Fang Wuxian never thought that he would meet a powerful man in the world as a master outside the world. But the world is changing, people are constantly moving forward, he goes around several reincarnations between life and death, and at this time it has become the most critical move in the competition for national power, so that he not only has the feeling that life is like a dream.

He looked at Han Dexin and said in a flat tone: "I shot nearly twenty Innate Realm cultivators at Hulukou, but I didn't expect that there were still fish that slipped through the net and dared to hide in the shadows, you let them leave, I will spare their lives." ”

Zhang Chunshan smiled but did not speak, but in his heart he was surprised by what Fang Wuxian said "them".

In fact, at this time, Han Dexin had not yet become a "prisoner", and the Korean system only lost, and it was not the time to collapse and completely collapse. From the perspective of the country and the people, the Korean system has been operating in China for decades, and it has long been deeply rooted, and its complete eradication will inevitably shake the foundation of China.

The reason why Zhang Chunshan came to see Han Dexin was, of course, not to show off his might. His aim was to put an end to the political chaos in China as soon as possible before he could concentrate on development.

He also thought that Han Dexin might make a desperate attempt to assassinate him in court, and he was innocent and "senior brother" Shui Gongbo on the surface, and there were also many fifth- and sixth-order master guards in secret. But he didn't expect that Han Dexin would not only assassinate suddenly, but also arrange a lot of masters after listening to Fang Wuxie's meaning, which was really desperate.

It seems that it is really right to bring Fang Wuxian tonight, Lao Han is not a fool, he will never do anything like touching an egg against a stone, with Fang Wuxie, the killing god, he may be able to avoid a bloody battle.

The person who knows you best is your enemy This sentence is really true, as Zhang Chunshan expected, Han Dexin looked at Fang Wuxie, who was thin and proud, and then looked at the fat but gentle and modest Shui Gongbo, the appearance and demeanor of these two people are definitely at the level of monsters in the pile of ordinary people, but if they have the aura of a cultivator, they are undoubtedly the image of a real master.

"Good, good, good!"

He said three good words in a row, turned around and bowed to the attic: "It's impossible to do it now, Han can't stand you, you better leave by yourself." ”

A sigh came from the attic, and just when everyone thought that those cultivators would leave, a white light shot out from the window on the second floor, heading straight for Zhang Chunshan.

Zhang Chunshan is a veteran of the bloody battle on the battlefield, although he can't avoid the light of the head, but he also has clear eyes and no fear.

Shui Gongbo knew that Fang Wuxie's body was damaged, and he stepped forward to stop him, but he heard Fang Wuxie say "Senior Brother" and stopped him by mistake.

The reason why Fang Wuxian didn't let Shui Gongbo make a move, and shouted Senior Brother in public, of course, had his own purpose.

His divine sense clearly sensed that the white light shot at Zhang Chunshan was a dagger more than an inch long, although it was sharp and fast, and its power was comparable to that of a sniper bullet, it was not a full-strength blow from a sixth-order cultivator, it was estimated that the person had only heard of his reputation, but he didn't know his own methods, and wanted to make a test before deciding whether to leave or stay.

Since the enemy wants to be tempted, let the other party test enough. He wants to let the "senior brother" of Shui Gongbo continue to maintain a sense of mystery, and he wants to launch a thunderous blow.

The white light slashed towards Zhang Chunshan as quickly as lightning, but it suddenly slowed down two meters in front of Zhang Chunshan, revealing the "true face" of the dagger, and then it was like piercing into an invisible mire, the speed became slower and slower, and finally stopped in front of Zhang Chunshan's eyebrows.

"Since you don't want to leave, let's stay!"

Fang Wuxie's voice was hoarse, echoing through the night and through the rain, reverberating in the space that the power of divine consciousness could touch, making everyone's hearts tremble. When he came back to his senses, a huge hole with a diameter of three meters had appeared in the attic where the white light was emitted, and there was no trace of breath coming from the attic.

Fang Wuxian stood with his hands in his hands, and the whites of his eyes like dead fish eyes swept over the trees, the pavilions, the strange stones, and any place where the cultivator was hidden that was sensed by the power of his divine sense.

"Since you are allowed to go, and you are reluctant to go, then don't go."

Fang Wuxie's voice sounded in everyone's minds again, and a figure jumped down from the tree, not attacking, but flying towards the outside of the island, the speed was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye. Seeing that he was about to flee from the island when he got on the stone bridge, a thick blood color filled the sky and the earth in an instant, and the man screamed, and his body limbs seemed to be cut by the dislocated space, and he disappeared from everyone's sight at once, leaving only his head to fall on the stone bridge with a bang.

The monk's body was far stronger than that of ordinary people, but the head seemed to have lost all its physical essence, and fell to pieces on the stone bridge, which perfectly explained what it meant to have a liver and brain.

The people who were originally hiding in the shadows didn't dare to make a move, nor did they dare to escape, so they hurriedly appeared and came out, and there were as many as fourteen, and the minimum cultivation was also the beginning of the sixth order.

The leader said in a loud voice: "Don't be angry, the real people are not malicious, but in recent years, the vitality of heaven and earth has become increasingly thin, and the land in the world has been under the jurisdiction of the state. The resources required for my cultivation are inseparable from the help of the state, and the country also needs the help of our monks. Since Mr. Zhang is determined to reform, we must always meet with Mr. Zhang to discuss in detail. ”

What the man said was true, Zhang Chunshan nodded, and it was an acknowledgement. Although Han Dexin understands the truth that people have to bow their heads under the low eaves, but he was "betrayed" by his former henchmen in front of him, and he was lost in his heart, but he is not a shrew who only knows how to scold the street, but a big man who has held power for decades, and he still has a mind, and he said innocently: "Please also ask real people to open up for the cultivation world." ”

Fang Wuxian pretended to be a master, but in fact, the two arrows he had just shot had damaged his body again, and he made a look at the old man Zhang Chunshan, and pulled the "senior brother" into the pavilion to take shelter from the rain and rest.

Zhang Chunshan arched his hand towards the masters and said, "You all know me, that is the real person of the Shushan Sword Sect, right?" We had dinner at the same table, you remember. ”

An old man nodded with a dark face. Usually, these sixth-order Innate Realm cultivators were all VIPs sitting on the table, but at this time, although their faces were quite passable, they were really "captives" of others, and they were really a little embarrassed.

"Cultivators are also human beings, and they are also my Chinese people. But all those who care about China hope that the country will prosper and prosper for a long time. At this point, I believe that Lao Han and I, as well as all of you, are all thinking the same. Fighting on the battlefield is a battle of will, everyone tries their best to rely on their abilities, and life and death are unbearable. After the war, it is necessary to maintain order, which is the driving force for the rebirth of China. Gentlemen, I haven't seen Lao Han for many years, first talk about the old days, and then set up a banquet at the State Guesthouse, let's talk about state affairs, look forward to the future, and get drunk. ”

Fang Wuxian sighed in the pavilion: Jiang is still old and spicy, and he is a soul dementor who uses his vitality to shoot arrows, but he is afraid of that group of people. But after this old man's call, the various mysteries hidden in it must have already made the cultivators excited.

[Author's digression]: Chapter 2