Many monks were silent, and under this vastness, everyone seemed to have lost the idea of speaking, and could only taste it silently with their hearts to express their respect.

Even those few Yuanying Cultivators, who had always had a calm face, couldn't help frowning at this moment, looking at Han Shi's gaze, which could not be described as shock, they couldn't imagine that under the ordinary face of this green-shirted monk, there was such a powerful bloodline power hidden.

Among these people, there was only one person, whose eyes were extremely gloomy, staring at the ten-zhang square stone, and his fingers hidden in his cuffs were trembling slightly involuntarily.

He, it is Zhang Mubai, the master originally promised him that he would come to Leiyun Island to watch the ceremony no matter what, but from beginning to end, Zhang Mubai did not see the master's figure, he released more than ten smoke cranes in a row, and there was no response, at that time there was a shadow in his heart.

He originally thought that the master must have encountered something difficult to solve, so he delayed the hour, even if he saw Han Shi appear before, he did not panic, until this moment, seeing the ten zhang square stone, in that vast and boundless aura, he felt an irresistible coercion, until this moment, the hidden thought in his heart, which even he himself could not believe, was rapidly expanding.

The man in black, Zhang Mubai is no stranger, a hundred years ago, he had a fight with this person, he was not cultivated enough, less than ten breaths, the token was snatched, and this person was driven out of this thundercloud secret realm, embarrassed, he also gave birth to a trace of resentment towards this person.

A hundred years later, this person has condensed a fake baby, so his hatred has to be dispelled, and the master has said in detail the background of this gentleman without worry, and strictly ordered him not to act without authorization, and even do everything possible to repair the relationship with that gentleman without worry.

"That Jun Wuwu is the most talented person in the Jun family, ordinary people don't know, his strength is strong, the crown is the place of the left, as long as it is Yuan Dan cultivation, it is by no means this person's opponent, even if it is a teacher, it is only a little better, once this person steps into the Yuan Baby, completely open the bloodline inheritance, its strength is still above the teacher, you don't have to wonder, the Jun family is the most mysterious inheritance family in Haori City, once the people of the Jun family awaken the bloodline, in the same realm, they are invincible existence. ”

More than 100 years ago, after he retreated in embarrassment, the words that the master said seemed to sound in his ears again at this moment, and Zhang Mubai couldn't help but shudder.

But even this demon god-like Jun Wuwu, in front of the thin green shirt back, he can't get the slightest bargain, then Han Shi, is it a human or a demon? Could it be that the master chased and killed Han Shi, and couldn't help but succeed, but died in the hands of Han Shi?

"Impossible, impossible, it is impossible for the master to die, let alone die in the hands of Han Shi, he is nothing, but he is just a Yuan Dan monk, how can he have the ability to kill the master. ”

Zhang Mubai's face was pale, he shook his head frantically, he couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe it, he was afraid that once he believed it, he would completely lose the courage to raise his sword in front of Han Shi.

And not far from Zhang Mubai's side, Xu Chen, who was dressed in white, showed a strange light in his eyes, which was not much shock, but there was a sense of appreciation in it, he was not jealous of the strangeness of this Han Shi's various magical powers, but it aroused his transcendence even more.

The ten zhang square stone is vivid, if it is not for everyone to know in their hearts that this is an illusory shadow, I am afraid that it will be regarded as true.

The hundred-zhang white-veined tiger shadow roared again and again, abandoning the black tripod in the sky, turning the direction, opening the mouth of the blood basin, and biting towards Han Shi, the sword-shaped pattern on its forehead burst out with a ray of light, and there was a sharp gold breath in the flickering room to shoot in all directions, and everywhere it went, it brought out the sound of breaking the sky, like a cracked silk.

What it inherits is a king's sharp intent, and once it is provoked, it will immediately make the strongest counterattack.

On the outside, it looks like a tiger, but inside, it is the meaning of a sword, a sword intent that does not bend or bend, even if the breath revealed by this square stone is vast in all directions, such as an emperor and an emperor, it must not make it bow down to its ears.

This is the battle between the king and the emperor, the roar of the white-veined tiger shadow in the sky, at the moment when it pounced on Han Shi, turned into a shocking sword roar, and the sword-shaped pattern on the forehead of the tiger shadow flickered, and suddenly turned into a sword shadow dozens of zhang long, and the white-veined tiger's bloody mouth at the same time, attacked Han Shi.

Han Shi didn't look at the attacking tiger shadow and sword shadow, but turned around and took a step, his right hand stroked the ten zhang square stone, as soon as the square stone was started, there was a vast and infinite vast breath, rushing to the face, as if at the moment of Han Shi's touch, there were endless years flowing, the vicissitudes of life, so that Han Shi couldn't help but sigh, although he knew that this was the power of the bloodline, but it gave Han Shi a real feeling, this kind of illusion and reality, like a dream.

In this regard, Han Shi had a lot of doubts in his heart, but right now, it was not the time to pursue the answer.

Han Shi's eyes suddenly turned cold, turned to look at the crisis behind him that was already very close to him, and clenched his hands tightly, as if holding fate, the ten zhang square stones, at an unimaginable speed, swelled in a terrifying gaze.

Twenty zhang, fifty zhang, one hundred and eighty zhang, five hundred zhang, nine hundred and ninety-nine zhang......

In the end, on the nine hundred and ninety-ninth zhang, stopped, this is Han Shi's current limit, if it is to reach a thousand zhang, it must break through to the Yuan infant stage, otherwise the power of the bloodline cannot support it.

In front of this square stone that is nearly a thousand zhang high, this hundred-zhang tiger shadow and the sword shadow of dozens of zhang long, suddenly, from the role that seemed to be able to control everything, suddenly there was only one feeling left, that is, insignificance, as small as ants.

As soon as this thousand zhang square stone came out, it turned into an incomparably powerful impact force, rushing towards the tiger shadow and the sword shadow at great speed, and in the blink of an eye, it crashed into one place.

An earth-shattering roar, among which there is a crisp sound of gold and stone intersecting echoes, impacting in all directions, the earth-shattering battle intent contained in this sound, the listeners all change color, and their eyes reveal fanatical intent, and they can't wait to rush up and fight for their lives.

In the roar, I saw that the hundred-zhang tiger shadow was hit by a strong force on the body, in the wail, the volley flew out of thousands of zhang away, fell heavily on the top of the mountain, and even more withered, after barely getting up, the tiger shadow shortened to more than eighty zhang, slightly dim, this blow, the white-veined tiger shadow immediately had a heavy injury, and the sword shadow of dozens of zhang long, under the collision of thousands of zhang ashlar, emitted a sword wail, a not very conspicuous crack appeared on the sword body, under a shock, the sword shadow retreated frantically, and turned into a streamer without looking back, and re-submerged into the forehead of the white-veined tiger shadow。

Jun Wuwu's complexion changed greatly, and under the traction of his breath, he withdrew dozens of zhang in a row before he could stand firmly, his hair was scattered, and his qi and blood were extremely boiling, and he spit out several mouthfuls of blood in a row, and he hurriedly played a trick.

After a long time, he pressed down the feeling of wanting to spurt blood from all over his body, and when he looked up, his eyes showed disbelief, he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, under the blow of this thousand zhang ashwagon, he had already suffered extremely serious injuries, and he had always believed that in this forsaken land, no one's bloodline power could be stronger than him.

But now, everything he believed in had been wiped out under the earth-shattering blow of this thousand zhang ashlar, and the power of his bloodline was nothing compared to this green-shirted monk.

The white-veined tiger shadow behind him, a pair of tiger eyes, also showed a terrifying look that had never been seen before, the originally invincible claws had been broken off several, the wounds were stained with blood, and its whole body was trembling slightly, and it no longer had the courage to fight again.

All this situation was connected with the carefree mind of the gentleman, and he already knew it in his heart, and his eyes gradually dimmed.