At the beginning of the morning, the light of day appeared, and Han Sanjiang had already come to the front of the Soul Pavilion.

The sky was slightly bright, but there were already a lot of pedestrians on the street, and there were more strange cultivators between them, probably some young juniors, all of whom were arrogant between their eyebrows.

Han Sanjiang had no intention of paying attention, the arrival of Qingyunmen attracted the attention of the Quartet, and it was inevitable that young heroes would come one after another.

He walked by with a cold face, and no one stopped him, and the miscellaneous servants in the pavilion felt that he had no Xuan power fluctuations, and he must be a martial artist, so he didn't bother to greet him.

The pavilion sells pills and spiritual herbs, and also sells treasure exercises, with a total of seven layers.

On the first level, there are mostly gossiping people.

Without the slightest hesitation, Han Sanjiang walked towards the second floor, and the miscellaneous guy immediately looked nervous, and muttered in his heart: "It's just a martial arts cultivator, and there is also a second layer on the face!" He sneered, as if he had foreseen the embarrassment of Han Sanjiang when he was driven down.

There is an unwritten rule in the Soul Suppression Pavilion, if anyone's strength is strong enough, it doesn't matter if they fight all the way, and they can even get the pavilion master's commendation for this, but this rule is only valid for the younger generation under the age of twenty.

People who can bravely break through the seventh layer are not ordinary people, and such people will only be attracted by the Soul Suppression Pavilion.

Holding the Xuanjian to the third layer, Han Sanjiang's purpose was already very clear, he knew that no one would let a martial cultivator go to the seventh layer, and he would be the fierce man who broke through today.

The elixirs on the third floor are dazzling, and the fragrance of the medicine envelops the space like a cage.

The cultivators of the three-layer pavilion also understood Han Sanjiang's intention, they had seen a lot of high-spirited young men like this, and in the end, most of them returned with serious injuries, and some of them died here.

More than a dozen figures quickly surrounded him, looking at this handsome young man with contempt on his face.

"Are you...... Wu Xiu! Very guts. The one who took the lead laughed.

The Lin family was completely wiped out, the death of Han Zhengde, Han Sanqiu, and Han Sanmao, and no one linked this appalling incident to Han Sanjiang, in their eyes, this was just a low-level martial cultivator.

The guests who came and went between the three floors stepped aside with a sense of heart, looking forward to the show.

Stepping, drawing the sword, Han Sanjiang has no extra language, since he wants to fight, he will fight. There are more than a dozen pavilion cultivators, but the first appearance of Xuan power, the innate realm is still far away, in front of Xiao Nan, this is a pile of cabbage, you can cut it as you want.

Those mysterious techniques with a faint glow hit Han Sanjiang's body, like a cotton ball smashing him, he was unscathed, step by step, sword by sword, blood splashed, these pavilion cultivators who were still arrogant fell one after another, letting out a pig-killing wail.

In the stunned eyes of the onlookers, Han Sanjiang had already walked towards the fourth floor, and a spiritual cultivator of the Innate Realm One Heavy Heaven above was already holding his hands and staring at him with a sneer.

The moment he ascended to the fourth floor, this innate spiritual cultivator set his head into action.

Without waiting for anyone to see clearly, Han Sanjiang's sword broke through the man's Xuan seal, the sword shadow flashed, the sword qi was agitated, and the killing was decisive.

In Han Sanjiang's view, it is a fatal thing to let a martial artist get close.

The man was no longer lucky, and his breathing stopped abruptly the moment he fell.

Stepping over his body, Han Sanjiang walked towards the upper floor, the higher he went, the stronger the Pavilion cultivator became, but in front of Han Sanjiang, who could easily be killed by the innate eightfold spiritual cultivators, the battle was nothing more than a matter of raising his hand.

The agile posture and the elegant sword shadow are like a gorgeous dance, and it is also a deadly martial art.

"Impossible, he has no Xuan Power fluctuations in him, and he has external treasure armor and body protection, how can he ignore Xuan Technique?"

"Uh~"

"This sword trick...... Why is this so......"

The screams resounded through the pavilion, and the little guy who was waiting to see Han Sanjiang being driven down in embarrassment on the first floor stayed in place, sweating coldly.

Step by step, Han Sanjiang finally came to the seventh floor. Since this rule was established, no one has ever broken through the sixth floor as easily as he did.

An old man in the seven-story pavilion did not hurry to complete the last stroke of the rune on the scroll, and looked up at Han Sanjiang, with a look of shock in the old man's eyes.

"Hiss-Wu Xiu? Interesting! ”

Among the seven layers, there were only six or seven people, but each of them exuded this powerful Xuan Power fluctuation, and the weakest of these people also had a cultivation above the seventh level of the Innate Realm.

Under the perception of Han Sanjiang's divine sense, except for the old man, among them, the man who was about twenty years old had the highest cultivation, but he was afraid that he had reached the realm of the Apocalypse.

"Sanjiang Town is really full of outstanding people, a martial arts cultivator, can also come here?" The man looked at Han Sanjiang playfully, and the meaning of ridicule was self-evident.

Han Sanjiang didn't even look at him, looked at the old man indifferently and said, "Senior, I have something to ask for." ”

"A lowly martial artist, what do you have to ask, didn't you see that Ye Lao was carving the talisman for me? Get down. The young man scolded, and at the same time, the Xuan Power of the Apocalypse Realm appeared angrily, causing everyone on the side to look a little panicked.

The old man had no waves on his face, and watched how Han Sanjiang responded.

"Senior, can I borrow a pen and paper?" Han Sanjiang said respectfully to the old man, but his eyes ignored the man recklessly, and regarded his intimidation as a fly and a dog barking.

"Boy, you dare to ignore me, do you know who I am?" The young man said angrily.

"Senior, please borrow a pen and paper." Han Sanjiang is immortal and fearless.

"You...... Look for death. ”

The man just wanted to make a move, but the scroll in the old man's hand was handed over: "Gongzi Jiang, your scroll, come often." In the words, the eviction order has been issued.

The rest of the people looked at each other, the man dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, he really didn't dare to mess around in the Soul Suppression Pavilion, took the scroll, but didn't leave, he wanted to see if this lowly martial artist had anything to ask for.

The old man didn't say anything, spread out a burst of white paper, prepared a jade pen, and let his position signal Han Sanjiang to pass.

Everyone was somewhat surprised, although Ye Lao was humble, but for a martial cultivator like this, he would inevitably lose his identity.

Han Sanjiang came to the table and looked at it, and said with some disappointment: "Please give me the pen and paper to use to depict the talisman!" ”

The onlookers suddenly laughed, what is this kid going to do, it is too ridiculous to portray the talisman with the method of martial cultivation, everyone knows that the portrayal of the talisman needs to be infused with Xuan power, where does a martial artist come from.

Ye Lao didn't say anything, he took a pen and paper for him, and Han Sanjiang picked up the pen and sketched it on the rune paper.

The man also leaned over, and the disdain on his face was very obvious. The rune patterns are deep and obscure, and it is no exaggeration to say that there is no extraordinary talent, and I don't want to remember the complex patterns.

A martial arts cultivator, it is already very good to be able to outline the runes.

Ye Lao, with a faint smile on his face, he felt that he was a little special when he saw this young man for the first time.

Han Sanjiang raised the pen to outline, the lines are tortuous and distinct, and the lines are complex, but just a corner makes everyone dazzled, not only that, but everyone is even more surprised that the speed of this young man's sketch is simply not too fast.

In the blink of an eye, the palm-sized rune appeared on the rune paper, and there was still one last stroke, but Han Sanjiang did not draw it again, because once it was drawn, the rune paper would definitely collapse.

Everyone was stunned, and the man was also a man who raised his eyes and looked at Han Sanjiang, as if he saw a freak, and secretly muttered in his heart: Hmph! has a good memory, but after all, he is a lowly martial artist.