Sikong Han led the Northern Meditation Cultivator to the vicinity of the main village of Fengyun Village.

Bei Ming Cultivator observed the surrounding environment and found that this main village was actually only a little bigger than the ordinary people outside, and it was far inferior to Yufu.

But it is very good to integrate itself with the main environment of Fengyun Village, although it may be the result of this place being far away from the world and indeed poor, but it is more like a symbol of the owner of the village here and the ordinary people in the village.

Sikong Han stopped in the open space in front of the main village and laughed: "That's it, boy, take out any skills." ”

At this moment, a voice came from the main village, and a person slowly paced out.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you so happy, second brother. ”

Sikong Han scratched his head embarrassedly and said: "Our own brothers have been practicing all day, and now there is finally a strong man who is not a woman, and he is excited for a while, so I brought him over to practice his hands." ”

As soon as the man heard that it was a strong man from outside, he looked up and down at the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and finally fixed his gaze behind him.

Bei Ming Xiu was slightly surprised, he didn't expect him to be able to see the extraordinary Han Ming Sword behind him, looking at this person's extraordinary popularity, amiable face, two mustaches jumping in the breeze, it seemed a little funny, plus he was called Sikong Han's second brother, so he also determined the identity of this person.

Bei Ming Xiu arched his hand and said: "I have seen the master of Sanzhai." ”

Sikong Ming nodded slightly to him, and then said to Sikong Han: "Second brother, the person who comes is a guest, just order it to the end." ”

Sikong Han nodded and said, "Although Lao Tzu doesn't like these outsiders, this rule still has to be observed, third brother, you can watch from the side and be a witness." ”

Sikong Ming hung a faint smile and leaned against the stone wall of the main village.

Sikong Han stands on top of the open space, like a big mountain.

He said loudly: "Zhou family boy, go all out." ”

Bei Ming Xiu smiled and said: "Since the second village master has this intention, how dare he disobey?"

An iron sword appeared in his hand.

The iron sword has an ordinary appearance, but its sword body seems to have thin black lines flowing continuously, which is very unusual.

"What a bad sword. Sikong Han first spat in some disappointment, and then sighed softly and asked, "What is on your sword?"

The Northern Cultivator replied, "Runes." ”

Sikong Ming, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, may have a slightly different look in his eyes because the Northern Immortal Cultivator did not use the Cold Shadow Sword, but he was quickly attracted by the iron sword in his hand, and nodded: "It's really a rune, second brother, you have to be careful." ”

Sikong Han scolded with a smile: "Those things from the outside of the Fa Sect, Lao Tzu has never paid attention to them, third brother, you have less ambition and destroy your own prestige." ”

Although he said this, his eyes were still much more serious, and he said aloud to the Northern Meditation Cultivator: "Zhou family boy, let Lao Tzu have a good understanding, what kind of rune are you powerful." ”

Bei Mingxiu glanced at the iron sword in his hand.

The spirit ink runes carved by the disciples of Momei Villa are of course not mortal.

But what it does is simple, there is only one.

Hasten.

When Mo Qing first proposed to buy a cheap iron sword carving talisman for him, it was to make it more convenient for him to go to the sword.

To say it's subtle is indeed subtle, but to say it's great, it's absolutely impossible.

Bei Mingxiu smiled slightly, refocused his gaze on the burly and tall figure opposite, and said loudly: "Then it will be as the second village master wishes." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he and his sword were no longer in place.

His body is elegant and agile, as if he is walking on the clouds, leisurely.

"It's so fast. ”

Sikong Ming was silent.

In his opinion, even he could not be so fast.

Sikong Han laughed loudly.

"That little girl really didn't fool me, you really have some way. ”

He held his breath and condensed, waiting for the Northern Meditation Cultivator to move quickly, and even faintly brought out the figure of the afterimage to come to him, and then let out a loud shout.

A powerful and vast spiritual power exploded from his huge body, and the sand and stones in the clearing were swept away in countless ways.

The figure of the Northern Meditation Cultivator was also trapped in it, and suddenly froze in place, and his feet were pressed with spiritual power before they were not lifted off.

Before he could react, a huge fist was slamming into his chest.

The Northern Cultivator smiled.

He could see very clearly just now that the energy burst out from Sikong Han's body, and it did not attract half of the spiritual power between heaven and earth.

Maybe the exercises he cultivated really didn't need to communicate with heaven and earth.

And for the fist that was only about a foot from his chest, like an extraterrestrial meteorite, his response was very simple. I love

He just moved the iron sword towards his chest.

As soon as the iron sword is horizontal, it is like an impassable embankment.

Sikong Han's fist could only land on the iron sword.

The spiritual power around him shot out, as if setting off a sandstorm.

The smoke and dust rolled down all around, and the Northern Meditation Cultivator had already swept back to its original position, dusted off the sand and dust on his body, and praised: "The second village master's punch is really powerful. ”

Sikong Han grinned and said, "You kid is not bad." ”

On his right fist, there was already a thin layer of frost at this time, and as he clenched his fist, ice chips fell one after another.

He glanced at the Northern Darkness Cultivation with high morale, and came to the North Darkness Cultivation in three steps and two steps.

His three or two steps were no different from ordinary people's running, and there was no spiritual power to reveal, but he was able to complete such a big vertical leap, and before he could stop, his fists had already rained down.

This chaotic fist may seem unruly, but the power contained in it should not be underestimated.

Bei Ming Xiu just wanted to see how much strength Sikong Han had when he shot with all his might.

From the moment he jumped back into place, he had already begun to accumulate sword momentum, and when Sikong Han began to move, the sword intent had already woven a net in front of him, and the sword blade only needed to move with the momentum, and his own sword intent followed.

He wielded the Sword of the Underworld.

With the sword momentum of the Canglang Sword Technique to perfect the defense of the Cold Shadow Sword Technique, only this Cangying Sword has not yet taken shape.

Every time Sikong Han's fist fell, it rubbed the sword intent that seemed to contain endless chill, and then met the iron sword, and separated with the sound of a golden stone intersecting.

And now the sound of their battle is like a fierce war drum on the battlefield, resounding all the time.

Countless ice chips flew out from the two of them, piercing into the sand and gravel ground.

Sikong Ming's eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

In his opinion, among the outsiders in Fengyun Village now, there are only three people who can fight with Sikong Han.

This Zhou Han, who has just arrived, is the third.

However, his exercises are very different from the other two, as if they should have invaded the opponent's body like a maggot with a bone to achieve the greatest effect.

Thinking of this, he shook his head slightly.

If the Northern Meditation Cultivator really did this, then the second brother could only lose.

......

The Northern Darkness Cultivator did not inject the Northern Darkness Cold Qi into Sikong Han's body.

He and Sikong Han are not fighting to the death, but peacefully, and this method is better to use as little as possible.

And with Sikong Han's temperament, if he wins with the cold qi of the north, I am afraid that he will directly end up with Liangzi.

So in the end, he didn't win and didn't lose.

Soon after, he sat in the open space to breathe, replenishing the spiritual power in his body.

Because he did not operate the heavens, the efficiency of replenishment was not high, and he stood up after a pillar of incense.

Sikong Han was wiping the sweat from his face, and when he saw that he had finished breathing, he laughed loudly: "Brother Zhou, this fight is really happy. ”

Bei Ming Xiu smiled and said: "Indeed, the strength of the second village master, if it is placed in the Central Plains, is also extremely strong. ”

Sikong Han patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Yes, I, Sikong Han, have made you a friend." ”

Bei Ming Xiu said, "I am also willing to be a friend of Brother Sikong. ”

Sikong Han was overjoyed when he heard this, and said: "Brother Zhou, if you encounter trouble in Fengyun Village, report my Sikong Han's name to ensure that no one dares to embarrass you." ”

"Then thank you, Brother Sikong. ”

After that, Bei Mingxiu talked with Sikong Han for a while, and with his eloquence and adaptability, he talked with Sikong Han very happily until evening.

Although this trip was a little tiring, it was also a lot of gains.

At least he gained Sikong Han's friendship.

Moreover, he also had some understanding of Sikong Han's exercises.

In the previous battle, his spiritual power came purely from himself.

And after the hearty fight, the spiritual power in his body naturally formed a cyclone, which gradually recovered during the movement, and there was no need to absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth to replenish it.

It's just that he can also see that the cultivation speed of this kind of exercise is extremely slow, and maybe in the end it can only reach Sikong Han's current level.

But even so, it's still very strong.