"Haha, okay! I, Han, am alone, and I don't have any power behind me. Since you can say this, I, Han Ming, will fight you with the cultivation of the late stage of the fake pill, how about it?" Han Ming asked in a cold tone after pointing to the white beard and smiling coldly.

Qi Baibeard also flew into the sky, held back his anger and said, "Okay, I see that you are also a man." If you can really win over me, then what does it matter if I apologize to you?"

Han Ming shook his head, and the peerless sword instantly appeared in his hand. Although Han Ming hadn't really grasped the power of the peerless sword, he was already able to emit one-third of the power emitted by the Sun Heart Demon.

Suddenly, the Four Holy War Armors appeared on Han Ming's body, which made the people around him and Qi Baishu all amazed. After all, these four holy war armors looked mighty and extraordinary, far from being ordinary.

At this moment, Qi Baixu's heart was a little shaken, and he didn't know what to do. After all, the moment he saw the Four Holy War Armors, his heart was also a little cold.

The old man looked at Han Ming's Four Holy Battle Armor and peerless sword, felt the killing intent emanating from Han Ming's side, and said in a low voice with a wry smile: "This guy with white beard is just a troublemaker, I see how you end up today?"

At this time, a woman with a white veil flew in from a distance, and although she was wearing a veil, the belt still made people feel graceful. Flying to the old man's side, she asked delicately and softly, "Daddy, what's going on?"

"Hey, don't you know if you look at it!" the old man shook his head helplessly, pointing to Han Ming and Qi Baishu in the sky.

The young woman frowned slightly, and said with some displeasure: "Is my uncle causing trouble again?" Hey, don't you know that today is the time for me to compete in martial arts? Daddy, stop him quickly." My master said that only the person who wins today's contest can save my mother!"

After saying that, the veiled woman looked at the old man and still smiled bitterly, but did not say anything. He could only dance lightly and fly to the sky, standing beside Qi Baishu, and made a blessing to Han Ming, and said: "The little girl Qimeng has seen Daoyou, today is the day of the little woman's martial arts competition, and I hope that Daoyou will give Qimeng a face, don't fight, okay?"

Han Ming glanced at this Qi Meng, and suddenly remembered that Zi Yi had also worn such a veil, turned around with a displeased face, and replied in a cold voice: "Since this is the case, even if Han is disturbed, goodbye!"

With that, Han Ming was about to fly outside. Qimeng took a step forward and hurriedly whispered: "Fellow Daoist, since you are here, why don't you participate in Qimeng's martial arts competition to recruit relatives?"

Han Ming didn't turn around, and snorted coldly: "Han already has a wife, and he didn't come here to participate in Miss Qi's martial arts competition. Alright, it's time for me to leave!"

When the old man heard this, he also hurriedly flew into the sky, and smiled gently: "Han Daoyou, why are you so anxious? Today is considered to be my Qijia Town, it is better to wait for the competition to recruit relatives, eat a glass of water and wine, it can be regarded as my Qiyun and clan brother to accompany Daoyou!"

At this moment, everyone woke up from their obsession and shouted.

"Oh my God, look. That's Qimeng, that's Miss Qimeng!"

"It's so beautiful just by looking at the back, if you take off the veil, it must be very beautiful!"

"Miss Qimeng, Xiaosheng He Zhiyuan, to be able to meet Miss Qimeng today, it is really a blessing for Sansheng to ~~~~~~~~~~~"

When everyone heard that the famous He Zhiyuan said something courteous, they all felt a burst of contempt. But after looking at Qimeng's smiling face, they all reported their names there.

Han Ming looked at everyone's obsessed appearance, and after glancing at Qimeng curiously, he flew towards the competition platform and sat down under Qiyun's embrace, preparing to apologize to Han Ming for setting up a banquet after the competition.

One of the reasons why Qiyun cared so much about Han Ming was because of Han Ming's prestige in the Kunlun Continent and the relationship between the city lord who killed the city. As for the second reason, it is some secret things of the Qi family.

At this time, Qi Meng smiled at the surroundings next to the martial arts platform, and said, "Thank you for your face, now the competition begins!" After saying that, he whispered to Qi Baixu: "Third uncle, you preside!"

After finishing speaking, Qimeng also flew towards the competition platform, sat beside Qiyun, and talked to Han Ming from time to time. However, Han Ming had always closed his eyes, and his words were quite concise.

The competition began, and the people who came to the stage to compete went up and down one after another. After Han Ming looked at it, he smiled secretly: "It's actually some guys who don't enter the stream, and just now there was one of them who was hoarse with his mouth, it's really ridiculous!"

Han Ming was not the only one who felt funny, there was also a man with a flying sword on his back in the martial arts platform, this man was tall and powerful, wearing an ice blue silk robe, his chin was slightly raised, and his eyes looked straight at Qi Meng, and his eyes stayed on Qi Meng.

"Hmph! it's a bunch of rubbish, if I go up and sweep this bunch of garbage with a sword!" the man with the flying sword on his back said softly with a disdainful look on his face.

A quarter of an hour later, there was only a bald middle-aged man on the stage, with beads of sweat the size of beans dripping from his face, taking out an earthy gray pill and putting it in his mouth, chewing it slowly.

The middle-aged man saw a man with a flying sword on his back on the field, hugged his fists and said, "In Xia Xiao Zhan, I don't know who Daoyou is?"

The man replied coldly, "Nie Fengyun!"

Xiao Zhan's face was a little unbearable, and he said angrily: "Since Daoist friends are not good at talking, then let's fight!"

Nie Fengyun turned around, turned his back to Xiao Zhan and said disdainfully, "You are not worthy of fighting with Nie Mou." I advise you to get out of here quickly, otherwise my Fengyun Sword will definitely be sheathed by drinking blood!"

"Why is this person so angry, but a hairy person in the early stage of Jindan dares to be so rampant?"

"Yes, even if Han Ming is rampant, you dare to do this even if you count the ball!"

"Brother Xiao Zhan, beat this miscellaneous piece down, and see if he dares to say such a big thing!"

Han Ming's rampant just now shocked everyone, but they didn't expect this person to be even more rampant than Han Ming. This was another anger, and the people next to the competition platform shouted and scolded Nie Fengyun.

After Nie Fengyun heard these words, he snorted coldly: "Han Ming, in front of me, he is just a local chicken and a dog, if it weren't for some city lord who killed the city behind him, how could he still have the life to come here to support him!"

Han Ming suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Nie Fengyun in front of him with an unchanged expression, and the momentum around him exploded. Waves of killing intent suddenly soared, surging directly towards Nie Fengyun.

Nie Fengyun felt that his surroundings suddenly became cold, and he also knew that Han Ming did it on purpose. The Fengyun Sword came out of its sheath and returned to its sheath, and in an instant, the murderous aura around Han Ming disappeared beside Nie Fengyun.

It was only a matter of a moment, Han Ming only felt a light and shadow flashing around Nie Fengyun, and he didn't see clearly what this Fengyun Sword looked like.

At this moment, Han Ming also looked at Nie Fengyun with a sneer, a little interested.

Nie Fengyun turned his head to look at Xiao Zhan, and asked in a cold voice, "You can't go down?" I'll ask one last time!"

Xiao Zhan's face was a little distorted, his face was flushed, and he shouted: "You are so rampant, then I hope you can be rampant!

"Bang" Before Xiao Zhan could attack, Nie Fengyun suddenly disappeared in front of him. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Xiao Zhan, and there was a blood-red flying sword with a sword body inserted in Xiao Zhan's body, and the flying sword had been drinking the blood on Xiao Zhan's chest at the moment.

A moment later, Xiao Zhan's body turned into a skeleton.

This scene not only stunned everyone, but also shocked Han Ming. It turned out that the moment this Fengyun Sword attacked, Han Ming felt that the killing intent in his body was a little floating again, and the killing word that had disappeared on his forehead appeared faintly.

"Why is this?Why does this Fengyun Sword also have such a strong killing intent?No wonder, no wonder this Fengyun Sword can break my killing intent!" After Han Ming's face returned to normal, he still thought with some shock in his heart.

Nie Fengyun glanced at Xiao Zhan's bones with disdain, held the hilt of the Fengyun Sword, gently touched the body of the Fengyun Sword, and said softly: "Fengyun, I know that you must be unhappy to drink this blood." Do you want that Han Ming's blood just now?"

The Fengyun Sword was trembling all the time, and the tip of the sword was pointed at Han Ming, making a "buzzing" sound.

In the face of all this, Qiyun and Qibaisu didn't say much. After all, it is very common for some accidents to happen in the middle of a competition, and it is not surprising at all.

After Qi Meng looked at Nie Fengyun's invincible and cruel methods, although she was unhappy in her heart, she couldn't help it. After all, her mother's strange injury must be saved by the monk who is the first in this competition.

As for why, you have to ask Qimeng's master, the old man Qianji!

"Now, is there anyone else who wants to come up and challenge me?" Nie Fengyun swept over the people below with cold eyes, and no one had the courage to come up after a long time, and his face was even more proud.

After Nie Fengyun smiled with satisfaction, the tip of the sword pointed at Han Ming and said, "Han Ming, you are not worthy of that position. Now, get down and fight with me, and let everyone see who has the capital to be arrogant!"

Han Ming stood up and said in a deep voice, "It seems that you are very confident in you, naturally, I am also confident in me. I'll answer your battle, and see what your so-called Fengyun Sword can do to me!"

With that, Han Ming walked towards the competition platform step by step.

Qi Meng also stood up and smiled lightly at Han Ming, "Han Daoyou, be careful!"

Han Ming was stunned for a moment, then nodded and continued to walk towards the competition platform. Because the position that Han Ming and the others had just done was also not far from this martial arts platform, after only a few breaths, Han Ming walked in front of Nie Fengyun.

Nie Fengyun saw that Qi Meng cared so much about Han Ming, his face suddenly became unkind, and his hatred for Han Ming became a little more.

Qiyun glanced at Han Ming and Nie Fengyun with some concern at the moment, and still said gently: "Han Daoyou, Nie Daoyou." It's okay for the two of you to compete, but I hope you can't kill again, so as not to damage the Dao heart!"

"Hmph! As soon as my Fengyun sword comes out, I will definitely drink blood. If Han Ming was afraid of death, he could admit defeat directly!" Nie Fengyun snorted coldly, his eyes extremely arrogant.

Han Ming chuckled lightly and shook his head: "It seems that Nie Daoyou's mind is unstable! Do you think that you can do anything with just a Fengyun Sword? Even if the Fengyun Sword is an immortal weapon, it is just a dead thing!"

Nie Fengyun's face was very angry, and he roared: "You devil's spies, what kind of face do you have to reprimand me? I think you are just a rat that everyone shouts at the righteous path, what kind of face do you have to make up here?"

"Who am I, Han, I don't need people like you to say. I am right, and I am the devil. My life is not up to anyone, let alone heaven. How can it be like you, it is useless to talk too much, let's fight!"

After Han Ming sneered bluntly, the peerless sword appeared in his hand, and the Four Holy War Armors appeared on his body again.