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Chapter 523: The iron disciple, the flowing water ancestor.(2/3)

Gu Han thought for a while.
"It's because you didn't meet me."
Said.
Another trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Is it?"
The old man's eyes were even more solemn, "I've never heard of someone like you among the scavengers among casual cultivators."
"normal."
Gu Han slowly raised the sword in his hand.
"Just started in the industry."
"Holy realm?"
The old man's eyes became colder and colder, "It's a pity that you still dare to be so arrogant after being seriously injured. After you die, your head will be placed at the highest point of my mountain gate to shock Xiaoxiao!"
boom!
Talking room.
He thought he had seen through Gu Han's reality, and a wisp of domineering holy power fell instantly!
Cultivation.
The second level of the Holy Realm!
Visible to the naked eye.
Under the holy power, the crack in Gu Han's body burst open again, and he instantly became a bloody man.
"Look at Mr. Chicken."
He seemed to be slightly asleep.
Pushing Chongming in front of Chen Qing, his energy dispersed, knocking him far away.
Chen Qing wanted to cry but had no tears.
Senior...you really love chickens as much as you want!
"die!"
Also at this time.
The old man took action first, and with the continuous surge of cultivation and the power of heaven and earth, a shadow formed faintly behind him!
Phantom Body Technique!
Summon a phantom body, possessing 30% of the combat power of the original body!
Under superposition.
He can exert the strength of the third level or even the fourth level of the Holy Realm!
With this magical power, he is somewhat famous among the unconventional forces within a radius of thousands of miles.
He is very proud.
Also very confident.
After all, for ordinary holy realm monks, being able to fight beyond one or two small realms is already considered a very powerful figure.
boom!
Boom!
In a blink of an eye.
A fist with a ghost image landed within three feet in front of Gu Han!
"kill!"
Also at this time.
Gu Han moved.
The black sword in his hand was instantly raised, and a blood-red sword beam more than ten feet long fell towards the old man!
boom!
Air-engine collision room.
Chen Qing was so shocked that she could no longer open her eyes.
After a while.
The energy gradually calmed down, revealing the figures of Gu Han and the old man.
"Ahem..."
Gu Han vomited several mouthfuls of blood and looked at the old man.
"Do you have any holy medicine at home?"
"No."
The old man's eyes were dull and he answered subconsciously.
"No?"
Gu Han frowned slightly.
"Where's the semi-holy medicine?"
"have……"
"That's good."
Gu Han nodded, "It's not a loss."
puff!
The voice fell.
A thin line of blood instantly appeared between the old man's brows, spreading quickly and spreading all over his body. As the blood spilled, the body instantly split into two pieces and fell down.
"The ancestor is dead!"
"Hurry and greet the new ancestor!"
“I’ve met my ancestor, and he’s well!”
"..."
Seeing that their ancestors, sect masters, and elders were all dead, the first reaction of the disciples who were watching the battle from a distance was not to panic, but to step forward one after another and kowtow to Gu Han.
Gu Han frowned.
What does it mean?
The ancestors are all dead, shouldn't these people feel like mourning their heirs? Why are they... now a little happy?
"senior."
Chen Qing finally calmed down and explained.
For these underlying forces.
Change the patriarch.
Replace the ancestor.
It can't be said that it's a common occurrence...anyway, it happens every once in a while.
All used to it!
Whoever is the ancestor is their disciple.
"Ancestor!"
Also at this time.
A disciple looked at Gu Han flatteringly, "You killed the previous ancestor, so the name Yangxin Sect can no longer be used. Please ask the ancestor to rename it!"
To be continued...
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