The place where Han Xiao first appeared was in the Terror Mountain, which was the same situation as the one he described, so Bai Haoran and Meng Immortal Master had no reason to overlap Han Xiao with Han Black Demon.

After a few days of searching, they searched almost all the places around Anding Mansion, and they didn't find any trace of Han Xiao, as if they had evaporated from the world.

Time flies, half a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and the team led by Bai Haoran and Mr. Meng who is chasing and killing Han Xiao, although they are still looking around, but the density is not as big as a few days ago, and everyone understands in their hearts that so much time has passed, and the gloomy crippled boy may have long since escaped.

In this half month, the martial arts competition held in Ping'an City is also coming to an end.

At this time, a young man in white clothes and black hair, in the middle of Jindan, raised the long sword in his hand and stabbed into the chest of a middle-aged man in black on the opposite side.

The middle-aged man's cultivation is still above that of a young man, but his strength is not only determined by his cultivation, but by many factors.

The middle-aged man was also ruthless, seeing that he had no hope of survival, he simply blew himself up the golden pill, and a terrifying force extended from him in all directions, blowing up the entire competition platform to collapse, if it weren't for an enchantment arranged on the ring, these people watching the excitement would be instantly turned into nothingness by this terrifying power.

The young man in the ring seemed to have expected that when the middle-aged man blew up the golden pill, a Qingluo umbrella was stretched out beside him. I don't know what the magic weapon of the Qingluo umbrella is, but it actually blocked the middle-aged man Jin Dan from exploding, and there was no damage in the slightest.

The audience could faintly feel the earth shaking, and the young man stood there like an unclimbable mountain.

When everyone saw this, they all changed color in shock.

"Since the emergence of a cold black devil, the young generation of Tianjiao has suddenly sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. ”

"That's right, the talent on the stage named Wu Shanzhicai Jindan mid-stage cultivator actually forced a Jindan Great Perfection monk to blow himself up so easily, seeing that he was only in his early thirties. ”

"There is also the crippled young man who appeared in Anding City half a month ago, even the Venerable in White has to be afraid of him, since he still dares to offend the Tang Imperial Family, this is a ruthless person. ”

The group of cultivators watching under the ring, don't let out a long exclamation, this generation of young people is terrible.

Shen Qi was a little absent-minded, since she received the letter from her master, she had been haunted for this time, the content of the letter was too shocking, he hesitated for half a month, and still couldn't make up his mind.

"Shizun doesn't know where he has gone now, if Shizun is not injured, who is his opponent in Anding City? ”

Shen Qi was thinking wildly, while looking up at the ring, the Jindan monk named Wu Shanzhi raised his chin slightly, looking at the world, raised his hand and nodded at the audience, and said with a very arrogant attitude: "Who else dares to go to war with me and win the first place?"

There was a dead silence in the audience, although all the people were dissatisfied with Wu Shanzhi's arrogant and domineering attitude, but the strength of the people was there, and if they went up, they would be sent to death.

Shen Qi also hates this Wu Shanzhi, as long as this guy has fought with him, none of them can survive, and he is ruthless, even better than his master.

Just when everyone thought that no one dared to come on stage to challenge Wu Shanzhi, a black-clothed and black-haired teenager limped towards the ring.

Seeing this young man, others didn't feel anything, Shen Qi's pupils shrank suddenly, although the black-clothed and black-haired young man in front of her changed his appearance again, she still recognized it at a glance, the person who came was the cold black demon who terrified the entire cultivation world, that is, her master, but her master didn't have crippled legs?

The black-clothed black-haired young man was indeed Han Xiao, half a month ago Han Xiao fled to the cave that had been arranged, and used the Soul Leaving Grass to begin to repair his own soul.

At first, Han Xiao just had the attitude of trying it out, but he didn't expect that after the Soul Separation Grass was completely absorbed by him, his strength actually recovered by three or four percent, and his legs could also walk slowly, but he felt that this was not enough. So I played the martial arts competition, and the idea of the first place of the two soul reviving grasses.

He originally planned to capture the Soul Resurrection Grass that won the first place monk in the competition, but he didn't expect that when he arrived in Anding City, the martial arts competition had not yet ended, and he happened to hear this arrogant guy talking, which was also in line with Han Xiao's intentions, so he walked towards the ring.

Seeing Han Xiao staggering into the ring like an old man, the audience was stunned, which immediately caused a commotion and a loud uproar.

"Damn, who is this cripple, where did he come from?

"No, is he trying to compete with Wu Shanzhi? This kid cultivates, I just watched it, but he is only at the peak of condensation, is he crazy?"

Han Xiao didn't care about the noisy voice in the audience, he still limped into the ring.

Wu Shanzhi, who was standing in the middle of the ring, squinted at Han Xiao, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, a guy who couldn't walk was going to challenge him?

"Boy, are you going the wrong way?"

Wu Shanzhi stared coldly at Han Xiao, such a monk who only had the peak of condensation, and he was also a cripple, and he was not even qualified to die under his hands.

"Isn't this the ring for a competition?" Han Xiao stood still in the ring and looked at Wu Shanzhi with an indifferent expression.

Wu Shanzhi choked when he heard this, and suddenly burst out laughing, "You came up to challenge me?"

"Challenge? No, no, no. Han Xiao nodded and replied lightly.

Wu Shanzhi thought that the other party was scared, and laughed even more wantonly, "Then what are you kid doing when you come up? For the sake of you being a cripple, as long as you kneel down and kowtow three times, Ben Zhenjun will spare your life!"

He said with a wave of his hand, an invisible huge force, like a mountain of 100,000 catties, pressed towards Han Xiao, although he would not kill the little repair in front of him who looked like an ant, but if the other party dared to offend him, then he would have to pay the price and lesson of being abolished.

I thought that under his swing, the cripple in front of him would be like falling leaves in the wind, shattering the Purple Mansion and flying upside down from the ring.

However, the crippled boy in front of him stood there straight, like a towering mountain, still standing still despite the howling wind and the crashing waves.

At this time, Han Xiao's words came out slowly, "You are not qualified enough for me to challenge you, I just came to win the first." ”

Although his voice was not very loud, most of the people present were cultivators, and their ear power and five senses were many times stronger than ordinary mortals, and they heard his words clearly, and suddenly there was a commotion.

"Damn, young people are so arrogant now!" said a veteran Foundation Realm monk scoldingly.

"But no, since the cold black demon appeared in front of the world with an arrogant and ruthless personality, now the young cultivators seem to regard him as a role model, and the comparison is no longer between the high and low level of cultivation, but to see who is more ruthless than whom. "The one who spoke was also a veteran Foundation Building Realm cultivator who had suffered from the white eyes of the younger generation of cultivators.

Everyone seems to attribute the unruly character of those young cultivators to Han Xiao, and for a while Han Xiao has become an almighty backstabber in the cultivation world, as long as the young people are a little bad, they can always put the blame on Han Xiao.

"Hahaha......"

Wu Shanzhi laughed very angrily, thinking that he was a dignified Jindan True Monarch, a peerless Tianjiao with the strength to kill the old monsters in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, was actually despised by a monk who only had the peak of condensation, and the anger in his heart rose, "Do you think you are a cold black demon, and you want to use the cultivation of the Condensation Realm to kill me, a monk in the middle stage of Jindan?"

"What nonsense you have!"

Han Xiao frowned, he didn't come to listen to the other party's nonsense, he raised his hand and punched the other party.

After absorbing the Soul Separation Grass, his strength was restored to forty percent, and this punch was struck, although he did not use any magic skills, but he used the laws of heaven and earth to compress all the power of his flesh in this punch.

The power of this punch was compressed into the fist, and on the surface, this punch was extremely ordinary, not to mention that compared to the fist of the Condensing Qi Realm monk, it was a punch made by an ordinary martial artist, all with the sound of whirring wind, and the punch made by Han Xiao did not even have the sound of whistling wind.

The monks watching from the audience shook their heads and sighed.

"Today's young people haven't learned their fart skills, but they have learned a lot of arrogance. A veteran Jindan Realm monk said coldly.

"Do you want to kill me with this kind of fist?" Wu Shanzhi smiled disdainfully, and raised his hand to punch back to teach the other party a lesson.

However, when he raised his fist and was about to punch out, he suddenly felt a force like a mountain and a sea, pressing down on him, he was like being pressed by a mountain, and the raised fist couldn't hit out.

Wu Shanzhi's gaze shrank, and he subconsciously sacrificed the Qingluo umbrella magic weapon, and suddenly stretched it out to protect his whole body.

At this time, with the power of Han Xiao's punch, he hit him.

How strong is Han Xiao's punch?

The power of his punch is like a monk at the peak of the earth's evil body, bombarding a place at a speed that breaks the sound barrier, not to mention a monk of the Jindan realm, even if he is a modifier of the Yuanying realm, he is either killed or injured when he is hit by this punch.

However, the strange thing is that the punch hit the Qingluo umbrella, just like a gust of wind hitting the open umbrella, Wu Shanzhi's body only took a few steps backwards.

Rao is like this, Wu Shanzhi still changed his face, his Qingluo umbrella is not an ordinary magic weapon, but an immortal treasure that he obtained by chance, with this immortal treasure, he even killed the old monster in the early Yuan Infant period.

Even if those old monsters of the Yuan Infant Realm used all their strength to hit his Qingluo umbrella, most of the power would be absorbed, and the residual power hit the umbrella, which could only make the Qingluo umbrella shake slightly twice.

However, the inconspicuous-looking young man in front of him shook his Qingluo umbrella violently with a casual punch, and he had the spare strength to blast him back a few steps, how could he not be frightened.