The five monks on the other side suddenly shut up together.

Zhang Han also shut up.

It's not that any side has instigated to admit defeat.

It's because between the two parties, suddenly and inexplicably there is an extra person.

The extra was a black-clothed monk with a hat on his head and a conspicuous dragon-headed knife behind him.

As soon as the blackfriar appeared, an extraordinary momentum overwhelmed the people on both sides speechless.

Very rarely came to Yueyang City, Zhang Han naturally did not know this person.

But the five on the other side looked at this black-clothed friar, how did they look at it and feel familiar.

For a while, both sides forgot about the quarrel theory and looked at the comers.

Zhang Han frowned, and the person who came pretended to be profound, and went to that station without saying a word, not knowing whether he was an enemy or a friend.

It is unlikely that he is a friend, after all, he rarely comes to Yueyang City, and there is no such number one person in his memory.

If it is an enemy, it will be troublesome, and this black-clothed monk who is really restrained will not be able to detect the slightest Dan Qi. If it weren't for the clever means of qi accumulation, it would be a high-truth monk above the Yuan infant stage.

If the other party is really a Yuan Infant Monk, Zhang Han really doesn't know if the brocade feather chicken can deal with it.

Last time, the Yuanying monk who broke into Fulin Mountain, the brocade feather chicken only unexpectedly controlled it, and then received it from the empty space gate.

If you really want to be positive, can the brocade feather chicken that only inherited a wisp of the primordial spirit of the Pilin Patriarch be able to compete, Zhang Han is very empty in his heart.

Zhang Han turned his head to look at the brocade chicken, and saw that it squinted at the visitor and didn't say anything, so he felt a little relieved.

Now the scene was very depressing, the black-clothed monk stood still and looked pensive, and the others gathered around in silence, not daring to speak or move.

The blackfriar pondered for a long time, then finally raised his head, and then took off his hat, revealing his true face.

This black-clothed monk looked like he was in his thirties, his face was as smooth as a knife, his sword eyes were starry, he was not angry but mighty, and his eyes were extremely sharp.

"Hall Master Yang!" The silver-robed monk exclaimed first.

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

The five monks on the other side knelt on the ground in unison, lying on the ground and trembling slightly.

Zhang Han was stunned when he saw this.

What is the origin of this man?

Why are all these grandchildren on their knees?

Well.......

Am I going to kneel too?

He was still hesitating when he saw the blackfriar's eyes look at him with complicated eyes.

Hiss~

Zhang Han's back was cold.

Forget it, the hero doesn't suffer the loss in front of him, just kneel.

He slowly bent down, ready to kneel, but was grabbed by the blackfriar.

Although the black-clothed monk heard the quarrel below, he also felt that the bard was very young, but now looking at Zhang Han's childish face, he still sighed a little in his heart.

"That's it, the master is the teacher."

The blackfriar muttered to himself, and then saluted Zhang Han, so frightened that his soul almost flew away.

The thumbs of both hands are crossed, the body is slightly bowed, and the salute is three breaths, this is the teacher of the Flying Immortal Continent.

The black-clothed monk was suspected of being a monk of the Yuanying Dynasty, and he called the master a teacher, and he actually gave him a teacher salute.

This unbelievable scene made Zhang Han creepy.

Zhang Han was stunned, and the five monks who looked at the black-clothed monk cautiously were even more confused.

The black-clothed monk said to him respectfully: "The master of the Wuwei Hall of the Xiayue Mountain Sect, surnamed Yang Mingfeng, thank you for the grace of Daoist friends. ”

What is Yang?

Peak?

Yang Pinnacle?

Hiss~ This name is good, not a small good, but a big good!

But what did I do with him?

Could it be that the quarreling techniques that he brought over from his previous life just now were overheard by him?

Zhang Han was very confused, in the face of such courtesy from the big guy, he wanted to stop talking, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"I don't know my friend's name?"

"The surname is Zhang Minghan, the new head of Fulinmen." Zhang Han hurriedly returned the salute.

is the head of a faction at a young age, no wonder he can make his mouth open with one word, and sure enough, he has been a hero since ancient times.

Although there is only the foundation building period for cultivation, the wise man cannot set the level by cultivation.

For a while, Yang Fengfeng was full of emotion.

His surname is Yang, and he was extremely talented when he was young, and his father was a high-ranking and powerful Elder Yang of the Yueshan faction.

He named the peak, pinning on his father's expectation that he could practice Yueshan's sword technique to the peak.

Yang Fengfeng lived up to expectations, building a foundation at the age of thirteen, Jindan at the age of seventeen, and becoming a child at the age of twenty-nine.

Each layer of Yue Shan's sword technique was cultivated by him to an extreme, and when a wild knife was swung, it was like a monstrous wave, which was difficult to resist.

He used to work very hard, crazy, and conceited, and always thought that he was invincible among his peers, even if he was a monk who was a level higher than him, he dared to draw his sword and fight to death.

It wasn't until forty years ago that he met Li Tianhao, the master of the Quanzhen Sect's Law Enforcement Hall, on the road in Qilian Mountain.

Similar age.

Similar repairs.

Strife between sects.

Similar status within the door.

As if fateful, the two collided violently.

After the two fought hundreds of moves in full view, Li Tianhao made a shocking sword, shattering all his pride like a flying immortal out of the sky.

At the beginning, he was still unconvinced after losing a move, and after returning to the mountain, he cultivated even harder.

With unremitting hard work, Yang Fengfeng finally cultivated the Yueshan Sword Technique from one knife and nine hundred slashes to the highest realm that the Yuan Infant Stage could bear - one sword and a thousand slashes!

When he was looking forward to defeating Li Tianhao on the road of Qilian Mountain, Li Tianhao took a photo of the battle with a royal demon alone, which spread all over the Qilian Protectorate.

Yang Fengfeng took the photo and watched it over and over again.

He found that Li Tianhao's swordsmanship was also much better than when Qi Lianshan was discussing the Tao, and even more refined than him.

This made Yang Fengfeng feel a sense of powerlessness that he had never felt before, you must know that he was actually a small realm higher than Li Tianhao.

More than 30 years have passed, and frustration and time have smoothed his edges and corners, although his personality is still cold, but he has long lost the arrogance of his youth.

To this day, Yang Fengfeng is still a little unwilling, suppressing his cultivation in the late Yuan Infant period, and refusing to break through the realm.

Deep in his heart, he is still hoping that one day, he can be with Li Tianhao in the infancy stage.

After more than 30 years of penance, there was no breakthrough, and he could not take the Yueshan Sword Technique to a new level, as if the limit of the Yueshan Sword Technique was like this.

It wasn't until he just heard the two lines of poetry that Zhang Han recited, which made him suddenly realize it like an initiation.

"Looking horizontally into the side of the ridge into a peak, the distance and the height are different, I don't know the true face of Yue Mountain, only because I am in this mountain!"

He is in the peaks of Yueshan, no matter what, he can't see the whole picture of Yueshan, only by jumping out, can he observe and feel the complete peaks of Yueshan!

The same is true of Yueshan knife technique!

A word woke up the dreamer, Yang Fengfeng was grateful, and looked at Zhang Han very appreciatively.

Seeing a few monks kneeling on the ground trembling again, he suddenly felt a little eye-catching, and shouted coldly: "Don't get out of here!" ”

Yang Fengfeng is the hall master of the Wuwei Hall of the Yueshan Sect, and is in charge of the internal and external law enforcement of the Yueshan Sect.

These children of Yueyang City have suffered a lot in Wuwei Hall, and they are even more terrified of this hall master.

At this time, seeing Yang Fengfeng speak, several monks climbed up in a panic and swarmed towards the staircase.

Yang Dingfeng looked at the embarrassed appearance of several people, and his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and said, "Slow, apologize to Zhang Daoyou first!" ”