If it weren't for the Xiongcao shouting, the little carpenter would never have guessed that the old Taoist priest who carried manure and watered vegetables and weaved bamboo to make baskets was the famous green forest hero Han Baojian, who was once as famous as his grandfather Nalan Xiaoshan.

Because the person's aura was converging, but he was just like an ordinary person, and there was no sign of a practitioner at all.

Therefore, this person also confirmed the little carpenter's previous guess.

Han Baojian is a top master who has reached the realm of returning to nature. Such a person actually chose to stay in this mountain temple and help Cheng Lanting see the gate...

What a good relationship this is, to be like this?

Just when the little carpenter was surprised, the battle at the entrance of Sansheng Temple had already begun.

Xiong Cao lifted his sword and rushed to Han Baojian, dressed as an old Taoist priest, with a quick step. The long sword was raised in the air and drew a perfect arc. After drawing a force on his waist, he suddenly twisted it. Then the bright long sword slashed towards Han Baojian's neck like lightning.

The autumn wind blew.

"Suppressing the Qianling Sword Technique" is the Miao sword technique, while Xiong Cao is a famous Miao swordsman. This Miao sword technique is imitated and evolved from the natural way of geography, mountains, rivers, birds and beasts, and emphasizes a strong and powerful force.

But the "Autumn Wind Flying" move is full of artistic conception, because the autumn wind is not as cold as the frost in winter, but it blows, making people feel like they are moving and flowing and letting things go...

The little carpenter saw Xiong Cao's starting move and slashing forward in the distance, and immediately felt that he had disappeared for ten or twenty years, but the swordsman of the Miao family was even more fierce and domineering, skilled and proficient, and murderous intent, with a little more evil spirit.

However, such growth is nothing in the eyes of the little carpenter.

He has seen so many masters, let alone the top group, the bear grass at this moment, and even the vacuum Dazang who drew the sword in Japan, can't compare with it.

A person's talents are limited and his situation is different. This makes the bear grass from many years ago need to be looked up to by the little carpenters, but now... things have changed.

So the focus of the little carpenter's attention fell on the old Taoist Han Baojian who was carrying manure to shui the ground.

Why is this old man standing by with his grandfather Nalan Xiaoshan?

Soon, Han Baojian told the little carpenter with practical actions why people put "North Hill, South Boxing Jian" together.

The old Taoist priest held a bamboo strip thinner than his finger in his hand and shook it gently. The thin bamboo strip with a large arc was straightened in an instant, and then collided with the long sword of the bear grass that seemed to be wind and thunder.

On one side is the flexible bamboo strips used to weave the basket, and on the other side is a sharp and hard knife. However, the result of the two colliding together is that the bear grass stumbles and takes several steps back.

Not only did Han Baojian not retreat, but instead took a few steps, shaking the bamboo strips in his hand like poisonous snakes, and swam towards Xiong Cao's neck.

Xiong Cao also fought back at the moment, but his sword technique was fierce and fierce, but the bamboo strips in Han Baojian's hand were even more powerful, and it seemed that he was filled with great force. Every impact ended with Xiong Cao's loss.

Not only that, Han Baojian seemed to intentionally humiliate the bear grass, and the bamboo strips turned into thousands of shadows.

It cut countless bloody wounds on Xiong Cao's face, body and arms, making Xiong Cao scream and look extremely painful...

The gap in strength between the two sides was so big that Xiong Cao fell into an absolute disadvantage as soon as he got up, but Han Baojian was like a cat playing with a mouse, constantly giving Xiong Cao hope, making him think he could win, so he fought hard and fell into the abyss again and again...

The little carpenter watched the battle in the forest not far away. It could be seen that if Han Baojian had thought, Xiong Cao would have died ten thousand times long ago.

This guy is probably because...

Bored?

Xiong Cao regarded him as a great enemy, and he simply regarded Xiong Cao as a toy that could pass the time.

Thinking of this, the little carpenter subconsciously reached into his arms.

He was hesitating whether he wanted to go up and help.

Although there was not much love between him and Xiong Cao, Xiong Cao had taught him sword skills after all, and with this relationship, he could not stand by and watch him be fooled by Han Baojian and eventually die of death.

But the little carpenter had no confidence in whether he could defeat Han Baojian.

After all, Han Baojian did not show much power, and no one knew how powerful it was.

He had taken the initiative to dissipate the dragon vein energy, which certainly changed himself and completed the sublimation, but the disadvantage was that he could not be able to reach the peak of the original in a short period of time.

Without the blessing of the one-third of the dragon vein energy of the Qing Dynasty, the little carpenter was still a little guilty after all.

And Han Baojian is not just the only enemy.

Under the mountain temple, there is also a cultivator Cheng Lanting, and his unknown subordinates.

Even the entire mountain temple is the other party's territory. If there is any mysterious mechanism, it is very likely that Qu Menghu's plan will be destroyed...

Just as the little carpenter was hesitating, the battle over there was over.

Han Baojian finally lost his patience, but the bamboo strips in his hand became soft and whipped Xiong Cao like a whip.

This time he obviously used enough energy. Unlike the previous erotic posture, Xiongcao could no longer withstand it and fell to the ground.

The fallen bear grass was exhausted, but he was still cursing, speaking very unpleasantly.

Obviously, he knew that this battle had been defeated, and the best result was death.

For him, death is the only thing he expects.

But Han Baojian obviously did not give him a chance, but said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's so easy to kill you. Wouldn't I be very bored in the next few days? Let's do this, I just weaved a bamboo cage, put you in later, then stuffed some flowers on it, and sprinkled some honey. It will surely attract many mosquitoes and ants. If I can fall asleep with your screams tonight, I will definitely have a good sleep. Do you know, as soon as a person gets older, no matter how good his cultivation is, he will always suffer from insomnia. This is very difficult. If your scream can help you sleep, I think I will think of you in the future..."

After saying this, he reached out and baled the bear grass directly, put it in the bamboo basket that had just been woven, then buckled it, and hung the bear grass along with the basket on a crooked tree next to the vegetable field.

The vegetable field under the tree was just poured with feces this afternoon, and the taste was particularly strong.

Then, Han Baojian did as he said, and he went to get some flowers that attract bees and mosquitoes, as well as honey, and worked them on the bamboo basket for a while before leaving and entering the temple.

Xiong Cao was shouting and scolding vigorously at first, but later on, his voice became smaller and smaller...

He knew that Han Baojian would not kill him immediately, but would slowly torture him.

This time will be very long...

The little carpenter kept watching the bystander coldly without any action. After Han Baojian turned around and entered the temple, he also turned around and left.

He went down the slope, returned to the previous meeting place, found Qu Feng and Xiao Wu, and explained the current situation to the two.

Qu Menghu followed the previous group of people into the mountain temple, and the famous Han Baojian guarding the door.

How powerful is this person?

The little carpenter didn't know how to describe it to them.

This is the situation. As for what to do next, the little carpenter couldn't tell them too much.

He came here and just informed him, because he might have to rescue Xiong Cao next, and the process was extremely dangerous and it was likely to alarm Han Baojian.

And if he faces Han Baojian, he will be dead or alive, and he will not be sure of this.

After all, the other party is a top bull who is as famous as Nalan Xiaoshan.

This trip was extremely dangerous, but the little carpenter still couldn't avoid it.

This is not just for bear grass.

As I said before, he did not have much deeper feelings for Xiong Cao, an enlightened swordsman who taught him sword skills.

The reason why he wanted to pass was for himself.

Or, for his grandfather Nalan Xiaoshan.

He wanted to take a look, why should that man be on par with his grandfather?

After the talk, both Qu Feng and Xiao Wu just said "be careful" to the little carpenter and didn't say much.

They obviously know how heavy the three words "Han Baojian" are.

It is so heavy that it makes people feel frightened.

After the little carpenter explained this, he once again touched the mountain.

At this time, the sky was getting darker and the moon had not come out. The mountains were dark. Fortunately, the little carpenter was able to communicate with each other, so he did not feel anything wrong in this darkness.

He soon arrived near the mountain temple, hid in the dark for a while, and saw that there was still a bamboo cage hanging under the crooked tree, and the bear grass inside was also a man, without saying a word.

As for Han Baojian, he seemed to have fallen asleep. The entire mountain temple was dark, like a dead land.

Seeing this silent scene, the little carpenter became more careful.

He did not act rashly. After observing for a quarter of an hour, he touched the side and followed the shadow to the vegetable field. Then he moved little by little to the crooked tree. Just as he was about to go over and untied the bamboo cage hanging from the tree, a large net suddenly sprinkled there and came to the little carpenter's head cover.

Seeing this, the little carpenter couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The old world is indeed the old world.
Chapter completed!