Wang Han was slapped so hard that his clothes split open on his back and he rolled down the hillside.

"Old Ming Dynasty! I am Diulei Lou!"

After rolling for a certain distance, Wang Han stood up and ran like crazy.

The crazy old Taoist's chest was covered with blood, and he seemed to be running in other directions, but he always kept a certain distance between Wang Han's fingers.

The most powerful thing about Wang Han is not beating people but resisting beatings and running for his life.

Now that he has reached the peak of being a Grand Master, even if he is still seriously injured, his escape speed cannot be compared to that of ordinary people.

Those at the back would fire two shots from time to time, and Wang Han would bend his waist and fire one shot at random. Whenever Wang Han fired, he would randomly hit the head of a lucky guest.

So much so that those behind didn't dare to chase too far ahead.

Half an hour later.

Wang Han had already escaped the pursuit of those people, and he and Crazy Old Dao were squatting by a creek.

The crazy old man lay down on the edge of the stream, took a handful of water with both hands and took a sip.

ha!

The old man sat down happily.

He glanced at Wang Han and his expression froze when he saw the Qiwan in Wang Han's hand.

"Are you a contemporary martial arts god?"

Wang Han looked at Feng Laodao in confusion. When he met Feng Lao Dao, he was not thinking clearly and asked for money from people he met.

He seems to be quite awake now.

He nodded towards the crazy old Taoist, "Wang Han of Zhenlong Pavilion, I have met my senior."

After hearing Wang Han's name, the crazy old Taoist's expression changed, "What's your name?"

"Wang Han!"

"Which Wang Han?"

"The king of the royal family, the brave and adept at fighting."
Chapter completed!