Chapter 186: The Sword Refers to the Yuan Infant
The old man with long eyebrows has a solemn look in his kind eyes, giving people a sense of trustworthiness, and a trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the old man surnamed Ruan, the true face of this person is by no means what it seems.
The old man with long eyebrows retracted his gaze, no longer looked at the old man surnamed Ruan, but slowly got up, pressed his big hand, and centered on the old man with long eyebrows, exuding a coercion.
This coercion, as soon as it appeared, was mighty, and all the monks who were watching nearby felt this pressure, but there was an irresistible feeling in their hearts, only a small number of Yuan Dan monks who had cultivated deeply, and they were able to resist this pressure by using the Yuan Force in their bodies with all their might, but there was inevitably a look of shock in their eyes.
Only the green-shirted monk who was far away from the high platform still maintained a calm posture and was not moved by this pressure.
After the old man's face changed imperceptibly, he recovered as before, with a faint smile on his face, this scene made him have a trace of murder in this green-shirted monk, originally after listening to what Zhang Mubai said, he still didn't believe it, but after trying it today, he felt everything personally.
The coercion he exuded seemed to be huge, but when it really fell on everyone, the pressure was not great, it was more of a kind of mental oppression, and it was the best policy to surrender without a fight.
This coercion, with nearly fifty percent of the force, was gathered by him and pressed towards the green-shirted monk.
In his expectation, this person was suddenly under strong pressure, and he would be powerless to resist and fall to the ground, so that he could humiliate this person in public and show the power of the city lord's mansion, but he didn't expect that this person could resist to the death, and it looked extremely relaxed, and in the depths of the eyes of the old man with long eyebrows, there was a trace of extremely faint gloom, and soon, this gloom was completely covered by a smile.
Han Shi stood proudly, like a green pine.
At that moment just now, the coercion suddenly became greater, as early as he expected, from the time when the old man with long eyebrows talked to Zhang Mubai, he could infer that this person and that Zhang Mubai were either family elders or teachers.
Judging from Zhang Mubai's personality, this old man with long eyebrows is by no means a good type, and he has long been wary of this person, so he has no way.
The ruthlessness of this long-eyebrow old man finally ignited Han Shi's anger completely, the city lord's mansion bullied him again and again, before, he still left some room for maneuver, but now it seems that he is too worried, this city lord's mansion, not only will not stop, but will only get an inch, if it weren't for the fact that he still has a little self-preservation, he would have turned into a pile of dry bones at this moment.
In fact, this matter is very easy to handle.
Han Shi waved his right hand, and under the flash of a swimming arc, a three-foot sword blade appeared out of thin air, he raised his sword, and the sword blade was slightly raised, pointing at the old man with long eyebrows on the high platform, and Han Shi also showed a smile on his face, but this smile revealed an extremely cold.
Seeing Han Shi's move, Xu Chen's eyes lit up, and a stir instantly appeared in his heart, this person's courage was too great.
The monks around couldn't help but gasp, their eyes all stayed in the hands of the green-shirted monks, the sword that pointed directly at the old man with long eyebrows.
At this moment, no one dared to make a sound, for fear that it would lead to trouble.
For thousands of years, this last level has been held in the hands of the City Lord's Mansion, whether it is success or failure, it all depends on the decision of the City Lord's Mansion, and no one has ever dared to take the initiative to challenge the City Lord's Mansion at this last level, not to mention this kind of unadorned and murderous challenge, which is equivalent to a complete break with the behemoth of the City Lord's Mansion.
In this case, as the person behind the scenes of the City Lord's Mansion, the cultivation of this person, even among the Yuanying monks, is by no means weak.
And this green-shirted monk, even if he concealed his cultivation, he was still a Yuan Dan cultivator, and he dared to point a sword at this person.
The old man with long eyebrows looked at the green-shirted monk fixedly, for a long time, retracted his gaze, looked at his nose, looked at his heart, as if he was in a fixed state, and said indifferently: "Mu Bai, you go and have a discussion with this person, and pay attention to the importance of your shot." ”
Zhang Mubai arched his hand, and with a slight movement of his figure, he flew into the air, his feet and toes on the two flying swords, and slowly flew towards Han Shi, the wind blew, blowing the light blue clothes, which was very elegant.
Zhang Mubai looked down at Han Shi from top to bottom, his eyes showing a ruthless expression, "Han Shi, I know that your self-esteem strength is extraordinary, but in front of me Zhang Mubai, there is no place for you to be presumptuous. ”
"For you, there is no need to use a sword, I only have one palm, and if you can take it, then the matter will be stopped. Han Shi lowered his head and said softly.
Han Shi always looked at the palm of his hand, and didn't look at Zhang Mubai who flew in mid-air, but the words he said were like thunder, roaring in everyone's hearts, causing an incomparable shock.
Han Shi's words seemed to be talking to himself, but he revealed an indescribable arrogance, at this moment, everyone had a feeling that it was not Zhang Mubai who really looked down on each other, but Han Shi, who was bowing his head and talking to himself at the moment.
After the bluestone body reached the top grade, Han Shi's physical strength increased sharply again, and he felt the power of this rolling stone fist more and more, this set of boxing methods, although its name is not good, but if it is about the specific power, even in all the exercises of the stone clan, it can also be ranked among the top three, and this boxing method, unlike many supernatural powers, is the purest physical power, and there is no need to practice other exercises.
Its strength is strong in purity.
Shi Zu once had an eight-character evaluation of Rolling Stone Fist: "The road is simple, back to the basics." ”
This kind of boxing, in the stone clan, there are countless cultivators, the threshold for entry is extremely low, almost as long as you start to practice the stone recipe at the same time, you can start the cultivation of the rolling stone fist, Han Shi was the same back then, and this boxing method can be turned into palm and fingering after being familiar, each person's usage is different, and the power is also somewhat different.
Han Shi's palm turned slightly, slapped a palm, the palm print was slightly illusory, after detaching from the palm, it quickly solidified and became larger, until Mo was about the size of a zhang, it stopped getting bigger, and the palm print showed a light cyan.
The palm print traveled too fast, as if the wind in front of it was an obstacle, and under the impact, it made a sonic boom.
Zhang Mubai was in mid-air, his eyes showed a look of horror, he could feel that this palm print was like a spiritual thing, which had locked him firmly, no matter how he moved, he couldn't avoid this blow, and the majestic aura from the palm print had already made Zhang Mubai's heart palpitate before he arrived.
This blow is really life-threatening.
Looking at this green-shirted monk who had not been taken seriously by him, Zhang Mubai's heart was as uncomfortable as being devoured by ants.
In the blink of an eye, the palm print was already on his body, and he couldn't think about it, Zhang Mubai's hands pinched like lightning, flew back three steps, and with a low shout, a phantom suddenly appeared.
In this shadow is an ancient bell.