Time Travel: Unrivaled in the Tang Dynasty

Witnessing the attack of Ye Haoran and the old man in black, Hong San was also shocked! Just now, he felt that he had the upper hand in the fight with Ye Haoran, but he was only in the Spiritual Realm, so it seemed that Marshal Ye was showing mercy!

Hong San was deeply moved! If he knew that the reason why Ye Haoran didn't get involved with him was because the smell on his body was too strong, I wonder what he would think!

"Next!"

At this time, Ye Haoran's voice sounded, and this casual expression made the old man in white blow his beard again!

"Baby! You...are so brave! Do you know..."

Ye Haoran didn't wait for the old man in white to say anything more, and his ghostly figure had already cut in front of him! A straight punch went straight to his face!

The old man in white never thought that the gentle-looking guy in front of him would be so unsportsmanlike before he even finished speaking!

With his arms crossed, the old man in white had no choice but to take Ye Haoran’s punch!

The wind from the fist blew his hair and beard into a flutter, and his two arms seemed to be hit by a hammer, causing numbness and pain!

But Ye Haoran obviously had no intention of letting him go. He raised his leg and kicked the old man in white again!

"You evil beast, how dare you!"

The old man in white no longer cared about his image. He rolled to the side like a lazy donkey, but his arms were too weak to get up. He lay on the ground and struggled for a few times before he could barely stand up!

So embarrassing!

Yangjiao Hu wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but he took a step and then quietly took it back!

Yan Dapeng kicked him on the butt, and the footprints left on his gorgeous brocade looked a little funny!

"you……!"

The man with sheep-horn beard glared at Yan Dapeng!

"What are you talking about? I don't want to fight you in a one-on-one duel!"

Yan Dapeng put his hands on his hips, his tattered clothes fluttering in the wind. He had no place to vent his anger after more than three years of suffering!

The man with the sheep-horn beard shrank his neck. A wise man would not suffer a loss in front of him. In this situation, there would be no good outcome whether he won or lost. Only a fool would challenge you in a duel!

"Boy! What kind of skills are you practicing? Why can't I feel any spiritual power or spiritual energy?"

The old man in white stepped back again and again, his eyes changing from cautious to fearful! The unknown is often the most frightening thing!

"Senior, you are meddling too much! If you want to continue, I will accompany you!"

Although Ye Haoran's attack was suspected to be a sneak attack, he made the old man in black and white completely lose his fighting spirit!

"We admit defeat! We two brothers will return the salary given by Wanbao Pavilion in full!"

The old man in white had a lonely tone and spoke in a deep voice towards the third floor!

On the third floor of Wanbao Pavilion, Zhangsun Fugui happened to swallow a grape fed to him by a maid, looking very leisurely and comfortable!

Why haven't the two elders, Black and White, brought those three people up yet? They have already thought of ways to humiliate them!

Suddenly, the voice of an old man in white came from the second floor, and the grape in his mouth suddenly got stuck in his throat, wuwuwu!

Choked to tears!

"Waste! All of them are waste! They are arrogant and pretentious on weekdays, but they become weaklings at the critical moment!"

Chang Sun Fugui was so angry that he started to curse! He really couldn't understand where Yan Dapeng, who was as poor as a dog, had invited such a master!

The saddest thing is that I just ordered someone to notify Jingzhao Prefecture not to send anyone over!

Crying without tears!

Just as Changsun Fugui was thinking about countermeasures, Ye Haoran had already stepped onto the third floor!

This is so fucking luxurious!

The third floor of Wanbao Pavilion was inlaid with gold and jade, and even the ground was paved with nanmu. The ceiling was decorated with crystals of different sizes, which was crystal clear and dazzling!

It turns out that the world of the rich is beyond the imagination of ordinary people!

The area of ​​the third floor is not that big compared to the first and second floors, so at first glance you can see a fat man stuck in a rocking chair with tears in his eyes!

The two maids behind him were tall and pretty, hiding behind the rocking chair with panicked looks!

"Cough cough!"

Seeing Ye Haoran and his men approaching him, Changsun Fugui coughed twice and pretended to be calm:

"Why do you come to my Wanbao Pavilion?"

"Zhang Sun Fugui, you bastard! Don't you recognize me?"

When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous of each other, and Yan Dapeng starts cursing!