Seeing that Han Zhuo didn't speak, Ma Chaocheng asked again: "I am the instructor of the Martial Arts Army of the Tiger Guard Division of the Southwest Military Region, and I am here to carry out a search mission. ”

Han Zhuo deliberately lowered his throat and said, "The person you are looking for is in my hands, come with me." ”

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave, thinking that Ma Chaocheng should be similar to Lu Qiujing, so he could only walk steadily, or take him for a distance first, then volley into the void, and then stop and slip for a while, otherwise he was afraid that he would not be able to keep up with him.

Who knew that Ma Chaocheng's reaction was unexpected, as soon as Han Zhuo turned around, Ma Chaocheng had already ordered: "Fire!"

"What?" Han Zhuo was directly stunned for a moment, why did he open fire?

However, this martial arts army team didn't give him time to think, and the sound of bullets had already sounded.

"It's trying to beat me into a sieve. Fortunately, Han Zhuolin was not shocked, the dark source power was greatly opened, and the Gangfeng surrounded him on the ground, wrapping himself up, and when the bullets flew to his side, he was immediately swept by the Gangfeng and began to rotate around him.

Then, above his head, a black hole of dark swirls was opened, and everything around his body, including bullets, was carried by the wind, and all of them were sucked into the extremely dark abyss.

Ma Chaocheng was not idle, his strength was outward, and he also summoned a whirlwind, attacking Han Zhuo, rolling thousands of fallen leaves on the ground, like a sharp flying knife, but although Volley Jin Dacheng is already the peak of the martial arts master, his strength is still far from the great master of Huajin, and the bullets can't break Han Zhuo's wind, not to mention these "flying knives" of his?

At this time, the wind around Han Zhuo had already formed a tornado, and as soon as Ma Chaocheng's "flying knife" touched the edge, it was immediately assimilated, and it was submerged into the hole of the dark vortex above with the tornado.

Ma Chaocheng was taken aback, this is not a martial arts national art, let alone Xuan Ming Gangqi, there is an alien martial arts in the country, this news must be told to Jian Youchen.

Seeing that the skill in front of him was far superior to his own, Ma Chaocheng yelled: "Retreat." ”

The rest of the martial arts army squad was stunned, this is the first time since the advent of the martial arts army, the first time that they took the initiative to retreat without even finding out the shadow of the enemy.

Someone shouted: "Instructor Ma, fight with him, as a soldier to protect the family and defend the country, how can there be any reason to admit cowardice?"

The others responded immediately, and the crowd was excited.

Ma Chaocheng said angrily: "Fart, we are not afraid of death, and we are not reckless, everyone retreats immediately, sends the position to He Zhengfeng, and immediately calls him over." ”

Only then did everyone understand: "It turned out to be called for support." Immediately, as Ma Chaocheng said, he scattered and retreated, and his figure quickly disappeared into the forest.

All this happened under Han Zhuo's nose, and Han Zhuo thought to himself: "Well, it's okay to do this, so as to save yourself from accidentally hurting others, the father and son of the Jian family are entangled with me." "I only let go of that small group of martial arts soldiers, and waited quietly for He Zhengfeng to come over.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, He Zhengfeng not only did not come, but even Ma Chaocheng did not know when to retreat two miles.

Han Zhuo had no choice but to accept the exercises, and after exploring the magic sense, the two senior brothers were discussing countermeasures:

"Chaocheng, you're not mistaken, right? The teacher said that Xuanming Gangqi is the orthodox inheritance of Daomen cultivation, and the martial arts and national arts are also evolved from it, and none of us have really seen the two brothers and sisters of the Luqiu family move the real character, will that person also make Xuanming Gangqi?"

"Impossible, the teacher said that there is no one else in the world except for the two brothers and sisters of the Luqiu family. ”

"In that case, that person really has to be Lu Qiubai?"

"I don't know, but I must have put on makeup, and I made up a lot, obviously I was a young man, but I was dressed as a middle-aged uncle, and my beard was very fake. ”

"How can such a young person have such profound skills? The teacher said that in ancient times, there were two great cultivators in the Daomen: the Xuanwu Sect and the Bashu Sword Sect, and it is said that the inheritance of the Bashu Sword Sect has the effect of rejuvenating people. ”

"Yes, it's a pity that our teacher is a descendant of the Xuanwu Sect, otherwise we might be able to taste the taste of rejuvenation. ”

"Don't dream, I heard that after the failure of the Daomen, whether it is the Xuanwu Sect or the Sword Sect, they can only take the national art as the main inheritance, and the descendants of the Sword Sect must at least cultivate to the peak of the transformation of strength in order to have the effect of rebirth. ”

"So you suspect that person is a descendant of the Sword Sect......? This news is also too important, and the teacher said that the Sword Sect has long since disappeared from the world. ”

"Well, I don't know why he kidnapped Lu Qiujing, I can't tell if he is friend or foe, and he must have shown mercy to his subordinates just now, if he is serious, I am afraid that I will follow in the footsteps of my senior brother. ”

When Ma Chaocheng said this, Han Zhuo couldn't help but touch his chin in the distance, and a cold sweat broke out in his heart: "Is it really like this to put on makeup? When I look in the mirror, I feel that it is a completely different person, but fortunately, they only suspect Lu Qiubai and the Sword Sect." ”

Listening to what the two senior brothers said about rejuvenation, and thinking of Chu Qiang, who is still living in seclusion and cultivating in Diling Mountain, it further confirms that he and Song Lian are indeed in the same vein as the Bashu Sword Sect.

Now I still remember Chu Qiang, a middle-aged man with a big belly, who was dozens of years younger than he was like magic, and became a white-faced young man.

Han Zhuo has always been concerned about the secret realm of Nanzhou, since the Shinto Society has made up its mind, it will not give up, turn around and let Chu Qiang and Song Lian also pay attention to it, don't just focus on retreat, even the fat in front of you can be taken away by others.

The two brothers were still discussing, and Ma Chaocheng asked, "Then should we chase or not?"

He Zhengfeng hesitated: "If you don't chase it, I don't know what year I will be able to find Senior Sister Lu Qiujing, she is the only inheritor of Xuan Ming Gangqi under the teacher's door, but if you chase it, according to what you said, the person's practice is already higher than ours, not a level, the death of the senior brother is especially in front of us, the teacher has also taken special care of us, no matter if you encounter trouble or the enemy, you must think twice, don't act recklessly." ”

Han Zhuo couldn't help but shake his head: "These two nerds. With a turn of his mind, he simply tore off the corner of his clothes and wiped half of his face, stepped in front of He Zhengfeng and Ma Chaocheng in front of his brothers, and shouted: "It turns out that you are hiding here and eating my blow." ”

With a wave of his hand and a volley punch, he flew towards the two opposite sides with a few leaves, the two brothers were startled by this suddenness, and instinctively responded with all their might, and the four tornadoes rose flat, crossing towards Han Zhuo, Han Zhuo also looked like three whirlwinds, eliminating the three strands on the opposite side.

The remaining force was hard to catch with his body, and the powerful tornado whirlwind shook and peeled off the surrounding trees, and Han Zhuo's body rolled several times in a row, and most of his clothes were torn to shreds.

Fortunately, covering his mouth, the masked guy didn't fall off, Han Zhuo coughed, spit out a mouthful of blood on the cloth, wiped it with his hand, and scolded: "Two despicable and obscene villains, teaming up to plot against me." "Summoning the wind, flee to the rear.