"They are my friends and want to join the Yang Family Martial Arts Pavilion." Wyvern explained in a whisper.

Yang Zheng is a martial artist in the late realm of the ninth layer of the quenching body, and is responsible for leading the team to guard the gate of the martial arts hall. The corners of his mouth turned up, and he snorted coldly: "You have been kicked out of the martial arts hall, and you still have the face to bring people over?" Can anyone in our Yang Family Martial Arts Hall join? ”

He was very dissatisfied with what Yang Feilong had done before, and he hated him as a friend, and by the way, he also hated Han Bing and Extraordinary.

Wyvern's cheeks flushed, and he felt very shameless. He smiled bitterly, and wanted to continue to beg Yang Zheng to let him go.

"Where's the Golden Gun King?" Han Bing said a word coldly, but his eyes looked inside the gate of the martial arts hall, and he didn't care about the martial artist who wanted to stop them.

"Is the King of the Golden Gun you can meet? What is your name? Yang Zheng looked at the immature young man in front of him and asked with disdain.

Han Bing turned his head, his eyes flashed coldly, he looked at Yang Zheng coldly, and shouted, "Get out of the way!" With that, he pushed forward with his left hand at will, and with his right hand holding the steel sword, he rushed into the gate.

When Yang Zheng saw his cold gaze, he suddenly shuddered, and then he was pushed back by the cold ice.

"You!" Yang Zheng looked angrily at the kid who was walking towards the gate, stepped up with an arrow, and reached out to grab Han Bing's shoulder. The other three people guarding the gate of the martial arts hall saw that the situation was not good, and they were all ready to fight.

Han Bing's left hand clenched into a fist and raised suddenly, followed by a quick blow with his accumulated power, "Bang! With a bang, Yang Zheng's body flew out upside down like a bow and fell heavily to the ground.

Yang Zheng snorted and sat up with difficulty, his chest rubbed with his right hand, grinning in pain. He was shocked by the boy's strength, and instead of getting angry, he happily gestured to the other three to remind them not to act rashly.

The three martial artists in the late stage of quenching felt incredible, how could the usually majestic captain be easily subdued by the tender boy in front of him?

Although Yang Zheng has the arrogance of a martial artist, he also has the vision to take into account the overall situation. Just now, he felt that Han Bing's punch was useless, so he no longer bothered about his uninhibited wildness. He stood up, waved his right hand, and motioned for permission to go.

When the three of them walked into the door, they were greeted by the wide square of the martial arts hall. On the square, which is enough to accommodate 1,000 people, warriors are vigorously fighting with each other, practicing and fighting.

The Yang Family Martial Arts Hall is not like a practice room for ordinary people to strengthen their bodies, there are no fancy plum blossom piles here, and there are no rocking sandbags and bulky tires.

The square was simple and empty, with only two rows of wooden shelves for storing weapons. Most of the wooden shelves are long spears with red tassels, and many of them can be folded and retracted, which should be specially refined for easy carrying.

A tall and majestic five-bay hall stands directly behind the square, and the hall is flanked by rows of lofts and halls on both sides, and is connected with the verandah to form a courtyard-style building complex, with three sides embracing the large square in the middle.

The grandeur of the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall made Tang Feifei dumbfounded, thinking that he would be able to practice martial arts here in the future, his whole body trembled slightly with excitement.

The cold ice was still cold, and it seemed that a golden palace stood in front of him, but it couldn't make the slightest wave in his heart.

At this time, the movement at the gate has attracted the attention of some people in the hospital. A group of young warriors with weapons in hand gathered around and stood in front of the three of them.

"Where did you come from, a stinky boy, who dares to go wild here?" A pre-innate martial artist stepped forward and asked fiercely.

Yang Feilong glanced at him resentfully, and then laughed: "What a majestic Captain Jun, they were invited by me to join the martial arts hall, is there a problem?" ”

When the innate martial artist named Chen Dajun saw Yang Feilong, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile on his face: "It turns out that Feilong is back, and we still remember your glorious deeds." Now bring two more people, do you want to continue to glorify the lintel? ”

He sneered, his face turned gloomy again, and he turned his head and winked at the people behind him.

"You ......" Wyvern was furious, and wanted to rush forward and punch him a few times. If he hadn't let himself carry the black cauldron before, how could he have been kicked out of the martial arts hall?

At this time, four warriors stepped forward, three of them armed with guns and one with knives. When they were about to step forward and make a move, Chen Dajun quickly retreated to the back, smiling and watching.

Han Bing held the steel sword in his hand, his expression was cold and angry, and his eyes were cold and fierce. He just wanted to see one person, but so many clowns jumped out and chirped crookedly. Now he was quite angry and bored.

For so many days, Tang Feifei has become accustomed to the style of "don't speculate for more than half a sentence, if you offend me, I will fight with my life". At this time, when he saw Han Bing's angry appearance, he knew that something bad was going to happen, so he wanted to step forward and explain it to a few people on the other side.

However, before Extraordinary could step out of his legs, he saw the fighting qi on Han Bing's body suddenly gush out, and bursts of fierce evil qi also spread. He slammed the steel sword flat, poured his fighting spirit into the sword body, stepped on the ground with his right foot, and "Yun Feiyan" exerted it to his heart's content.

Cold Ice jumped into the air, and stabbed straight at Chen Dajun with the sword move of "Dripping Water Piercing Stones". He wants to capture the thief and capture the king first, and he also wants to make this annoying sparrow suffer somewhat.

Chen Dajun, who was standing on the side watching the play, changed his face abruptly, who knew that this kid was so bold that he dared to use his sword recklessly in the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall, and he was so fearless that he was directly aimed at himself!

"Ahh Stop him......" Chen Dajun shouted loudly in fright, and retreated several meters away.

His four cronies were stunned at the same time, and watched in disbelief as this kid instantly crossed the crowd and killed him. The four of them immediately reacted, raised their weapons and rushed back to help.

The cold ice stabbed at Chen Dajun's sword and missed, only to feel that danger was approaching behind him. He jumped nearly ten meters away like a dragonfly in a "young swallow jump", and quickly dodged the attack from behind.

Now, Han Bing can only abandon Chen Dajun and take the lead in solving the attack. He turned around, raised his sword and offered the move of "Hanging Water and Falling Flowers", and counterattacked with a swinging sword technique, followed by another slash and slash.

For a moment, "Boom! The sound was bursting, and the shouting was frequent.

Han Bing held a sword to block left and right, and for a while he used "fishing for the moon in the water" to skillfully provoke, and for a while he used "mountains and flowing water" to slash and kill. The tricks are frequent, the "dripping water pierces the stone" is sharp and stabbed, and the "hanging water and falling flowers" are ruthlessly agitated.

In a short period of time, Han Bing used the four martial arts of the "Hongling Sword Technique", which he had already mastered to the extreme, and used the swordsmanship of dialing, splitting, stabbing and swinging to beat the five people bitterly.

That's right, it's five! Including Chen Dajun, who had joined the battle, this innate martial artist who wanted to bully more and less, including five people.

In full view of everyone, Han Bing constantly shuttled between the five people, with dazzling body footwork, dexterously back-piercing, and from time to time pulling out various sword flowers, suppressing the five warriors only had the ability to parry, but not the power to fight back.

The onlookers were like woodcarved bitter arhats, with no smiling faces at all, and everyone only felt that Chen Dajun and the others had lost the face of the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall.

After a while, the three young martial artists had been injured and fell to the ground, and the remaining Chen Dajun and a quenching peak martial artist jumped several meters away, and immediately put on a defensive posture, standing in fear and never daring to step forward again.

At this moment, how could the other people in the martial arts hall let this boy of unknown origin act arbitrarily, and they all wanted to rush forward, only to hear "Stop!" The loud cheers came.