Suddenly, a chuckle came: "What a hero out of a young man, I didn't expect you to reach this point at such a young age? If it weren't for the fact that the organization attaches great importance to this event and asked me to come in person, I'm afraid that I would really miss it." ”

An old man dressed in white suddenly appeared next to the window, looking at Ma Han and Feng Ying with a smile, his eyes were full of appreciation.

"Who are you?" asked the horse coldly.

"I'm the Black Evil Bronze Killer No. 33 Lan Buti, our Black Evil Organization is huge, and it's not something that you, a young man, can stop at all, if you listen to my advice, you still obediently let me take this little girl, lest the genius die young, and then I will regret it in vain." Lan said with a smile.

"Heisha, why do you have to arrest Feng Ying?" asked Ma Han.

"These things are all arranged by my superiors, I don't care so much at all, I only know that after completing this task, my strength will be able to increase a little, and then my ranking will be able to rise a little. Lan didn't get tired of smiling.

"In that case, there's nothing to say, as long as you can defeat me, you can do whatever you want. Ma Han said with a cold look in his eyes.

Lan Buyi sighed: "My old man is too lazy to move his hands and feet, why are you disobedient?"

While speaking, Lan Buti had already pulled out a soft sword from his waist and shook it towards Ma Han, and suddenly the soft sword was like a poisonous snake, attacking Ma Han's throat.

Ma Han pushed Feng Ying away, turned around suddenly, and dodged the sword, but the soft sword seemed to be about to turn, suddenly deflected to the left, and continued to stab at Ma Han.

"Soft water continues!" Ma Han shouted, his hands were full of true yuan, and an invisible momentum surrounded his hands, under this momentum, the soft sword became more and more difficult to wield freely, as if trapped in a spider's web.

A cautious look flashed in Lan Buti's eyes, before the fight, although he saw that Ma Han was a fierce opponent, but after all, Ma Han was so young, even if he was a genius, at most the level of internal strength was in line with his own, in terms of fighting experience and martial arts, how could he be his opponent who had been cultivating for many years? Who expected that as soon as he made a move, he found that no matter what aspect he was, the other party was a fierce opponent, and he should not be underestimated.

"The golden snake is out of the hole!" Lan was not tired of this move, but among the martial arts he had cultivated, one of the three strongest moves, the soft sword was like a dragon python, flying on Ma Han's side.

Lan is not tired of making a move, naturally because he does not want to delay here, this is Jingbei City, those people in the special place are not eating dry rice, as long as he makes a move here, stay a little longer, the people in the special place will find out, this is why he does not make a move unless it is absolutely necessary, but let Hongyun's subordinates who are inferior in cultivation take action, these people are weak, if they shoot, they will not attract attention.

"Storm!" Ma Han dodged the soft sword while taking the opportunity to approach Lan Buti, in terms of strength, this Lan Buti is obviously a medium figure among the masters, Ma Han has just broken through to the seventh layer of the refining body, and it is almost the same in terms of strength, but the quality of Ma Han Zhenyuan is much stronger than Lan Buti, coupled with the unfathomable profundity of the soft fist, Ma Han obviously has the upper hand in the fight.

Lan Buyi showed a look of disbelief, and the smile on his face disappeared for the first time, how old is this guy? He is so strong, and he doesn't even seem to be an opponent?

"Sword rain in the sky!" Lan Buyi gritted his teeth and made the strongest move, only to see the sword shadow heavy, attacking towards Ma Han.

"Ten thousand waves!" As soon as the sixth move of the soft fist was shot, suddenly those sword shadows disappeared one by one, and after a while, the soft sword was tightly pinched between Ma Han's fingers, unable to move.

Lan Buyi was shocked, his eyes showed a look of determination, and he suddenly put aside the soft sword in his hand, stretched out his palm, and saw a sword light appear on Lan Buti's middle finger.

Lan Bu was tired of showing a heartache, this sword in his hand, but he had worked hard for seven or eight years. Lan Buti had an adventure when he was young, and got a magical secret technique, relying on absorbing sword qi every day, he warmed a sword qi in his palm, the power of this sword qi will never be limited, the longer the time of recuperation, the stronger the power, in most of Lan Buti's life, this sword qi saved his life three times, until later, after he broke through the master level, the number of life and death crises decreased sharply, so that he could warm this sword qi for a longer time.

Right now, this sword qi in Lan Buti's fingers has been cultivated by Lan Buti for ten years, and the power of this sword qi alone is three times that of Lan Buti's own attack power.

As soon as this sword qi was shot, suddenly in Ma Han's palm, the invisible momentum was like a spider web cut by a sharp blade, and it was cut to pieces.

"Boy, waste ten years of my hard work, take your life. Lan Buyi shouted angrily, and slashed at Ma Han with his palm, obviously Lan Buyi at this moment, and there was still some distance from Ma Han, according to this estimate, Lan Buyi couldn't cut Ma Han at all, but Ma Han intuitively felt the crisis.

"Water Dragon Claw!" Ma Han's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already reached Lan Buti's side, and his right hand was like a dragon's claw, and he suddenly grabbed Lan Buti's throat.

Lan Buti is not a fat monkey, his strength is very strong, coupled with decades of fighting experience, when Ma Han's right hand just arrived at Lan Buti's neck, he felt the breath of death, the shocked Lan Buti, and he didn't care about the master's bearing, so he fell directly to the ground and rolled with a lazy donkey, which barely escaped Ma Han's right hand.

Lan Buti's face was pale, and suddenly his right hand suddenly slashed out, and a sharp mang suddenly attacked Ma Han, this fierce mang was Lan Buti's ten years of hard work, and as soon as he got out of Lan Buti's palm, he had already arrived in front of Ma Han's eyes.

Ma Han's face was cold, he couldn't dodge at the moment, and suddenly raised his right hand and smashed towards the sharp mang, even so, the sharp light still stabbed into Ma Han's shoulder, and suddenly a blood hole appeared on Ma Han's left shoulder.

Lan Buti saw that the last stunt failed, and knew that he would never be able to achieve his goal today, so he turned over and jumped out of the window, and was about to escape.

"You gave me such a generous gift, and you are going to run away?" Ma Han suddenly punched Lan Buti in the back of the heart, only to see Lan Buti staggering and falling downstairs like a kite off the string, and then barely stood up, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Master, are you alright, how are you?" Feng Ying stepped forward and shouted in panic.

"I'm fine, skin trauma. Ma Han felt that although the injury was more serious, there was no internal injury, and with his recovery speed, it would take about half a month, which was about the same.

"It's not safe here, you call your father quickly and ask him to arrange it for you, the enemy is too strong, and I can't completely protect you at the moment. Ma Han commanded.

Feng Ying nodded, and said with tears in her eyes: "It's all my fault, if you don't cultivate well, if I become powerful, Master, you won't be injured." ”

In fact, Ma Han's age is not much older than Feng Ying, but Feng Ying's master called it extremely naturally, without any reluctance.