Chapter Twenty-Three: Zonghua is humiliated

Han Xun was about to get up and go out to meet Zhang Wanli, and as soon as he got up, he suddenly remembered another ghost skill that Fate had taught him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Wind and thunder. Han Xun's heart moved, and he muttered in his mouth.

"It seems that I still have to hurry up and learn the cultivation of the Wind Thunder, if I learn the Wind Thunder, it will definitely have a better chance for me to face the master outside who doesn't know how strong it is, and I don't know what the realm of the master outside is, and it is very disadvantageous for me to rush to fight, so it is better to learn the Wind Thunder first." ”

Han Xun thought about it for a while, and felt that since he had cultivated the ghost fire, it was very important to step up his cultivation of the ghost skill that could only be used by having a ghost fire realm.

Moreover, Han Xun felt that the ghost skills given to him by Endless Life would definitely not be too bad, and the instantaneous change last time made him discover a lot of wonders, and thus defeated Lin Xiong, who had cultivated more than himself for several years.

And learning the wind and thunder can allow Hanxun to consolidate and strengthen his strength, so why not do it.

However, time is urgent, and Han Xun does not dare to guarantee whether all the disciples of the Broken Ghost Sect are dead at this time, and then Zhang Wanli is looking for the remaining disciples of the Broken Ghost Sect who are hiding, and finally finds himself.

In order to prevent being discovered secretly cultivating as soon as possible, Han Xun had to hurry up and cultivate the Wind Thunder at this moment.

Knowing that every inch of time was gold, Han Xun calmed down, remembered the mantra of the wind and thunder in his mind, and entered the cultivation state again.

Wind Thunder, as the name suggests, is a ghost skill related to footwork. The caster who casts the ghost skill can strengthen his footsteps under the effect of the wind and thunder, and reach the speed of the wind and thunder, so that the enemy cannot see his figure, so as to achieve the effect of lightning rush.

Now such a ghost skill is very suitable for Han Xun, as the saying goes, the first strike is stronger. With the Wind Thunder, you can speed up your body to make your enemies unpredictable, and then instantly use deadly ghost skills at close range to catch your opponents off guard.

Understanding the role of the Wind Thunder and his cultivation skills, Han Xun immediately made up his mind and stepped up his cultivation.

Han Xun's cultivation of the Wind Thunder was the time when Zhang Wanli continued to kill.

Zhang Wanli transferred part of his yin qi to Zheng Xiaoran's body, and then the yin qi in Zheng Xiaoran's body finally recovered a lot, and he began to stand still, and his injuries were a little better.

Seeing such a change, the disciples of the Broken Ghost Gate were once again disillusioned, Zheng Xiaoran, who was originally unable to fight due to a draw with Zhuang Lie, actually recovered from his injuries, while his own sect master Zhuang Lie was still unable to continue fighting because of his injuries.

A Zhang Wanli has already made himself tremble, and now with a Zheng Xiaoran, there is really no hope of surviving.

Seeing that Zheng Xiaoran's injuries were much better, Zhuang Lie was jealous at the moment, he had been subjected to Zheng Xiaoran's ghost skills three times in a row, coupled with the Great Dao Ghost Breaking Technique he had used, now there was not much Yin Qi in his body that could be used, and the injury was serious, and he no longer had the physical strength to fight again. However, this will improve Zheng Xiaoran's injuries, and instantly make Zhuang Lie feel hopeless about life.

Zhuang Lie wanted to do something, but he had no choice but to see his disciples die one by one, and there was nothing he could do.

This is a kind of despair that is worse than death, the disciples he values are brutally killed one by one, but he can only watch, the original broken ghost gate will be destroyed has nothing to do with these disciples, everything is because of himself, but the disciples all died before himself, Zhuang Lie felt that all thoughts were lost.

Zheng Xiaoran recovered his body and said, "Hall Master, why don't you clean up these wastes together, the helper is still waiting for us to go back and report the good news." ”

Zhang Wanli shook his head and smiled: "It's interesting to kill them one by one, don't you see Zhuang Lie, as a sect master, seeing his disciples die one by one, that kind of desperate look, that kind of look looks at me very comfortable." ”

"As long as the hall master thinks it's interesting. Zheng Xiaoran couldn't agree with Zhang Wanli's perverted psychological behavior, but after all, his strength was not as good as Zhang Wanli, and Zhang Wanli was still his own hall master, so he could only say silently.

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"Well, it's done. After a cup of tea, Han Xun showed a shallow smile, got up and said with a smile: "It doesn't take too much time to learn ghost skills, let's see how much effect the wind thunder can bring to me in actual combat." ”

Han Xun in the forbidden land, after five days and five nights of sleepless cultivation, has now been promoted to a powerhouse with the strength of a ghost fire, and on the basis of rapid changes, he has a newly learned ghost skill Storm Thunder.

Although Han Xun was not sure if he could fight Zhang Wanli, he had to go out to fight, because if he continued to cultivate, it would be impossible for him to improve his strength too much in a short period of time and cultivate the second ghost fire.

Rather than being discovered, it is better to take the initiative to fight.

Standing up, Han Xun felt a sore back pain all over his body, twisted his body and said with a smile: "I have maintained a posture for five days and five nights in a row, it seems that I have worked a lot." ”

Walking out of the forbidden land, Han Xun looked back at the place where he had stayed for five days and five nights, and said with a smile: "Thank you for the forbidden land, you are also my blessed land, let me avoid the death of breaking the ghost gate for a hundred days, and let me cultivate the first ghost fire." ”

Retracting his eyes, Han Xun walked towards the square of the broken ghost gate, where the smell of blood came from, and where he was about to meet the enemy.

"This chick is good, it's a pity to kill it. Zhang Wanli stared at the beauty in front of him with obscene eyes, and said with a smile: "It's better for me to take you in, and when I go back, I will tell the helper that I picked up this beauty on the side of the road." If you follow me, you can also avoid the fate of death, and you can also have the joy of fish and water with me, which can not only avoid physical pain and mental fear when you die, but also exchange for physical and spiritual pleasure. ”

"You demon, you can kill me directly, I will never die to you. It was Zong Hua Yan Lingling who broke the ghost gate who spoke, but at this moment she showed her unyielding attitude to Zhang Wanli, Zhang Wanli behaved like a pervert, she would rather die than obey him.

Zhang Wanli smiled lewdly: "My kung fu in bed is very good, from me, you can avoid suffering physical pain, but you can get all kinds of comfort, why not." ”

Seeing that the goddess in his heart was about to be ruined, Lin Xiong, like the other disciples of the Broken Ghost Sect, loved Yan Lingling, and felt angry, but what could he do with anger, they were not Zhang Wanli's opponents, and they could only watch this scene happen.

Yan Lingling is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, she has a firm mind, tears are left like pearls, she did not compromise and said: "You kill me directly, I will not be with you as a devil, even, I hate you." ”

Zhang Wanli didn't anger Yan Lingling's words, but smiled lewdly: "Haha, since you don't obey me, then don't blame me for using the killer." However, it would be a pity to waste a sultry posture like you, with both a face and a figure. Come, come with me to the room for 300 rounds, and then you can die again. ”

Hearing Zhang Wanli's words, Yan Lingling's face turned pale, her eyes widened, and she hurriedly took a few steps back.

But Zhang Wanli is not a simple person, and as soon as he grabbed it, he hugged Yan Lingling's delicate body into his arms.

Yan Lingling naturally didn't have the strength to open her arms from Zhang Wanli, twisted her body, and cried loudly: "Who will save me, who will save me, who will save me." ”

Yan Lingling's cry for help, the disciples of the Broken Ghost Sect naturally heard it, but what could they do, they could only watch their favorite woman being insulted angrily, and sighed indignantly.

Angry at its misfortune, mourning is indisputable.

"Scream, scream, and when it's time to turn upside down, I promise you'll scream even louder. Zhang Wanli said with a smile.

Yan Lingling stopped shouting at this moment, because she knew that no one could save her, and her body was about to be ruined by the person she hated the most in her life, she could only bear it silently, dripping from her eyes, and all thoughts were lost.

Zhang Wanli smiled and walked to the nearest room from him, holding a beautiful woman like a flower, his heart was full of evil thoughts.

Just as Zhang Wanli was about to walk into the door, he suddenly heard a voice coming.

"Wait, your opponent is me. ”

Zhang Wanli hesitated for a moment and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

This voice caused Yan Lingling, who was like a dead heart, to look back, and someone would actually save me.

The disciples of the Broken Ghost Gate also looked over at this moment, thinking to themselves who had such backbone to dare to challenge, and dared to challenge Zhang Wanli, they were really not afraid of death.

When all eyes condensed on a figure, all the people who broke the ghost door were shocked.

"It's Han Xun, he's not dead yet. Zhang Wanhe, Zhuang Lie, and Lin Xiong trembled in their hearts at the same time.