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The old man who suddenly arrived was none other than Chu Feng's master, Martial Arts Master Fan Lei!

To Han Zheng's surprise, he found that the internal strength in Fan Lei's body was very pure, although it was inferior to his own Qinglian True Qi in terms of level, it was twice as strong as his own in terms of quantity!

In addition, what surprised Han Zheng was that Fan Lei actually opened the leyline of life and death, as long as he opened the heavenly vein, he would be a real martial arts master.

"The Leng family, you are so anxious, today I will die in vain, and I will make your Leng family pay a heavy price. ”

After checking Chu Feng's body, Fan Lei's face was gloomy like water, and a cold murderous aura spread, making Wang Gang, who was standing beside him, feel cold to the bone, and couldn't help but shiver.

"Han Zheng, good, very good, the old man and you took over this duel today, and a week later, we will fight to the death in Lotus Ze. ”

As his momentum was released, an invisible strong wind rolled around his body, and several potted plants that were blowing were thrown out.

"Okay, seven days later, you and I will fight to the death!"

Han Zheng agreed indifferently, although Fan Lei shocked him a lot, but it was just a shock, and Han Zheng would not have too much psychological burden.

Fan Lei coldly swept over Leng Lao, who was standing on the stage, and then rolled up Chu Feng's corpse with his strength and left the banquet hall with a meteor in his arms.

Wang Gang's group of Chu Feng's subordinates left with Fan Lei, and several bigwigs belonging to Chu Feng's camp also followed.

Leng Lao glanced at Fan Lei's back coldly, with an irrepressible killing intent on his face.

Then he ordered someone to clean up the scene, Leng Lao returned to normal, and announced the start of the auction with a smile.

Han Zheng did not stay at the scene, but replied again with Leng Lao and the others on the nineteenth floor, and the auction below no longer meant anything to them.

"Xiaoyou, although I am not a martial artist, Fan Lei feels very unusual to me today, and his aura seems to have increased by a little bit. ”

Sitting on the sofa, Leng Lao drank a word of tea, and looked at Han Zheng with worriedness, wanting to get some confirmation from him.

"That's right, he is only half a step away from the Grandmaster, I believe that in seven days, Fan Lei will become the Grandmaster, and then there will be a life-and-death duel between us. ”

Han Zheng calmly told Fan Lei's true situation now, a new grandmaster was not a big threat to him.

As long as he arranged the Spirit Gathering Array in these seven days, seven days would be enough time for the true qi in his body to reach a terrifying level.

Even if Fan Lei really stepped into the realm of a grandmaster, he would be able to defeat him and kill this new grandmaster under the sword.

Hearing Han Zheng say that Fan Lei was very likely to enter the Grandmaster Realm, this made Leng Lao's faces suddenly thicken.

Although Han Zheng has already achieved the rank of grandmaster, he is still young after all, Fan Lei has been cultivating in the martial arts for decades, and the experience he has accumulated alone is incomparable to Han Zheng.

If these people were Leng Lao, if they knew that Han Zheng's inner soul was an old monster with eight hundred years of immortal cultivation accumulation, they didn't know what they would think.

"Then little friend, how many percent of you can beat me and win against Fan Lei?"

This is what Leng Lao is most concerned about now, if Han Zheng is defeated, then the entire Leng family will inevitably suffer bloody revenge from Fan Lei, the new grandmaster.

"Ninety percent sure, Leng Lao, please rest assured, we are now on the same front, even if I can't kill Fan Lei at that time, I will seriously injure him so that he can't pose any threat to the Leng family in a few years, in addition, you don't need to worry, he Fan Lei and I can't be compared in terms of background, otherwise how can I be promoted to the grandmaster at such a young age, am I cultivated alone?"

The expressions of the few people present, how could Han Zheng not know what they were thinking in their hearts, and immediately moved out the unwarranted forces behind him.

Obviously, Han Zheng released this unwarranted news, and the faces of Leng Lao and the others calmed down at once.

It was only at this moment that they thought of the origin of Han Zheng's skills, a seventeen-year-old boy, who had become a grandmaster, was definitely not cultivated by himself, and there must be a great master behind him.

Thinking of this, the look on Leng Lao's face became very solemn, because he thought that the person who could train a young grandmaster would inevitably be a grandmaster.

This thought made Leng Lao's heart settle down all of a sudden, a big man who can cultivate a young grandmaster, that will definitely be a strange person who will not be born.

If Han Zheng was really defeated by accident, then the teacher behind him would definitely take action against Fan Lei, and the ability of an old grandmaster was absolutely terrifying.

Seeing that everyone's expressions were soothed, Han Zheng didn't say anything more, sat there drinking tea, chatting with a few people about the duel in seven days, while waiting for the jade and Qingshui Sword to be auctioned off.

About half an hour later, Leng Qingqiu, who was auctioning outside, walked in with Mu Lingshuang.

The two women, one holding a bronze mirror in one hand and a clear water sword in the other, walked quickly in front of Han Zheng and the others.

"The three items have been taken, and the copper incense burner was taken away by a brain-dead person with 10 million, if, the great grandmaster, this is the Qingshui Sword that your old man wanted. ”

Leng Qingqiu said with a smile, and then handed over the Qingshui Sword that had been auctioned in his hand to Han Zheng.

Mu Lingshuang called her brother sweetly, and handed the bronze mirror in her hand to Leng Lao obediently, Leng Lao looked at the little girl and liked it for a while, and immediately smiled and let Mu Lingshuang sit beside him.

The reason why Leng Qingqiu came back so quickly was because she saw with her own eyes how Han Zheng restored Qing Shui Jian to its original appearance, and she was very excited when she thought about it.

Han Zheng took the Qingshui Sword, placed it flat on the marble coffee table, and then in the expectation of everyone, his hands quickly sealed, and the few people who looked at the speed were dazzled for a while.

After the handprint condensation was completed, a bit of pure cyan star was suspended in front of Han Zheng, and several people opened their mouths wide.

They believed that this kind of magical method could not be done even by a martial arts master, and this seemed to be already a first-class technique.

"Could it be that Han Zheng is from the Dao Sect? If this is the case, then the depth of his background is awe-inspiring!"

Leng Lao sighed silently in his heart, looking at the pure cyan star condensed by Han Zheng, he guessed which hidden Dao sect Han Zheng was from.

Taoism has been a transcendent force in China since ancient times, and the martial arts world wants to be divided into two camps, and there have been many frictions between them in the long past.

But in modern times, most of the Taoist sects that have been inherited for a long time have been hidden in the world, and they don't care about participating in secular things, and most of the people who claim to be disciples of the Taoist sect are walking the rivers and lakes.

He still has some understanding of the cold old man of the Daomen, and in that war-torn era, he has seen the people in the Daomen many times to save the people from fire and water.

Han Zheng, who was concentrating, didn't pay attention to what Leng Lao and the others thought in their hearts, his hands condensed a handprint again, and a cyan halo appeared on his sword finger.

The left hand controlled that little bit of pure cyan starlight, and the sword finger of the right hand held the halo between the light and slowly and carefully wiped it over the body of the Qing Shui Sword!

With the wiping of the sword fingers, the original mottled sword god of Hideyoshi revealed the sword body that was originally as shiny as clear water, and under the light, it flashed out rippling light waves like autumn water.

Han Zheng was very focused on wiping the sword body on the other side, and then the hilt, and when he was about to withdraw his sword finger, a clear water long sword appeared in front of several people.

The sword body lay quietly on the coffee table, quiet like a work of art made by heaven, and there was a faint edge circulating on the blade.

"Today I will unseal for you, let you revive spiritually, and accompany me to kill the powerful enemies in the world in the future!"

Han Zheng drank lightly in his mouth, and then, the little pure cyan star on his left hand fell like a drop of water on the body of Ruqiu Shui Sword.

The low fall of the pure cyan star suddenly made the entire sword body ripple, like autumn water spreading, and the few people who watched it were all relaxed and happy.

Behind the entire sword in pure cyan, the originally quiet Qingshui Sword actually let out a sword groan, and the Qiushui Sword Body actually shook slightly.

Han Zheng stretched out his hand and held the Qingshui Sword in his hand, and the Qinglian True Qi in his body surged out and poured into the Qingshui Sword!

Airplanes......

The sword roared in shock, and a light cyan sword qi that was one meter long poured out, and Han Zheng looked at the small rockery in the distance.

Under the intently gaze of Leng Lao and the others, Han Zheng gently slashed towards the rockery ten meters away in his hand, and slashed down in the air!

The pale cyan sword qi flashed and slashed over the rockery, slashing all the way to the opposite wall and disappearing without a trace.

This kind of scene is even Leng Lao's opportunity, Han Zheng's random sword, that is, the sword qi spans twenty meters, slashing through the rockery and cutting out a crack in the wall twenty meters away.

The wall was the outer wall of the building, and even though it was night, several people could still see the light outside through the cracks.

"Yes, Qing Shui Sword, you will regain your former glory in the future!"

Han Zheng flicked his fingers on the body of the sword like water with satisfaction, and a trembling sound like a piano echoed in the ears of several people.

"Xiaoyou has this sword, I believe that the duel with Fan Lei will definitely increase the chances of victory, good sword, really a peerless sword!"

Leng Lao couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, he was very glad to let Han Zheng come over today, otherwise such a peerless sword would not know how long it would be dusted.

"Show somebody!"

Leng Qingqiu's eyes lit up, and he walked up to Han Zheng and stretched out his snow-white little hand, asking Han Zheng to hand over the Qingshui Sword to her to take a look.

However, what she didn't expect was that Han Zheng suddenly grabbed her snow-white little hand and slashed her middle finger lightly with the blade.

I only felt a chill on my fingers, and the next moment, I saw a few drops of blood falling from my fingers on Qing Shui Jianjian's body.

"Oops, it hurts, you're going to cut off someone's finger......"

The tingling pain in her fingers made Leng Qingqiu exclaim in surprise, and she was about to stretch out her little hand to slap Han Zheng, but the next scene made her speechless with her small mouth open!

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