For the detailed information of the twelve hidden dragons, as well as the facial features, all martial arts geniuses in the realm of high-ranking martial arts generals basically pay attention to collecting information, so as not to know the true face of Lushan.

Among the twelve hidden dragons, there are only two of them.

The seventh hidden dragon is the disciple of the Holy Spring Sect and the peak of the martial arts realm. The ninth Qianlong is the first Chinese martial arts student from Jiangnan University, Gaishi Han Dong.

This is information that they already know.

At this moment, the six high-ranking generals looked at each other, quietly looking at Han Dong, who was dressed in black, with a look of doubt in their eyes.

"Strange. ”

"Look at the restrained qi on his body, it's nothing more than the middle rank of the martial arts realm, how can he rank ninth in the hidden dragon?"

Notice.

The twelve hidden dragons have all touched the martial arts level of the Martial Sect Realm...... In addition to Gai Shi, the other hidden dragons are either well-known Martial Sect Realms, or half-step Martial Sect Realms that are about to be promoted.

Referring to the world of martial arts.

The world of the high-level military generals crushed the half-step martial arts sect.

And the peak of the martial arts realm can be comparable to the next martial arts sect...... The Gaishi Han Dong in front of him seems to be only a median military general.

"So. ”

"What kind of virtue can he have, and he can be ranked ninth?" The six martial arts geniuses who commented on the martial arts realm, their eyes flashed with a faint look of doubt, but they did not provoke in person.

Provoking the hidden dragon, stupid to the extreme!

This Tianjiao War has not yet begun, and it is really unwise to expose the terrifying force of the six of them in order to question their minds a little.

The female military general gently pulled up the short black hair that fell from her ears, and said in a low voice: "Maybe Han Dongnai is the weakest of the twelve hidden dragons, forty meters apart, we talked quietly, and he still looked around as usual. ”

"I'm afraid he didn't hear it at all. ”

"In terms of physical fitness alone, maybe he can't compare to the peak of our martial arts realm. ”

The five people next to him, all of whom were at the peak of the martial arts realm, couldn't help but show their approval when they heard this, and their vigilance against Han Dong, the ninth master of the hidden dragon, was slightly reduced.

In fact, the information they found was not very detailed.

For example, the feat of dragging down a sect-level demon, or climbing the mountain gate of the Chihu Lan Sect and defeating all the core disciples, the former may be found, but the latter is untraceable, and few people know about it.

After a while.

The female military general laughed lightly: "Although I always feel that this Hidden Dragon Ninth is a little unworthy of the name, but he looks good, and he can be described as dignified." ”

The other five people continued to observe the surroundings, only as if this was the ridicule of the female general.

However.

Han Dong, who was standing forty meters away, naturally turned his head, and his leisurely gaze, which was as clear as a spring, seemed to contain the majesty of the giant pillar of the Dinghai Sea, penetrating the air of forty meters and falling deep in the heart of the female general.

He smiled slightly, bowing his head.

Even if Han Dong takes modesty as his motto, when he clearly hears the emotion of the female general, it seems that he drank a big sip of Sprite with ice and sugar and spicy Sprite on dog days, which is wonderful and indescribable.

"Hey. ”

"Your aesthetic is really good. Han Dong said shyly.

Phew.

This unceremonious compliment, blending into the cool air, blending into the breeze of early spring, reached the ears of the female general, making her stiffen, like a lifelike sculpture.

In a flash.

Her light makeup froze, and her eyes revealed a sense of horror and horror: "This, this is a teleportation?"

Only the Martial Sect Realm, or a very small number of military generals who are skilled in manipulating internal forces and know everything about them, can transmit sounds.

The sound transmission in the air is one of the side proofs of the level of force.

This is definitely not a superficial way to shock the air to produce sound, but to create a separate sound curve that avoids the ears of the rest of the people.

Suddenly.

Someone next to him sighed: "The three heroes of this generation are also strong and weak. Whether it is fame, background, or realm martial arts, Jiang Fengxuan is the leader, Han Dong is second, and Liu Tuyun is the last to be in the world. ”

"That makes sense. The rest bowed slightly.

They don't care much about the order of the world. Because the contemporary Tianjiao seat must belong to the terrifying genius of the Martial Sect Realm.

This is the trend of the times, and the progress of martial arts training of people who have built the world is already slow, because the reputation of the world is that they are invincible in the same realm, not the progress of martial arts.

Reaching the Martial Sect Realm before the age of twenty-five?

The youngest Martial Sect Realm ever had the age of twenty-seven.

Side.

The female military commander Jing rubbed her face twice, opened her mouth, but didn't open her mouth after all, and looked at Han Dong's back silently.

......

The sun shines in the sky, and the breeze blows the mountains and forests.

Surrounded by martial arts geniuses who came and went, either under the leadership of the sect elders or arriving here alone, they gathered in front of a vast pure white tent and lined up in three columns.

Above the tent, there is a sticker: Registration Office.

This milky white plastic label, about seven or eight meters long and wide, has crooked handwriting on it, like a ghostly drawing.

But.

No matter how ugly the handwriting is, it can't cover the most crowded and noisy place here, where a large number of martial arts geniuses line up.

Han Dong stood in the distance, thoughtful.

Ling Xiao's momentum was all restrained, his face was indifferent, and he occasionally had martial arts geniuses passing by, at this time, Han Dong, like an ordinary ordinary person, couldn't attract the attention of other martial arts geniuses at all.

Unless you have specifically checked the details of the twelve hidden dragons, you can recognize Han Dong.

"Strange. ”

"This year's battle is based on killing the enemy, and it still needs to be cumbersome to register?And what is the purpose of these tents?" Han Dong looked around, his face a little indescribably strange.

This is the battle of the world?

But the scene in front of him was chaotic, giving him a sense of chaos and disorder.

At this very moment.

In the lively left area, the noise has been significantly reduced by a few minutes, followed by a burst of whispering, rendering a strange and quiet atmosphere.

Like an unpredictable majesty, he patrolled the audience.

"Gaishi!"

"The two Gaishi, the Seventh River Fengxuan of the Hidden Dragon, and Liu Tuyun of the Dihua Academy!" someone gasped, his eyes were filled with awe, and he looked at the two Gaishi who were striding meteors.

Rushing.

The dense crowd made way for a passage.

Rao is Liu Tuyun is not listed as the twelve hidden dragons, but he is also the master of the realm of the lower military generals, which is comparable to the realm of high-ranking military generals.

Moreover, all over the land of China, there are only three people in the world!

Large and small martial arts sects, countless idle martial arts practitioners and martial arts students, there are only three of them.

Thus.

The rarity of the world, the rarity of the world.

Countless eyes converged on Jiang Fengxuan's sharp face, and the silver hair and dark purple robe showed the resolute and resolute spirit.

It is like heaven and earth, and it is exalted.

Smack.

Smack.

Jiang Fengxuan dusted off his dark purple robe and stood ten meters to the left of Han Dong.

The surrounding martial arts geniuses were all curious and puzzled, looking at Han Dong with an indifferent face, secretly guessing where this was sacred, and he could let Jiang Fengxuan confront him.

"Who's that?"

"I don't know very well, looking at his indifferent demeanor, it doesn't seem to be a fake, is he also one of the twelve hidden dragons of this generation?"

Everyone speculated and hesitated.

Even.

The martial arts geniuses who were queuing up in the distance also paid attention to this, observing carefully, and secretly shocked by the domineering spirit of Gai Shijiang Fengxuan.

"It deserves to be the seventh of the hidden dragons. ”

"Just watching from afar actually made me feel a little thrilled...... Could it be that this is one of the techniques of the Nine Sects of the Holy Spring Sect, the swan song of Bajiang?"

Some people were moved and smacked their tongues.

Some people were silent and shocked.

This is the deterrent power of the Twelve Hidden Dragons, which almost made the audience sigh, but Jiang Fengxuan didn't care much, brushed his silver-white medium-length hair, and stared at Han Dong proudly.

Silent.

The atmosphere was frozen in silence.

Many martial arts geniuses present, including Liu Tuyun, a martial arts student from Dihua Academy, also stood aside with nervous faces, adding to the solemn atmosphere.

At this very moment.

Han Dong coughed with a strange expression: "What do you think I do?"

Hehe.

Jiang Fengxuan chuckled.

"Look at you? No, you're wrong, I'm just looking at the weak. His voice was calm, as if he was still expounding the truth: "I am Gai Shijiang Fengxuan." What is Gaishi will be defined by me. ”

？？？

Han Dong was a little dazed.

This is an inexplicable thing that came out of nowhere, how do you feel that there is something wrong with your head, I'm afraid it's not because of the IQ of practicing martial arts.

But.

Han Dong does not discriminate against him.

Due to the existence of his master Ning Moli, he has always adhered to the principle of leniency in the face of martial arts practitioners suffering from mental illness.

What's more, this is still a world, a man with a problem with his head?

Wretched.

What a pathetic man.

"Yes, you're right. Thinking of this, Han Dong added gently: "Then you slowly define what is the world, and I won't stop you." ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience sighed.