Because it was the day shift, Elder Qu was not there, and it was another elder surnamed Wang who protected Han Yun.

Elder Wang strode forward and shouted,

"Elder Bai! Gather your strength!"

Hearing this, Bai Wuqi woke up suddenly, and hurriedly withdrew his internal strength, as the great elder of the Yin Yang Sect, no matter how mixed he was, he couldn't do anything to kill his own disciples at will.

"Hmph, Elder Bai, the head of the sect asked you to come to the Yunwu Hall to learn martial arts, but after you arrived here, you first humiliated the Lord of the Han Palace, and then used your internal strength to suppress the disciples, is this your attitude of visiting and humbly asking for advice?

If you do this again, Elder Ben will not be able to sue you at the master's door!"

Elder Wang spoke righteously, pointing at Bai Wuji and shouting angrily, for a while, everyone in the entire hall was glaring at him, and Bai Wuji became the target of everyone.

After his face changed for a moment, Bai Wuji snorted coldly,

"This matter is over, the head asked me to come and ask you for martial arts, I want to see what martial arts you can give.

Don't forget, I'm going to represent the sect in the martial arts conference, if I can't win the first place because of your martial arts skills, you can't afford this responsibility."

Han Yun sneered and said coldly,

"Can the sect win the first place, what does it have to do with me, I don't fight, you can't win the first place, it's just that you yourself are not good at learning and disgrace the sect, and before the fight starts, you will start to shirk responsibility?"

"Hmph, don't talk nonsense, bring the martial arts, and I'll leave here."

Bai Wuji stretched out his hand.

"What are the exercises you practice? What is the number of paths suitable for? What moves do you want? You didn't tell me anything, how can I create martial arts for you?"

Although Han Yun is unhappy with this person, it is a matter of the reputation of the sect, and he still can't make a temperament, and he still has to give it.

"I don't use weapons, I only practice my body, I only practice fists and feet, and as for the exercises, I tend to be cold."

Bai Wuji stood proudly.

Han Yun nodded, took the paper, and the little junior sister grinded it for her intimately on the side.

Bai Wuji looked at Han Yun who was struggling to write.

And that's where it begins? Don't you need to think and research?

Well, I must have inquired about the news of this seat before, knew the exercises and habitual methods of this seat, and thought about it in my heart for several days before I conceived it.

Hmph, I deliberately pretended not to know this seat, and deliberately asked about the exercises, did I want to give this seat a dismount?

Oh, stinky boy, do you think you can look at you when you come to this seat? It's just a waste person who can't practice martial arts, and after you finish writing martial arts, you can prove that your martial arts are rubbish, and see if you still have the face to continue to open this Yunwu Palace.

Han Yun was still silently writing about martial arts, and when he heard that Bai Wuqi's martial arts attributes were cold, he already had a suitable martial arts in his heart, and with his god-level martial arts understanding, he quickly completed it.

He wrote for a quarter of an hour before he finished writing that martial arts, and finally, he closed the page and wrote four big words on the cover—

Xuan Shen Palm!

"Oh, the martial arts you want."

Han Yun handed over the notebook.

"So fast?"

Bai Wuji took the book suspiciously and sneered,

"I'd like to see what kind of you've written."

After speaking, he turned the page and began to read.

The disciples below were not happy again, and they were gossiping one by one.

"Hmph, the martial arts created by the Lord of the Han Palace are not ordinary, all of them are top martial arts, how can they be rubbish."

"It's that you've seen too much rubbish, so mistakenly think that Han Hall Master's martial arts are just as rubbish as the ones you've seen."

"I don't know what level of martial arts created by Hall Master Han this time?"

"I really want to know, such a good martial arts, what are you doing for this guy, this guy hasn't taken a penny."

"I want to see it too."

The disciples were talking about it, and Bai Wuzhi didn't listen to what was going on outside the window, silent

silently looked at this Xuanming Divine Palm.

His face changed from disdain at the beginning, to indifference, then to solemnity, and finally shock.

The change of face is as wonderful as the change of face in Sichuan opera.

Bai Wuji raised his head suddenly, looked at Han Yun and said quickly,

"What kind of trick is this? How mysterious is it? What grade?"

After thinking for a moment, Han Yun said,

"If you practice well, you should be able to exert the power of the heaven-level."

"Huh? Heavenly?"

Some disciples below let out exclaims, and Jun Ling'er and the other Yunwu Hall staff also looked at Han Yun in shock.

"Senior brother, why are you giving him such a good one, just send it away to a ground-level person, how can you also give it to a heaven-level one?"

"Yes, Senior Brother, how good it is for us to keep this heaven-level for ourselves, why should he give it to you if he is so disrespectful to you."

"Senior brother, you think about it again."

Everyone, you say a word, you can't do it in a hurry, they have only learned a heaven-level dragon descending eighteen palms by now.

Oh, plus god-level tai chi.

They all felt that Han Yun was a big wrongdoer, so Bai Wuqi said that about him, he actually gave such a good martial arts.

Han Yun smiled faintly and waved his hand,

"Don't worry about it, I still have heaven-level martial arts here, just take the time to write it."

Then, he grabbed Xin'er, who was about to sneak out to play, and pressed it to the table to learn to write.

Xin'er pouted, frowned, and reluctantly picked up the pen and wrote the words "Sister Xiaoyu".

Bai Wuqi didn't care about what others said, at this time, his heart was full of shock, and he actually sat directly on the ground, meditated cross-legged, and ran this exercise.

"Hall Master Han, is this Xuanming Divine Palm too cold? When I was cultivating, I felt as cold as frost in my body."

As he ran, he also asked Han Yun, and there was no trace of rebelliousness in his tone.

Han Yun was not angry with him, no matter who asked him for advice, he did his best to teach.

"The body is as cold as frost, it's because you've just started cultivating, you're just getting started, when it's as cold as ice, it's considered a beginner, and when it's cold like fire, it's considered a great achievement."

"Cold...... Like fire? How is that possible?"

Bai Wuji frowned.

Because burns and frostbite are caused in different ways, but the form of injury is the same.

Han Yun changed to a way of saying that the other party could understand,

"The Xuanming Divine Palm is an extremely vicious palm technique, and the palm power is as continuous as a mountain and a sea, and the extremely cold internal force impacts the enemy.

The opponent will be cold all over the body in a short period of time, and frostbite will appear on the body, and the cold poison will enter the body, which will be cold and piercing.

After the cold poison enters the body, the pain is unbearable during the attack, and the nine deaths are lifelong.

When you cultivate the cold qi, you will feel very cold at first, but after cultivating to the extreme, what you feel is not cold, but as hot as a flame, and at that time, it can be regarded as a real masterpiece, if you can cultivate to a level, with all your strength, you can freeze for thousands of miles."