The sixth ring of the imperial capital, the interior of the quiet warehouse.

It's almost dusk and the air is getting a little stuffy.

Bang!

The last cannon punch, the cherry blossom island country Murakami was not human, and Han Dong also stopped his fist and slightly sensed the turmoil around him.

"It's ok. ”

"It's just a slight shock, and few people can notice it. Han Dong shook his right fist, extremely satisfied with the degree of control of his body's strength.

At this time, the cement floor of the warehouse has already been scattered with thousands of ravines, scattered cement residues, and dust is swaying and swirling, as if it has experienced a natural disaster of mountain torrents and rockflows, which is really shocking.

Especially the surrounding cargo.

These long-shelved cargo boxes are all disorganized and crooked.

Even if Han Dong tried his best to restrain his strength, there was still a little bit of strength escaping from the collision with the wings of the Dark Miracle Energy, and the southern expedition that had just been carried out for thousands of miles left a violent ravine more than half a meter deep on the concrete floor.

"The destructive power of the Martial Sect Realm is too terrifying. ”

"Fortunately, Murakami Maya is a strange person, if it is a mid-level martial arts realm, the fierce battle is fierce, I am afraid that it will really cause the nearby high-speed overpass to tilt and collapse. Han Dong's eyes were full of thought, and he dusted off the blood stains on the placket of his clothes.

Immediately followed - whoa!

He trembled all over, and the majestic and solid internal force unexpectedly came out of his body, eliminating all traces of blood.

This is the mystery of the internal force.

Even if Wu Zongjing doesn't take a bath all year round, his body will definitely not be contaminated with a little dust, and it is more neat and clean than a simple bath.

"Hmph. ”

Han Dong's right fist trembled.

The remnants of the dark power shattered and turned into dregs that disappeared with the wind.

The first fierce battle against the strange person also made Han Dong vigilant, and the strange energy structure was similar to the power of demons, which was also a little different from the mysterious power of martial arts.

To put it simply.

Miracle energy is the fusion of internal force and the art of unity!

Rao is Murakami Maynight, no matter how much he squeezes the magic ability, he can't compete with Han Dong, who is comparable to the high-ranking martial arts realm, he and the other four black-clothed people of the Sakura Island Country, plus the three people who stole the treasures of the Huaguo Sect, all sleep here.

Quiescence.

There was an indescribable silence.

"After all, the power of the miracle is not the power of one's own comprehension. ”

"Although at the level of the Three Realms of Martial Arts, strange people are stronger than martial arts practitioners. But if it reaches the level of the title three-step martial arts realm, strange people are weaker than martial arts practitioners. ”

Han Dong thought for a while and left the warehouse.

Phew.

The iron door opened, and the sun shone in.

The bloody breath in the air had not yet been revealed, Han Dong directly closed the iron gate, looked at the open street of the Sixth Ring Road, and smiled slightly.

"The Zhuo family. ”

"After taking the relics of our Qingshan Sect, don't blame me for being merciless and coming to the door to ask for guilt. ”

......

On the edge of the imperial capital, a quiet suburb.

It is an off-the-beaten-track manor area, with a vast manor that stretches for several kilometers with lush green grass, lush evergreen trees, and five towers rising from the ground.

A tall white tower that surrounds all sides.

In the central area, it is located in the Zhuo family.

In view of the destructive power of martial arts practitioners, the Zhuo clan carefully arranged a triple barrier area of green grass, evergreen trees, and white towers, blocking all sight and all exploration.

Even with a telescope, you can't see anything about the Zhuo family.

Triple line of defense, surrounding the residential area.

In the middle of this area, a gorgeous main hall of nearly 1,000 square meters was built, with all kinds of calligraphy, paintings and decorations hanging on the walls, and a solid wood floor covered with pale gold fine pile carpets, which can be called luxurious to the point of incomparability.

A total of ten round tables can accommodate hundreds of people.

Here and now, a large number of clansmen gathered.

The lights are brilliant, the scene is gorgeous, and all the martial arts practitioners who are above the first grade, as well as the people of the Zhuo clan who control money and power, all gather here.

"Here. ”

"We don't have two sets of cutlery for this table. Someone stood up and shouted in a low voice, his eyes reverent, and quietly glanced at the white-haired old man sitting on the central round table-Zhuo Yongshi, the helmsman of the Zhuo family.

Side.

Someone reminded: "You sit down quickly, this is a clan feast that only happens once a quarter, and the patriarch doesn't like to act arbitrarily." ”

"Good. ”

The man hurriedly sat down.

But he still couldn't help but aim at the patriarch Zhuo Yongshi, for ordinary clansmen, they were not qualified to get Zhuo Yongshi's guidance on weekdays, and they could only occasionally see the back of the patriarch Zhuo Yongshi.

After all.

In addition to the identity of the patriarch, Zhuo Yongshi is also the Optimus Prime of the Zhuo family - the high-ranking Martial Sect Realm!

Suddenly.

"Father!"

"Oh no, no, it's not good!"

A middle-aged man who stumbled made a frightened voice and directly broke into the main hall of the family that was preparing to open the family banquet.

......

"It's too reckless to disrupt the order of the feast. Someone frowned and glanced at the frightened middle-aged man from a distance.

They are just ordinary clansmen, and it is inconvenient to blame.

Because this middle-aged man is Zhuo Yongshi's youngest son, the seventh son Zhuo Bicheng, who is deeply spoiled and holds the position of head of the Martial Arts Museum in the Imperial Capital of China.

"It's weird. ”

Some people also whispered curiously: "Zhuo Bicheng has always been lawless, and he likes to spend time drinking in the imperial capital, but he is also afraid of this, what did he do?"

This moment.

All the people of the tribe watched quietly, and their expressions were different.

At the round table in the middle, without waiting for the patriarch Zhuo Yongshi to speak, a middle-aged and elderly man in a neat formal dress next to him shouted: "Panic, what kind of system, today is our Zhuo's quarterly feast!"

Zhuo Yongshi did not speak.

He stroked his white beard twice, couldn't bear to blame his younger son, and simply watched the eldest son drink, giving the younger son a lesson that was neither light nor serious.

The eyes of the people next to him also changed slightly.

"Alright. ”

"You sit down quickly, and wait until the feast is over. As the eldest son of the white-haired old man Zhuo Yongshi, the middle-aged and elderly man in formal clothes had a gloomy face and glared at Zhuo Bicheng.

Then.

Reflecting the lights of the main hall and facing the various sights of the whole clan, Zhuo Bicheng gasped for two big breaths, and his voice was crying: "Father, big brother, help!"

"I provoked Han Dong!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience fell silent.

Occasionally, the sound of chopsticks hitting the plate is very obvious, as if the main hall has become a frozen picture.

"What?"

"Han Dong, but Tianjiao Han Dong?" The middle-aged and elderly man was startled, and the spoon he was originally holding in his hand fell on the dining table, making a crisp sound.

Zhuo Yongshi also frowned slightly, and the palm of his beard froze slightly.

These two fathers and sons are the supreme rulers of the Zhuo family, and they also have to be moved, not to mention the rest of the Zhuo family, they kept whispering, holding their breath to show awe, and they all stared at Zhuo Bicheng.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Contemporary Tianjiao Han Dong is by no means a simple martial arts student can describe, his fame is a sensation in China, and his force can rival the high-ranking martial arts realm, which makes the people in the audience feel palpitations.

Provoked Han Dong?

They just want to know, what did Zhuo Bicheng do?

Follow.

The white-haired old man Zhuo Yongshi sighed calmly: "I have advised you a long time ago not to sell those sect treasures. ”

"Father. Zhuo Bicheng leaned limply on the back of the chair of the round table in the middle: "How could I have thought that the Qingshan Sect, which has been down for more than 20 years, would have a disciple Han Dong!"

As the two spoke, the others were silent.

In exchange for the Martial Arts Museum's Sect Relics, in exchange for a large number of martial arts resources? They had always been curious about where the patriarch Zhuo Yongshi got the massive resources, and now they finally knew about it.

Some left their seats in anger, while others remained silent.

Some people hide their faces and sigh, while others agree.

When it comes to contemporary Tianjiao, the middle-aged and elderly man who is the eldest son does not speak, and can only watch his father Zhuo Yongshi give advice.

In an instant.

Zhuo Yongshi pulled his white hair twice and gritted his teeth: "Bicheng, you confess immediately." ”

"What?"

Zhuo Bicheng couldn't believe it.

And Zhuo Yongshi explained: "You confess everything to the Martial Arts Sect Alliance, and you are willing to face the punishment regulations, and you will be imprisoned for ten years at most, and then operate for your father, so that you can come out early, that is, stay in the prison of the martial arts world for three or five years." ”

"I understand!" Zhuo Bicheng's eyes lit up, but he was a little hesitant: "But can't we discuss it with Han Dong?"

Zhuo Yongshi sighed: "I have studied the character of Tianjiao Han Dong, once he touches the bottom line, this person is no longer afraid of anything, he is decisive in killing, destroying the withering and decaying, and he will not say much to you at all." ”

Hiss!

Zhuo Bicheng was frightened, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone tremblingly.

He wants to admit his guilt, and he has to confess and be lenient, because the theft and sale of the commemorative relics of the Qingshan Sect definitely touched Han Dong's bottom line.

......

Half an hour later.

It was dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun was sprinkled on the main hall.

All the members of the Zhuo family had no intention of enjoying the feast at all, and basically sat in place, showing all kinds of demeanors. The complex oppressive atmosphere is insignificant.

Round table in the middle.

Zhuo Yongshi patted the seventh son Zhuo Bicheng who was sitting next to him on the shoulder: "Don't be nervous, the people of the Martial Arts Sect Alliance will definitely be faster than Han Dong when they take a helicopter." ”

"Yes. Zhuo Bicheng barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

"I believe that as a father, as long as you accept the ruling of the Martial Arts Sect Alliance, Han Dong is not worried. Zhuo Yongshi had a hint of apology in his eyes, he had always doted on his younger son, and the youngest son had also contributed a lot to the Zhuo family.

In his eyes.

It is normal for relics to be exchanged for martial arts resources.

It's just that his son Zhuo Bicheng's bad luck actually provoked Tianjiao Han Dong...... In recent years, the Qingshan Sect has been completely down, and no one could have imagined that Han Dong would be born.

The next moment – buzz!

The sound of helicopters resounded in the main hall.

Three pitch-black helicopters landed outside the main hall, and more than a dozen people from the Martial Arts Sect Alliance walked into the main hall of the Zhuo family with calm faces.

"It's coming. ”

Zhuo Bicheng looked at the door excitedly.

"Not bad, not bad. ”

Zhuo Yongshi, the patriarch of the white-haired old man, exhaled with relief.

"This is a member of the Martial Arts Sect Alliance. The rest of the clan also stared at the door of the main hall, nervous, apprehensive, or silent.

The leader is a middle-aged woman.

Behind her, a young, beautiful, and capable woman walked out, her voice was cold, and she took out a piece of black and white paper: "This is the ruling order of the Martial Arts Sect Alliance, please Zhuo Bicheng immediately return to the Sect Alliance with us to accept the review." ”

Phew.

Zhuo Bicheng hurriedly stood up and was about to speak.

At this moment - boom!

The entire manor area shook instantly, as if a wild beast was stepping on the ground, and a small earthquake occurred within a radius of kilometers, causing the lights in the main hall to flicker and dim, and causing the calligraphy and paintings on the walls to fall one after another.

The momentum of staring at the clouds filled the audience.

The indescribable chill permeates the surroundings.

In a flash.

A clear voice pierced through the air.

"Zhuo Bicheng. ”

"Take our Qingshan Sect's things and give them back to me. ”

Han Dong, who was wearing a pitch-black windbreaker, came here like a knife, his clothes were swinging, his eyes were dignified, and he poked out his right palm and slapped it forward.

Disheveled!!!

Internal forces riot, inspiration collapses!

The giant palm of light pushed across the eons - the cold air that crossed hundreds of meters in an instant, shining on the living area within a radius of hundreds of meters, and bombarded Zhuo Bicheng, the Zhuo family, on the spot.