Jin Sanfu sat on the bed of the inn, the bed was very hard, if it was not a very hard bed, he must have thought that he was in a dream; until now, he was still in a daze, and the picture that had just appeared in his mind kept coming up.

What do I see?

I'm not crazy, right?

No, I must be crazy.

Yes, if he wasn't crazy, he would have believed what he had just seen, and if he wasn't crazy, how could he think that he wasn't in a dream.

Jin Sanfu sat up and poured himself a glass of water, and the sound of the water touching the bottom of the cup made him sober up a lot—it was incredible.

Zhao Hanxiao's sword was fast and urgent, and when he closed his eyes and thought about it, it was really an unheard of sword.

Some people's swords are fast, but they are not accurate, so they are not dangerous; some people are anxious, but they are unstable, so they are not cold, Zhao Hanxiao's sword is not only fast, but also takes into account accuracy and stability.

Killer's sword!

This is the killer's sword, and only the killer's sword will have such characteristics, there are no fancy movements, and the sword is simple and straightforward.

Pierce the heart!

Jin Sanfu remembered that he screamed out, yes, his voice was hoarse, like a desperate rooster, he saw the killer's sword, piercing Han Chuang's chest,

Fatal wounds, this kind of sword wounds must be fatal, if not die on the spot, then die from excessive bleeding.

There is no medicine that can treat the wound of the heart, so beware of death, and the person will die, completely dead.

Jin Sanfu subconsciously wanted to go up and fight, and regardless of whether the abacus that was not good at fighting was really regarded as a weapon, he just didn't want to sit still.

Zhao Hanxiao would not let him go, since they saw his face and recognized his identity, he would not let him go.

If you are destined to die, you are a lewd fat man, and you also want to die vigorously.

But at this moment, the situation changed, even from a distance, Jin Sanfu could clearly see the consternation on Zhao Hanxiao's face, and the consternation was unexpected.

Han Chuang actually disappeared, and the process was similar to that of a sword ghost.

The next moment, he appeared behind Zhao Hanxiao and pierced his opponent's throat with a sword.

"As I said, you must be the one who dies. ”

Jin Sanfu wasn't sure if Zhao Hanxiao had heard this, Han Chuang's sword passed directly through his brain stem, and death came instantly, without giving him any time to prepare.

His eyes looked at Jin Sanfu and gradually turned gray.

Zhao Hanxiao fell, staring at the gray eyes, already dead.

Han Chuang said lightly: "You shouldn't come to provoke me." ”

yes, you shouldn't mess with him, Jin Sanfu thought.

Han Chuang slowly pulled out the sword, slowly, from Zhao Hanxiao's throat, pulled out the wooden sword, and the blood fell drop by drop along the veins of the wood grain, dyeing the ground red, red like fire, cold like ice.

Jin Sanfu shook his head fiercely, throwing this image out of his mind, if possible, he hoped that he would never remember this scene.

What is his martial spirit? Jin Sanfu asked himself, but there was no answer.

In the ring in Yunzhou, everyone saw Han Chuang's martial soul, a purple whirlpool, but no one knew what it was for, Han Chuang's martial soul was like a mystery, and only a few people knew the mystery.

"It seems that I am going to reassess the strength of the Han family. Jin Sanfu muttered quietly.

The night is thick, and the sky is like ink, like Jin Sanfu's heart, chaotic.

He once took the opportunity to prove his ability to calculate Han Chuang's future, but unfortunately, it was just a blank, and even when calculating his past, Jin Sanfu saw only a vague piece, as if he was shrouded in a thick fog.

There are two major martial arts families in Yunzhou, the Han family and the Lin family, which can be regarded as the overlords of Yunzhou, but Jin Sanfu knows that it is their Jin family that can really influence Yunzhou.

If you want to say that the Jin family has no ambition, no one will believe it, the Han Lin family is not fighting, there is the shadow of the Jin family behind it, this time Han Chuang left home, and the Jin family also informed Jin Sanfu in advance of the Han family's inner line, so Jin Sanfu waited for him on the way Han Chuang went out of the city, but he didn't expect to encounter a lifeless robber.

Shi is also fateful, and he is also crooked and has a relationship with Han Chuang.

Jin Sanfu personally went out to see Han Chuang, a genius, especially a genius under the protection of the Qingzhu Sect, as long as he was smart enough, it was definitely not something that their Jin family could shake.

After much thought, he was about to write a letter to his father, and as soon as he came to the desk, he saw a note pressed on the table.

This is the most conspicuous place, but when people are confused, they often leave out the most conspicuous places.

Jin Sanfu picked up the note, which read four words:

Shape up or ship out.

With a shake of his hands, the note slipped, swirled in the air, and fell to the ground silently. Jin Sanfu hurriedly picked it up, held it in the palm of his hand, and looked at it again and again.

These four characters are not written with a brush, but drawn with a finger; but the iron is painted with a silver hook, the wind is clear and handsome, and it can be seen that the person who writes is a man; and then look at it, the four characters are arranged freely, vaguely with a sense of sharpness, as the saying goes, the words are like their people, Jin Sanfu guessed that the person who wrote this word was a swordsman.

Swordsman!

He was shocked again, wasn't Han Chuang a swordsman?

No!

Jin Sanfu shook his head, he asked himself how well he covered it up along the way, and he never showed the slightest flaw, but this word pierced his heart like a dagger.

Frightened and uneasy, he decided to go out and have a look.

Han Chuang's room was on the same floor as him, three rooms apart, he tiptoed his head out, looked left and right, made sure that there was no one, and then walked out.

The lifeless room was still lit up, and the window paper reflected his mighty silhouette.

Presumably he can't sleep either, Jin Sanfu thought. After seeing Han Chuang's magic, it was difficult for anyone to dream, including him.

He shook his head and continued to move forward, passing by Lin Ping's room, he looked at it: the lights had been turned off, and the sound of even breathing came from the room.

"Only he can fall asleep, these two are the same kind of people. He muttered quietly.

Squatted and walked through Lin Ping's room, stopped in front of Han Chuang's room, the lights were also turned off, and the room was silent.

Jin Sanfu panicked in his heart, and said secretly: "Could it be that he really wrote that note?" After hesitating, he still knocked twice on the wooden door.

"Han Gongzi, are you there?" - no response.

He knocked twice more, raised his voice and said, "Han Gongzi, are you there?" - still no response.

Jin Sanfu gently pushed the door, and the door squeaked open, causing him to jump back in fright—still without any sound.

He glanced at it, and the dark room was empty, the bedding was neatly folded on the bed, and the sheets were neat, and it looked like no one had slept before.

"Could it really be that he wrote it?" Jin Sanfu was shocked, and a row of cold sweat broke out on the top of his head.

He understood what Han Chuang meant: A person can't be too greedy, and the same is true for a family.