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 and pressed his big hand, exuding a coercion with the old man with long eyebrows as the center.

This coercion is immense, as soon as it appears, all the onlookers feel this pressure, but there is an irresistible feeling in the plainness, only a small number of Yuan Dan monks who have cultivated deeply, and use the Yuan Force in their bodies with all their might, can withstand this pressure, but there is inevitably a look of shock in their eyes.

Only Han Shi's expression was still calm, unmoved by this pressure.

After the old man's face changed imperceptibly, he recovered as before, with a faint smile on his face, he had a trace of murder against 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.

His coercion seems to be huge, but when it really falls on everyone, it is more of a kind of mental oppression, and it is the best policy not to surrender others.

According to his expectations, this person will be powerless to resist under the sudden strong pressure, so that he can humiliate this person in public and show the power of the city lord's mansion, but he didn't expect that this person would resist for life, and it looked quite relaxed, and the old man with long eyebrows had a trace of gloom in the depths of his eyes, and soon, this gloom was covered by a smile.

Han Shi stood proudly, like a green pine.

The coercion suddenly became greater at that moment just now, as expected, from the time when the old man with long eyebrows talked to Zhang Mubai, it can be inferred that this person and that Zhang Mubai are either elders or teachers, judging from the person who Zhang Mubai is, this old man with long eyebrows is by no means a good type, he has long been wary of this person, so he has no way.

The ruthlessness of the old man with long eyebrows 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 will not only not stop, but will only gain an inch, if it is not for his self-preservation power, he has already turned into a pile of dry bones at this moment, in fact, this matter is very easy to do.

Han Shi waved his right hand, and in a flash, a three-foot sword blade appeared out of thin air, he raised his sword, and the blade was slightly raised, pointing at the old man with long eyebrows.

Han Shi's face also showed a smile, but this smile revealed a coldness.

Seeing Han Shi's move, Xu Chen's eyes lit up, and an agitation instantly appeared in his heart, this person was too bold, and the monks around him couldn't help but gasp, their eyes all stayed in the hands of the green-shirted monks, which pointed directly at the sword of 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, and it depends on the decision of the City Lord's Mansion whether to stay or not, and no one has ever dared to take the initiative to challenge the City Lord's Mansion at this last level, let alone 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, the elder elder Changmei, as the person behind the city lord's mansion, is by no means weak even among the Yuanying monks, and even if this green-shirted monk hides his cultivation, he is still a Yuandan cultivator, and he dares 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. ”

"I don't need to use a sword for you, I only have one palm, if you can take it, this 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 flying 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, although the name of this fist method is not raised, but if it is about its might, even in all the exercises of the stone clan, it can also be ranked among the top three, this fist method is different from many supernatural powers, it is the purest physical power, 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, there are countless people who practice in the stone clan, and its entry threshold is extremely low, almost at the same time as the cultivation of the stone recipe can start the cultivation of the rolling stone fist, Han Shi was also the same back then, and this boxing method can be turned into palm and fingering after being familiar, each person has different usages, and there are some differences in power.

Han Shi's palm turned slightly, and he slapped a palm, the palm print was slightly illusory, and it quickly solidified and became larger after it was separated from the palm, until the size of Mo Youzhang Xu stopped getting bigger, showing a light cyan color, and the palm print traveled too fast, as if the wind in front of him was an obstacle, and there was a sonic boom sound under the impact.

Zhang Mubai was in mid-air, his eyes were shocked, he could feel that this palm print was like a spiritual thing, it had locked him firmly, no matter how he moved, he couldn't avoid this blow.

The majestic aura from the palm prints has made Zhang Mubai's heart palpitate before he arrives, this blow is really worried about his life, looking at this green-shirted monk who has not been put in his eyes, Zhang Mubai's heart is 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 shouted a low voice, and suddenly a phantom appeared.

In this virtual shadow is an ancient clock.