"This can't be! No one has been able to withstand the old man's punch for so many years and still be unharmed, is it, is it ......?"

Zhao Bocang thought of a possibility, many years ago, he happened to see two flying immortal fighting swords, the aftermath alone almost stunned him, that kind of transcendent power still makes him remember deeply, and has become a nightmare for a lifetime, buried deep in his heart and reluctant to remember. Today's scene once again outlines that unbearable memory.

"Could it be that kid is actually the legendary Sword Immortal who flies into the sky?"

Thinking about this, Zhao Bocang's face changed greatly, but he was unwilling to retreat, since he was promoted to a martial arts master, how many years have passed, he has never lost such a big face.

"Han just received a punch from you, now you can also take Han Mou's punch!"

Han Cheng didn't allow him to think too much, and with the strength of thirty percent, he raised his hand with a punch.

The sharp fist wind rushed to his face with lightning speed, Zhao Bocang was shocked, and in his panic, he only had time to cross his arms to his chest and make a defensive gesture.

Immediately afterwards, it felt like being hit by a galloping bison, and he flew out involuntarily in the air, and the muscles and bones of his arms crackled and almost broke. When he fell to the ground, he couldn't lift it up in pain, and he was almost useless, and at this moment he was almost sure of his previous guess, but unfortunately it was too late.

"Miss Fang, I'll leave the rest to you, you can decide what to do with him. Han Cheng turned around, smiled, and said.

Fang Ying covered her mouth and let out an exclamation, she was stunned by this sudden reversal, one moment he was still worried about Han Cheng's safety, but he didn't expect that the next moment the senior uncle with the best martial arts in her eyes was defeated, and he was defeated so completely. The other party's progress over the years has obviously exceeded her imagination, reaching a height that is difficult for her to achieve.

Fang Ying glanced at Han Cheng with a complicated expression, walked up to Zhao Bocang and said coldly: "Master's peerless Ying'er will never hand it over, you will die of that heart, don't be delusional, for the sake of being the only junior disciple of the master, spare your life today, before I change my mind, you can leave quickly!"

Zhao Bocang gasped, glanced at Fang Ying, and moved his gaze to Han Cheng.

"Miss Fang's meaning is what Han means. Han Cheng's expression was indifferent, and he still stood still.

"The green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, farewell!"

The situation is stronger than people, and Zhao Bocang naturally didn't dare to say some inappropriate cruel words for the sake of some face to add to his blockage. He endured the sharp pain all over his body and limped back the way he came.

Looking at Zhao Bocang's back as he walked away, Fang Ying said a little dazedly: "Is this right?

"It's okay, his arms are gone, and ten percent of his skills are gone, and he can't threaten you anymore. Han Cheng patted Fang Ying's pink shoulder and comforted.

"Well, before his death, Master often warned Ying'er not to be too vicious, to leave a line in everything, and to be forgiving and forgiving. ”

"Your master is quite kind. Han Cheng smiled heartily, and then asked, "Then why did Zhao Bocang chase you?"

When he first saw Fang Ying, Han Cheng had this question, but he never found a chance to speak, and now that the chasing enemy had gone, he had a chance, and Han Cheng immediately asked.

Fang Ying sorted out the scattered hair, smiled bitterly, and said: "This matter is a long story, the little sister inherits the Seven Killings Sect, because the requirements for the qualification of the root bone are too high, the people in the door have never been prosperous, and among the elders, only the junior uncle Zhao Bocang and the head master Xiao Beiran are still alive. The master Uncle Liu Changhao and the second Master Uncle Li Changgeng have both run out of life and are scattered.

In the early years, Uncle Zhao committed the killing ring because of his greed for other sect exercises, and was kicked out of the division by the master, Uncle Zhao has been haunted, last year when the master was eighty years old, he died suddenly, the little uncle was not the master's opponent before his death, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and after the master died, he had the idea of snatching the inheritance of the Seven Killing Sect, the little sister was not his opponent, so he could only leave the sect, with the inheritance of the exercises, all the way away, temporarily avoiding the edge. ”

"Then why did you appear on the border of Kunlun Mountain again, which is 100,000 miles away from the Ming Kingdom. Han Cheng asked again.

"Five years ago, my little sister was practicing martial arts in the mountains and forests, and suddenly there was a Taoist priest from Kunlun, saying that I had good qualifications, and wanted to cross me up the mountain and practice what the true law of the Great Dao.

These days, she was chased and killed by Uncle Zhao all the way, and the little sister had nowhere else to go, so she could only flee all the way to Kunlun, hoping that she could be sheltered by the old Taoist priest in Kunlun after entering the mountain. ”

"I see. Han Cheng nodded, and finally sorted out the ins and outs of the matter.

"Little Sister originally thought that her martial arts had improved very rapidly over the years, but she didn't expect Brother Han to be even more perverted, even Uncle Zhao, who had opened up the second line of Ren Du and had already been at the top of the rivers and lakes, was not the enemy of Brother Han's move, I really don't know how Brother Han practiced, and now martial arts should have reached the realm of the legendary Divine Immortal Buddha, right?" Fang Ying asked with envy.

"Well. ”

Han Cheng touched his nose and said with some embarrassment: "Actually, my martial arts are not as powerful as Miss Fang thought, but I got the opportunity a few years earlier than Miss Fang, and when Miss Fang enters Kunlun, she will come into contact with a different world, or she will be as powerful as me in a few years." ”

"Really?"

Fang Ying asked suspiciously.

"It's true. ”

Han Cheng nodded solemnly.

"That's great, I also want to be a master like Brother Han! Defeating a martial arts master in a snap of your fingers is fascinating to think about!"

Fang Ying's beautiful goose egg face showed an intoxicated expression, and with her slightly messy hairstyle, it added a bit of playfulness and cuteness.

The two chatted for a while, Han Cheng felt that the speed of the journey was too slow, and regardless of Fang Ying's surprised and shocked expression, he directly sacrificed the flying sword, held it in his arms, and flew towards the center of the Kunlun Mountain Range.

Among the peaks and ravines that stretch for tens of thousands of miles in the Kunlun Mountains, there is a Shaoyin Mountain, there are eleven peaks on the mountain, three east and eight west, especially on the Qilin Cliff, the holy water is clear and beautiful, it is the station of the Kunlun faction.

Since the founder of the Kunlun School, the Yiyuan Patriarch, who preached to the Heavenly Immortals, and ascended to him, the remaining disciples have guarded his Taoism and passed it down from generation to generation, until today, it has been hundreds of years.

When Han Cheng had just flown outside the Kunlun Sect Mountain Gate, two thin and fat Tsing Yi Daoist Imperial Swords from the Divine Realm came up to him and stopped them.

Han Cheng knew that he had reached his destination, so he took advantage of the situation to take back the frost Jiao and returned to the land, after all, this is someone's territory, and the flight of the imperial sword is too high-profile, at least respect is still necessary.

"Dare to ask if this is Kunlun Immortal Gate?"

Han Cheng arched his hand towards the two Tsing Yi Daoists and asked politely.

The two Tsing Yi Daoists glanced at each other, and after exchanging glances, the thinner Taoist said, "Exactly, this Taoist friend is planning to enter my Kunlun to learn art?"

"That's right, not only me, but also this little sister beside the contemptible person, also wants to join Kunlun and learn the true method of the Great Dao. ”

Han Cheng pointed at Fang Ying beside him and said.

Before entering the Kunlun Mountains, Han Cheng had used the hidden breath recipe in the Baiyang Heavenly Book to hide most of his cultivation, and only revealed the realm of the middle stage of the Tongshen to the outside world.

For a young casual cultivator, this level of cultivation is not too outstanding, but it does not make people feel mediocre, neither high nor low, just right.

And in order to avoid accidents, he deliberately hid the Yin Demon Skeleton Banner captured from the Maguan Daoist in a hidden place, and only waited for the opportunity to get it later.

The thin Daoist looked Han Cheng and Fang Ying up and down a few times, and didn't see anything abnormal, so he said: "Two Daoist friends, come with me, there are many people who have come to learn art this time, and there are also some casual cultivators who have already entered the Dao and the gods, all of whom are temporarily living in the cloud courtyard, waiting for the selection of the master. ”

Two Tsing Yi Dao people led the way in front, Han Cheng and Fang Ying followed, and when they just stepped into the mountain gate, countless thin white mist rushed up all around, vaguely forming a complex cloud array.

When the white mist rose, Han Cheng obviously felt that his breath was suffocating, and his body seemed to be swept up and down by an invisible force, there was some discomfort, but it was only a little uncomfortable, and there was nothing special about the rest, and he entered the mountain gate smoothly, and Fang Ying did the same.

Han Cheng didn't know, this was the first test of the Kunlun faction, and the mountain protection array covering the entire mountain gate seemed to be a huge demon mirror, as long as the person who entered the formation had a trace of demons or practiced evil exercises, he would immediately be recognized by the protective mechanism of the large array, and he would return to the mountain gate at best, or directly bombarded and killed.