"How come you little beggar walk? This street is so wide, but you just hit me!"

A sharp woman's voice came from not far ahead.

Cao Yi looked up and looked up.

Several young women wearing robes with yin and yang fish patterns stood in the middle of the bluestone street. One of them was very beautiful and tall, holding a long sword in his hand, his face full of unhesitation.

"sorry"

A ragged and very thin dressed, with his back facing the little beggar here, bowing his head to apologize.

Then, bypass the tall woman and continue walking forward.

"Slow down"

The tall woman placed her long sword in front of the little beggar.

"I've already paid for it, right?"

The little beggar's voice was filled with anger.

"You dirty my girl's clothes and want to leave with a word of sorry?"

The tall woman raised her chin slightly, and a boring joke flashed in her eyes.

"What do you want?"

The little quit said angrily.

The tall woman tilted her head and thought for a moment with a boring look on her face. Her eyes suddenly lit up: "However, you learn how to bark a few times, and the barking sounds good, I might even reward you with some money."

"you"

The little beggar was so angry.

"It's too much"

Some passers-by couldn't stand it and had a little more mouthful.

"Don't be troublesome. She is Ding Qingying, the Holy Lord of the Yin and Yang Family. You are not enough for her to hit her with one hand."

Companions dissuaded.

The tall woman named Ding Qingying ignored the words of the passers-by and looked at the little beggar with a playful look: "I'm so angry, just take action. I know you are not an ordinary person."

The little beggar's dirty little hands clenched into fists and made a creaking sound. The torn clothes on his body automatically exposed the bracelet on his wrist.

"Is this bracelet yours?"

Cao Yi passed on his divine thoughts.

The little beggar's fist suddenly retracted into his sleeve and turned around. A little doubt appeared on his dirty, dark, swollen, concave and convex, and a very ugly face.

Cao Yi continued to convey his mind: "What's your surname?"

The little beggar's face changed and he turned around and left.

"Have you gone?"

Ding Qingying once again blocked the little beggar with the long sword in her hand.

"Get out"

The little beggar took action with great force as strong as a barbarian dragon.

Ding Qingying remained motionless and let the little beggar's fist hit her.

"boom"

Dozens of white light burst out from Ding Qingying's body, just like the god of light coming to the world!

"You are wearing armor in your robe, and you are so afraid of death!"

The little beggar sarcastically said.

Ding Qingying glanced at the junior sisters on the side and said coldly: "You are not allowed to take action."

The little beggar who was worried that he would be beaten up by a group, heard this and his lips curled slightly.

"In the face of absolute power, all conspiracies are not worth mentioning!"

Ding Qingying, who saw the little beggar's trick, sneered and shot into the air like a cannonball.

The little beggar rushed into the air.

The two started a fight without saying a word.

Cao Yi looked up at the sky and sighed in his heart that in just a few decades, the disciples of various schools of thought have become so powerful. I don’t know how powerful the people who secretly planned all this.

"Boom..."

In the air, the light was shining brightly, and the source energy soared into the sky. Both sides fired true fire. With the two as the center, the blazing light was flashing, the weapons were exhaling divine light, and the murderous aura was emitting everywhere.

However, it soon became weaker. Both of them were low-level monks, and the source energy stored in their bodies could not last long.

Suddenly, the little beggar pounced in front of Ding Qingying like a ghost, and his palms and fingers were as dark as ink, and slashed Ding Qingying's neck like a knife.

The latter screamed and fell to the ground from mid-air.

The little beggar also fell to the ground as if he had been drained from the source of energy.

"Ah, it hurts so much. Let her hand over the antidote. If you don't hand over, you will cut your left hand. If you don't hand over, you will cut your limbs. Ah, I can't stand it anymore. Hurry, she is not an ordinary person. Even if she kills, your Majesty will not blame him!"

Ding Qingying screamed while covering her black neck while instructing her junior sisters.

The little beggar got up from the ground with difficulty, but before he could stand firm, he fell to the ground again.

Looking at Ding Qingying's junior sisters walking towards her, the little beggar showed panic on his face.

"Are you the daughter or granddaughter of the owner of the bracelet?"

Cao Yi appeared beside the little beggar, and there was an extra bracelet with broken and dusty in his hand.

"This bracelet was left to me by my mother, and I'll give it to me."

The little beggar regained his bracelet as if he had returned to his mind.

Looking at the little beggar, Cao Yi's mind was in the scene of teaching the Taoist scriptures of the Twelve disciples in the Qin army camp.

At that time, Dongmenqing, one of his two most respected disciples, had a bracelet that was exactly the same as the little beggar's hand on his wrist.

"Little beggar, hand over the antidote"

"Otherwise don't blame us for being polite!"

...

Several cold women's voices rang.

Cao Yi didn't have to look at it and knew that it was Ding Qingying's junior sisters who came here.

"If you want to kill or cut, you will be punished!"

The little beggar is very tough.

"You're stubborn, right? Cut off one hand and see if you're still hard!"

"Take off her clothes and let her lie naked on the street."

"Good idea"

...

Ding Qingying's junior sisters called out fiercely, but they just didn't do anything.

I don’t know if there is any conflict with Ding Qingying, but it was intentional.

Cao Yi looked at the little beggar who pretended to be tough and closed his eyes but his body trembled slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The little beggar noticed it, opened his eyes and glared at Cao Yi.

"You guys are really useless!"

Ding Qingying walked over. Although her neck was still dark, it was much lighter than before.

"Senior sister, you're okay"

"It's much faded"

...

Ding Qingying's junior sisters said one after another.

"This poison doesn't seem to be true poison."

Ding Qingying touched her neck, her expression was a bit strange.

"Senior sister, since it's okay, let it go"

"Yes, Master won't let us cause trouble."

...

Ding Qingying's junior sisters persuaded her.
To be continued...