained motionless, letting the little beggar's fist hit her.
"boom"
Dozens of white rays of light erupted from Ding Qingying's body, like the God of Light coming to the world!
"You wear precious armor under your robe, you bring so many people out, and you are so afraid of death!"
The little beggar said sarcastically.
Ding Qingying glanced at the junior sisters on one side and said coldly: "You are not allowed to take action."
The little beggar, who was worried that he would be beaten by a group of people, slightly raised the corner of his mouth when he heard this.
"In the face of absolute power, all conspiracies and tricks are worth mentioning!"
Ding Qingying, who saw the little beggar's little plan, sneered and shot into the air like a cannonball.
The little beggar also rushed into the air.
The two started fighting without saying a word.
Cao Yi looked up at the sky and sighed in his heart. In just a few decades, the disciples of hundreds of schools of thought have become so powerful. The person who secretly planned all this has become so powerful.
"Rumble..."
In the mid-air, the brilliance was dazzling, the Origin Qi soared into the sky, and both sides fired real fire. With the two people at the center, blazing light is flashing, weapons are swallowing divine light, and murderous intent is radiating.
However, they quickly weakened. Both of them were low-level monks, and the source energy stored in their bodies could not last long.
Suddenly, the little beggar rushed in front of Ding Qingying like a ghost. His palms were as black as ink, and he slashed at Ding Qingying's neck like a knife.
The latter screamed and fell to the ground from mid-air.
The little beggar fell to the ground as if his source energy had been drained.
"Ah, it hurts me so much. Let her hand over the antidote quickly. If she doesn't hand it over, I'll chop off her left hand. If she doesn't hand it over, I'll chop off her limbs. Ah, I can't stand it anymore. Hurry, she is either an ordinary person or she will be killed. Your Majesty will also I won’t blame you!”
Ding Qingying covered her blackened neck and screamed while instructing her junior sisters.
The little beggar struggled to get up from the ground, but before he could stand still, he fell to the ground again.
Looking at Ding Qingying's junior sisters walking towards this side, the little beggar had a look of panic on his face.
"Are you the daughter or granddaughter of the owner of the bracelet?"
Cao Yi appeared next to the little beggar, with a broken and dusty bracelet in his hand.
"This bracelet was left to me by my mother, please give it back to me."
The little beggar took back the bracelet as if he was having a flashback.
Looking at the little beggar, Cao Yi's mind recalled the scene of teaching the Twelve Apostles Taoist classics at the Qin Army camp.
At that time, one of his two most trusted disciples, Dongmen Qing, wore a bracelet on his wrist exactly like the one in the little beggar's hand.
"Little beggar, hand over the antidote"
"Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"
…
Several cold female voices sounded.
Cao Yi knew without looking that it was Ding Qingying's junior sisters who were coming.
"If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please!"
The little beggar is very tough.
"You are tough, right? Cut off one of your hands to see if you are still tougher!"
"Took off her clothes and let her lie naked on the street."
"good idea"
…
Ding Qingying's junior sisters screamed fiercely but did not take action.
I don't know if there was some quarrel with Ding Qingying, or if it was intentional.
Cao Yi looked at the little beggar who pretended to be tough and closed his eyes, but his body was trembling slightly, with a smile on his lips.
The little beggar noticed it, opened his eyes, and glared at Cao Yi.
"You guys are so useless!"
Ding Qingying walked over. Although her neck was still dark, it was much lighter than before.
"Senior sister, you are fine"
“much lighter”
…
Ding Qingying's junior sisters all said.
“This poison doesn’t seem to be real poison.”
Ding Qingying touched her neck with a strange expression.
"Sister, since everything is fine, forget it."
"Yes, Master won't let us cause trouble."
…
Ding Qingying's junior sisters tried to persuade her.
"Shut up, I need you to teach me"
Ding Qingying scolded sharply.
Ding Qingying's junior sisters all lowered their heads.
"Boy, are you and this ugly girl the same group?"
Ding Qingying asked sharply.
Cao Yi didn't answer her. He stared at the little beggar's face and said, "Why do you want to make yourself like this?"
A flash of pain flashed in the little beggar's eyes, and his head tilted to one side.
"I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"
Ding Qingying said, and smashed the long sword in her hand down on the head.
When it was still a finger away, it suddenly changed direction and hit herself.
She flew out on the spot and fell heavily dozens of meters away. Her beautiful face was immediately swollen like a pig's head.
"You - you - body - inside - Ming - Ming - do not - have - source - Qi, for, for"
Before he finished speaking, his head tilted and he fainted.
Ding Qingying's junior sisters backed away as if they had seen a ghost.
Cao Yi ignored them and said to the little beggar: "If it matters, just nod. If it doesn't matter, shake your head. If you don't respond, I will leave directly."
Saying that, he stood up.
The little beggar still didn't respond.
Cao Yi walked toward the restaurant not far away, walking about four or five meters.
"There are relationships"
The little beggar's voice came like a mosquito.
