Pan Hao naturally didn't care about Liu Yong's thoughts, and after taking the three girls around the neighborhood for a few laps, he returned with a full load.

At night, in a house in Rongjun, a study room was brightly lit, and an old man with a wide robe and a gentle face was carefully studying an ancient book in his hand, and this person was the Han Yang that the young man said during the day.

If someone can look at the qi at this time, they can see that the white qi above the old man's head is constantly boiling, and countless scriptures and ancient seals are rising and falling in the white qi with the study and thinking of the old man Han Yang, exuding a vast and upright atmosphere.

These scriptures are constantly evolving, turning into chains of crystal white light that are wrapped around the luck, expounding the order of heaven and earth, and exploring the mysteries of all things. The white chains are intertwined, and the sparks are flying everywhere, these are countless scripture ideas converging and refuting. In the process of innovation.

At this time, the old man suddenly put down the book and sighed lightly.

"Unexpectedly, just after leaving Kyoto, disaster is coming!" Han Yang's body is like an ordinary person, but his eyes are shiny and exposed, and he doesn't look like an old man in his twilight years.

"Ha Luha! I am worthy of being a contemporary Confucian, and I can actually perceive my existence!" A low and hoarse voice sounded, and a gray-robed old man squeaked open the door.

"When did you people in the martial arts fight with the temple, aren't you afraid that the Nine Clans will destroy the door and disaster will come?" Han Yang stood up slowly, his eyes shining brightly, and his momentum was awe-inspiring.

At the same time, the countless scriptures on the old man's luck in Hanyang were about to move, interweaving the scene of the nine clans being wiped out, the blood flowing like a river, and the corpses all over the ground. The verses clicked and turned, and they were confided as Han Yang spoke. It was like a swimming dragon that rushed to the Yansha's luck, wrapping the Yansha's pale red luck tightly.

Scenes of tragic scenes are multiplying, affecting Yansha's luck, and in an instant, Yansha's luck is shaking, as if the jewel is covered with dust, and there is actually a tendency to be dim.

"Ha Luha, you don't want to bluff me!" The true qi in Yan Sha's body flowed rolling, and a powerful, scorching aura rose up. The temperature in the air also rose instantly, and it was as warm as spring for a while.

The true qi vibrate, and the luck of the hot sand instantly emitted a strong momentum, repelling the scriptures with a bang. The chain that emitted white light was actually shaken open, and the people's wishes on it were actually no threat to Yansha.

Yan Sha's right hand turned into a red jade palm, the hot true qi turned into a palm qi, and exhaled a true qi turned into a fire palm and rolled out towards the old man Han Yang.

"If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself!" Han Yang was not afraid of danger, and his whole body exuded an awe-inspiring and upright atmosphere. Said solemnly and coldly.

Click, with the movement of Han Yang's scriptures, countless white gases that were swirling on the luck turned into characters and jumped out, forming a chain of righteous and mighty ones.

Poof, the fire palm composed of true qi was actually extinguished in an instant, and with a bang, a vast and upright aura rose to the sky, enveloping the entire house.

Bang, the true qi that Yansha was originally rushing out of his body was suppressed in an instant, and the true qi that he used freely seemed to be extremely jerky. The breath of the sky was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, and it rushed into Yansha's mind.

The voices of countless recitations of poetry and classics sounded, scenes of sages and sages appeared, and countless ritual regulations were turned into chains of order, shuttling into the void and being passed down from generation to generation. It is believed by all generations and blessed by countless people's wishes and beliefs.

Boom, Yan Sha's eyes widened in horror, and he found that his true qi was like a pool of stagnant water, and no matter how Yan Sha drove it, he didn't react.

"This is the power of the sages?" Yansha muttered distractedly.

Han Yang's eyes on the opposite side were shining, and his wide robe was moving with the wind. With your hands behind your back, you stand with your head held high. Countless rich scriptures rise and fall in the void, and there is a vast and righteous atmosphere.

"You don't have to bluff, although the power of the sage can suppress the true qi cultivation, the power of my body can still be used!" Yan Sha came back to his senses and suddenly remembered the immortal master's instructions. Confidence was immediately boosted.

"Kill!" Yan Sha gave up using his true qi, stepped on the bluestone, and rushed over with a bang. Click, the bluestone under his feet shattered with a click, and Yansha's whole person was like an arrow off the string, rushing towards Han Yang with a bang.

Although Yansha looks like an old man, his cultivation has entered the innate and he has already washed his scriptures and cut his bones, his body is strong, and his blood and qi are worshipped. Pengpeng, with a scurrying sound of his fist, he was about to kill the old man Han Yang under his fist.

"Bold!"

"Bold!"

The two men who followed Han Yang into Rong County finally noticed that something was wrong and rushed in.

Hmm, the scriptures that could not be seen with the naked eye between heaven and earth met the two men and got out of the way, but they did not suppress the true qi of the two men.

"Qiang Qiang ......"

Two crisp voices sounded, and two men in green robes drew their swords. The body is like a dragon, swishing to carry light power to kill the hot sand.

"Bell!"

The long sword was flicked away by Yan Sha's fingertips, but Yan Sha was also forced to take a few steps away from Han Yang. The two men were unforgiving, their long swords turned into light and shadow, and countless afterimages emitted a cold light and evil aura, enveloping the hot sand.

With his amazing footwork, Yansha dodged his attack, but was closely followed by the tricky long sword. The long swords of the man in Tsing Yi intersected, Zizi, there was a trace of sword qi on the tip of the long sword, Yan Sha was startled, and hurriedly dodged.

"Snort. ”

The seat was split in half like tofu, and even the green bricks on the ground were split into a gully that was three inches deep and five feet long.

"You are from the Zhao family!" Yan Sha said in a low voice when he saw this.

"Kill!" the two men did not answer, but met their eyes for a moment, and then the long sword cleared and bullied towards the hot sand.

"It seems that there is no way to complete the task, withdraw first!" Yan Sha secretly thought to himself.

Bang, stomp under the feet of the hot sand, click, and the bluestone shattered. Whew, Yan Sha waved his hand, and the crushed bluestone was grabbed in his hand, and then sprayed out.

Dingding, the two men's long swords turned into a light curtain to block Qingshi's attack. At this moment, Yansha kicked under his feet, clicked, and the bluestone under his feet cracked several petals, and the whole person turned into a gray shadow and smashed through the window and rushed out.

"Chase!" the two men were about to rush out.

"Slow down!" Han Yang's old voice sounded.

"Ahem. Han Yang's momentum slowly subsided, and countless earth and earth scriptures dissipated. There are also some scriptures that have returned to Han Yang's luck and turned into a righteous and vast white air.

"Old Han, you're fine!" the two men hurriedly asked with concern.

"It's okay, people are useless when they're old!" Han Yang waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

......

And Pan Hao, who was far away in Qingyu County, retracted his gaze, and in his soul, the illusory divine position already had a little bit of a condensation feeling. Pan Hao's sleeve robe waved, and the picture on the divine throne disappeared.

"The power of the sage!" Pan Hao muttered with deep eyes.