The Kunlun Mountains stretch for tens of thousands of miles, located in the northwest of China, close to the Western Wilderness, hundreds of thousands of miles away from the Ming Kingdom, the terrain is steep, condescending, abundant aura, and excellent feng shui.

Not only is Kunlun and other world-class cultivators here, but it is rumored that there are many side doors and demonic giants living in seclusion in the west of the mountain range, and the two sides take the mountain range as the boundary, do not interfere with each other, and are at ease, so happy.

On the way to the Kunlun Sect, Han Cheng happened to see an old man on the edge of the mountain range.

It's just that the situation of this old man at the moment does not seem to be optimistic, she is wearing a soap-colored tight arrow suit, her hair is messy, her expression is panicked, her body is stained with blood, and she looks embarrassed during the run.

Behind her, a man over fifty years old, with two copper-colored fist gloves in his hands, followed reluctantly.

The light skills of both sides are very good, and they are all first-class top level in the rivers and lakes, you chase each other, one is in a hurry to escape, and the other is bound to win.

Seeing this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Han Cheng's mouth, he withdrew the flying sword, his body turned, and the next second he appeared in front of the woman in arrow.

"Miss Fang Ying, long time no see!"

Seeing the young man in blue who suddenly appeared in front of her, Fang Ying was stunned for a moment, and then recognized the person, and was so shocked that her mouth almost opened into a "0" shape.

"Han Cheng! It's you!"

"It's me. Han Cheng responded with a smile.

"I'm being hunted down, you go quickly, leave me alone!" After coming back to her senses, Fang Ying glanced at Han Cheng complicatedly, feeling that the other party had protected her, and didn't want to drag the other party into the water after all.

Han Cheng nodded imperceptibly, and said with a faint smile: "Meeting is fate, this time I can meet Miss Fang again, it means that it is God's arrangement, the girl is in trouble, how can Han not save it?"

Fang Ying's eyes lit up, and then dimmed again.

"It was my uncle Zhao Bocang who chased me, he had already opened up the second vein of Ren Du decades ago and became a martial arts master, his martial arts are only weaker than his ancestors, you are not an opponent, let's go!"

Han Cheng said lightly: "How do you know if you can do it if you don't give it a try?" Han's skills Miss Fang knows, after so many years, even Miss Fang has become a first-class player in the rivers and lakes, and Han Mouyan will be complacent and have no progress?"

Fang Ying couldn't help but stop when she heard this, and a glimmer of hope ignited in her eyes.

Indeed, in her impression, when she first met Han Cheng, Han Cheng seemed to have the strength of a first-class player in the rivers and lakes, and he could release a three-inch sword, the most important thing was that he was still so young, it seemed that he was not even twenty years old, such a young first-class master in the rivers and lakes in addition to his qualifications and understanding, his background was definitely not simple.

At that time, her martial arts could barely squeeze into the second- and third-rate level of the rivers and lakes, these years, after the careful teaching of the master, she has crossed several steps, and her martial arts have advanced by leaps and bounds, and she has reached the first-class level of the rivers and lakes in one fell swoop.

After the first-class, it is to open up the Ren pulse or the Du pulse, and even the top realm of the rivers and lakes where both veins are connected.

As many parties have said, if they have really opened up the second pulse over the years and become the top master of the rivers and lakes, the two of them may not have the power to fight together.

"What Brother Han said makes sense, you see I'm confused. Fang Ying smiled a little embarrassedly, and two small pear nests appeared on both sides of her mouth.

At this time, Fang Ying's uncle Zhao Bocang had almost caught up, he was of medium stature, his eyebrow bones were high and raised, a pair of thin eyes were deeply sunken, and his eyes were blazing inside, quite cunning and treacherous.

Seeing that there was suddenly a young helper of unknown origin next to the little nephew, and he couldn't see through the reality of the other party, he immediately frowned, and he didn't make a rash move before he figured out the depth and details of the other party.

"The kid opposite, this is Zhao's family matter, please don't meddle in your affairs, leave quickly, Zhao didn't see it. ”

"What if I don't leave?" Han Cheng raised his eyebrows and said lightly.

"It seems that your kid is the king of the scales--you are determined to go against someone Zhao?" Zhao Bocang had a gloomy face and continued: "It is certainly a beautiful thing for a hero to save the beauty, but I am afraid that your kid will not be blessed!"

Han Cheng was cold and retorted: "Whether Han has the ability or not can only be determined after comparison, but it is not up to Your Excellency to have the final say." ”

"Boy arrogance!"

With a roar, Zhao Bocang said coldly: "I just don't know if there is real talent and real learning!"

"If you are not convinced, just let the horse come. Stepping out, Han Cheng's face was full of calmness and confidence.

Zhao Bocang's pupils tightened, and he said sharply: "Boy, you are very conceited, although I don't know where you come from, but today, you have to pay for your words!"

The corners of Han Cheng's mouth raised slightly, and he smiled disdainfully: "Your Excellency is probably only a little bit of lip service left, there is so much time for nonsense, just give it a try, what are you doing verbosely, like a girl." ”

"That's what you said!"

Zhao Bocang laughed vigorously, his murderous intent rose, like an angry lion, his muscles bulged, and he broke through the air with a punch, and his fist body was wrapped in a strong true airflow, bringing a rumbling muffled sound, directly hitting Han Cheng.

"Brother Han be careful, that's my master's Peerless Killing Seven Fists, it's powerful, don't fight hard!" Fang Ying reminded with a worried face.

"Death to the boy!"

Zhao Bocang's body was in the air, his fist did not stop, and he pressed towards Han Cheng quickly, seeing that he was about to hit the other party's body, Zhao Bocang showed a cruel smile in his eyes, and seemed to have seen Han Cheng's tragic state of wailing after falling to the ground with his fist.

"Why hasn't Brother Han moved yet?"

Fang Ying's eyes were full of worry, she had seen it with her own eyes, Uncle Zhao's pair of smashing fists to open the monument and crack the stone was like child's play, if it hit someone......

She didn't dare to think about it anymore, and immediately flew over, wanting to bump into Han Cheng and dodge this blow, Han Cheng saw it in his eyes, and there was a little more warmth in his heart. With a casual move of his right hand, a flash of spiritual light flashed, and he forcibly pushed Fang Ying aside.

At this time, Zhao Bocang's air-breaking punch had already slammed into Han Cheng's body, and there was a loud bang, and it was too late for Fang Ying to stop it. Suddenly, there was an "ah", and he was so frightened that he turned his face away, not daring to face Han Cheng's tragic situation.

Zhao Bocang's Seven Killing Fist was like an iron horse crashing, fast and heavy, and the fist body was wrapped with a layer of sharp true qi, forming a fist, and the cold and sharp fist wind blew the grass branches and leaves flying wildly, and the power was powerful.

After the punch was successful, Zhao Bocang already stood with his hands down, and sighed softly: "It turned out to be a fledgling stunned young man, two fools, and the old man thought that he was a famous young talent, alas, the older he is, the less courageous he is." ”

"It's weak, it's too weak. Han Cheng suddenly spoke, and he patted his chest lightly, as if he was playing ashes, and his face was light.

Zhao Bocang's eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost, and his face was incredible.