Chapter 165 Broken Temple, Hao Jian VS Feng Han (please subscribe)
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.
"The Rain-Covering Sword" Lang Fanyun's reputation needs no more words.
He was originally a strong man on the black list, but the battle at Dongting Lake three years ago made him known as "the best swordsman in the world."
In front of such powerful people, the black and white servants didn't even dare to let go and left in a hurry.
As for the threat from Pang Ban, Lang Fanyun really doesn't care much...
Hao Jian said: If you don’t care about the waves, then neither do I!
While handling the weasel meat, Lang Fanyun said with a smile: "Brother Hao, I haven't seen you for three years, it feels like you have been reborn."
In his perception, he could faintly detect Hao Jian's inner breath as deep as the sea, even as deep as him.
This surprised Lang Fanyun!
Hao Jian pursed his lips and smiled, "It's not bad! Let's not talk about this anymore, Uncle Lang, it's a long night, why don't I tell you a story?"
Lang Fanyun's face twitched and he asked suspiciously: "A serious story?"
Hao Jian nodded, "Absolutely serious! After all, gambling and drug addiction are inseparable from me!"
Lang Fanyun's eyes widened, and he laughed dumbly and said: "Good guy, you didn't mention a word about Huang? However, it is normal for young people to be energetic."
Everyone laughed...
Hao Jian pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Once upon a time, a pig got lost in the forest. In a panic, he broke into the tiger's den. There was a tiger in it. After a night, the next day, the pig woke up and was surprised to find
...The tiger actually died! Excuse me, why is this? Old monk Guangdu, aren’t you an expert? You answer first!”
The old monk Guangdu stroked his long beard and said in confusion: "Amitabha, why does the tiger die when the weak is eaten by the strong?"
Hao Jian was noncommittal, "Uncle Lang, what do you think?"
Lang Fanyun instinctively felt that there was something wrong with his words, but he couldn't figure out why. He shook his head in confusion, "Why?"
"Lang Fanyun, Master, don't you know... Zhu is also wondering why?" Qian Hongqing smiled and the flowers trembled.
Lang Fanyun: "???"
Guangdu: "???"
Sure enough, there is a pit, a big pit!
"Hahahahahaha... Hao Jian, you are so mean, you are so stupid..." Lang Fanyun reacted and couldn't help laughing and scolding.
He has an open-minded nature and is not angry at all.
The old monk Guangdu snorted coldly and remained silent, a little angry...
Lang Fanyun glanced at Guangdu and said with a smile: "It's time to eat meat and drink wine! Come on, come on, eat meat, eat meat..."
Han Bo ate two pieces of meat and drank two large gulps of wine, and was the first to fall to the ground drunk.
Seeing this, Lang Fanyun put him on his horse, and the Han family's BMW took Han Bai towards the city...
Later, Guangdu also took up the responsibility of Feng Xinglie, "Amitabha, the two donors, I was worried about the donor's injury, so I left first."
Hao Jian smiled and said: "Old monk, didn't you say that if wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha is sitting in his heart... Such good wine and meat, why don't you pass through the intestines?"
Guangdu: "..."
He couldn't bear it anymore, so he disappeared into the dark night with Feng Xinglie on his back.
Lang Fanyun took another sip of wine and said, "Hao Jian, I think you don't seem to have a good impression of Guangdu or even Jingnian Chanyuan?"
Hao Jian curled his lips and said, "I really don't like it!"
There is no need to hide this!
You often stand on the moral high ground and look down at the world, opening your mouth and shutting up for the sake of "the common people in the world", but you do something practical for the common people?
In addition to choosing an emperor...
What else will you do?
There is no trace of resistance to foreign enemies, but it becomes active during internal fighting...
Lang Fanyun pondered for a moment, then turned to say: "Since the two servants of Black and White have been born, their master Pang Ban must have returned to the world... The Demon King of Gaidai who swept the world twenty years ago will definitely bring about bloodshed this time.
Already..."
He couldn't help but feel worried!
When a magician is born, the three major gangs and even the entire underworld will be the first to bear the brunt!
As one of the three major gangs, how can the Nujiao Gang be alone?
Although before he left the Nujiao Gang, he trained the new generation of strong men step by step, and the rising stars like Shangguan Ying and Qi Changzheng were barely able to watch...
But if the opponent is the Magician's Palace...it's still not enough!
Looking at Lang Fanyun's expression, Hao Jian said slowly: "I watched the sky at night and saw big stars in the west, with dim light. Uncle Lang, your Shangguan clan leader is probably in danger."
"Watching the celestial phenomena at night? It's really hard to find anywhere. It takes no effort to get here. Feng has been looking for you for two years, and you finally showed up!" Another cold voice came from outside the ruined temple.
Lang Fanyun was startled, "Brother Feng, long time no see! It's a coincidence that we said goodbye in Dongting and reunited here!"
Hao Jian was also startled, then smiled bitterly...
Okay, then he remembered that he had promised to fight Feng Han in Dongting Lake Mountain Residence, a year later.
As a result, after leaving Dongting Lake, Hao Jian devoted himself to enlightenment and cultivation and forgot about this matter!
One pigeon lasts three years!
Feng Han held the "Heavenly Soldier" sword and appeared at the door with an unkind expression on his face, staring at Hao Jian.
"Let me ask you, what is the most important thing when you come out to join the world?" Feng Leng said coldly.
Lang Fanyun also remembered it, and couldn't help but look at Hao Jian with a strange expression, "People in the world value integrity the most, Brother Hao... You have pissed off this 'left-hand sword'... I will tell you what's going on between you two."
No more participating…”
Hao Jian pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Since you asked, I will give you an answer! The most important thing when you come out to join the world is of course... come out!"
Feng Han's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he was almost stunned by Hao Jian's coquettish reply.
"Stop talking nonsense, show your sword! Fulfill your promise three years ago!" Feng Han said coldly, and slowly pulled out the long sword of the heavenly weapon in his hand.
This is also a precious blade, and together with the Rain-Converting Sword, the powerful red spear of two feet, the smeared Sanbaji, and the Flying Wing Sword of Yan Jing'an, the master of Cihang Prostitute Village, it is also known as the five major weapons in the world...
…
Well, Feng Han once used the "Heavenly Weapon" sword to cut wheat, and it was very efficient!
Hao Jian said with a smile: "Okay, let's fight once! However, I have a condition!"
"Why are you so busy!" Feng Han almost went crazy, "Speak quickly!"
"Let me ask you, were you born in summer or winter?" Hao Jian said with a smile.
Feng Han looked confused and said: "I was born in autumn, what's wrong?"
Hao Jian nodded, "Oh, that's it. I thought you were your mother's child..."
Feng Han completely went berserk and roared: "...Ah ah ah, shut up and draw your sword! Quick, now!"
With a "clang" sound, the box opened, and a bright red sword appeared in Hao Jian's palm, and his face turned red when it was reflected.
Feng Han saw it and couldn't help but praise: "What a sword!"
"Ah, I'm here." Hao Jian responded.
Feng Han: "..."
The temple suddenly became quiet.
Even Qian Hongqing, who had been standing quietly aside, could feel that the atmosphere in this small space was a little subtle.
This couldn't help but remind her of the night when Feng Han and Lang Fanyun fought. Looking back at it now, she found that they were so similar.
When masters compete, the most important thing is spiritual momentum.
Hao Jian and Feng Han had already released their respective auras in unison, their auras entangled and rising continuously.
The red sword shines with bright red light, crystal clear, and looks extremely magical.
Feng Han's "Heavenly Soldiers" lit up with white light, biting with ice.
Feeling the rising momentum of the two people, a hint of appreciation appeared in Lang Fanyun's eyes, "Feng Han is not discouraged in defeat. He has taken a big step in the past three years... As for Brother Hao, such an entry order I was very surprised..."
"If you don't want to disturb them, you'd better follow me outside the temple." Lang Fanyun glanced at Qian Hongqing and said calmly.
Qian Hongqing had been so overwhelmed by the momentum from both sides that he could hardly breathe. Hearing this, he nodded hurriedly and followed Lang Fanyun to the outside of the temple.
Hao Jian's heart was clear. He kept his mind inside and released his spirit outside. Combined with the results of desert enlightenment, everything around him was reflected in the lake of his heart. He didn't need to use his eyes to see, but everything was reflected in detail.
Even the flow of true energy around Feng Han's body and the flow of breath on the "Heavenly Soldier" sword can be clearly seen.
This is exactly the wonderful state of mind that Hao Jian realized by referring to Yan Fei's "Sun and Moon Litian Dafa". As always, he named it "Hao Mengfa". At this time, he used it to detect opponents, and the effect was remarkable.
Blades of sword energy suddenly appeared around Feng Han's body. They were invisible and material, cutting through the space, like an overlord in a sword.
"Take my knife!"
At the moment when his energy reached its peak, Feng Han shouted loudly and suddenly drew his sword.
Countless sword auras around him vibrated out, making his voice loud and distant, with a breathtaking effect.
Hao Jian's mind was shaken, and then he raised the red sword in his hand, feeling the distribution of the incoming sword energy, and stabbed out slowly but urgently.
This sword seemed random, as if it came at random, but it hit Feng Han's "Heavenly Weapon" sword just right.
There was a crisp sound of "ding", and the sound echoed in the ruined temple.
"Feng Daxia, it is disrespectful to come and go without reciprocating! You also take my sword!" Hao Jian shouted softly, the tip of the red sword drew an arc, and the red light jumped around, like the red sun on the sea. , full of the feeling of the rising sun, endless changes and brilliance.
The power of this sword was not obvious, it was ethereal and hard to describe, which made Feng Han feel helpless and unwilling to resist.
However, Feng Han was worthy of being a master of the Black List Sword Dao. He had spent the past three years painstakingly digesting the gains from his battle with Lang Fanyun. His mind sank to the bottom of the well, reflecting a crescent moon, reflecting the surrounding scene.
The heavenly soldiers slashed vertically from top to bottom, like a chain of swords, crossing the void. The crystal cold breath filled the temple, causing the surrounding temperature to drop suddenly.
"Old Feng, there is something..." Hao Jian's joking voice, the sword light spread across the void, making it illusive and unreal, making it difficult to tell the authenticity.
Feng Han had a bad feeling in his heart, and the moment he decisively returned his sword to protect himself, he heard the crisp sound of swords clashing.
The long sword of the heavenly soldier was bounced away, and the red sword advanced forward, turning in front of Feng Han's chest, and the red light disappeared.
In the temple, Hao Jian and Feng Han stood opposite each other.
Feng Han was silent for a moment, looking at the torn skirt of his chest, knowing that if Hao Jian had the intention to kill him, just a moment ago, his chest had been cut open by the red sword...
"I agree, Lao Feng! If you lose in my hands, you won't commit suicide in shame and anger, right?" Hao Jian said with a smile.
Feng Han's eyesight went dark and he was almost angry to death!
"I am living well, why should I commit suicide! So what if I fail? What I, Feng Han, am not afraid of most is failure, let alone leaving the shadow of failure in my heart, making it difficult to get out of it. On the contrary, Feng has been defeated and defeated repeatedly.
Fight again and again! You wait, three years later, Feng will come back and fight you again!" Feng Han said in a deep voice.
Hao Jian smiled and said: "With this toughness, I would like to call you a copper pea that cannot be beaten to death, hammered to flatten, or fried!"
"Copper Pea... Hahahaha, good, good, good, such a copper pea that can't be flattened by a hammer!" Feng Han suddenly let out a long laugh, put away his heavenly soldiers, strode out of the temple gate, and nodded to Lang Fanyun.
, within a few moments, it disappeared into the vast darkness of night.
After Feng Han left, Lang Fanyun was also worried about Shangguan Ying, so he rushed to Dongting Lake overnight.
…
Wuchang Mansion, Han Mansion.
Han Bai seemed to have forgotten the strange experience of that night and continued to be his servant of the Han family.
The gears of fate are turning slowly, and the wheels of history are rolling forward.
Han Bai is about to welcome the noble man who will change his life!
This afternoon, Han Bai was taking a walk in the mansion when he saw several horses parked outside the mansion. The carriages were extremely ornately decorated, indicating the unusual identity of their owners.
One of the gray-black horses looked ordinary, but he knew that among all the horses, this one was the best.
"Abo, why are you still here? You idiot, you have been running around all day without finding anyone! The eldest young master ordered us to come down, Ma Junsheng, Miss Ma Er and their friends will visit the arsenal later. Why don't you hurry up and get ready?"
The housekeeper of the Han family, who wished to remain anonymous, said in an angry voice.
Han Bai had also heard of Ma Junsheng, who was not only the young master of Majiapu, a martial arts family in Luoyang, but also the only remaining disciple of the "Wuxiang Monk" in Shaolin Temple.
He heard this person's name more than once from the young master and young ladies of the Han family, especially since several young ladies from the Han family secretly expressed their love for him...
"Why are you still standing there? Are you deaf or stupid?" The housekeeper couldn't help but shouted angrily when he saw Han Bai standing there blankly.
Han Bo trembled and hurriedly ran to the arsenal.
When you open the giant lock, you will see thousands of weapons collected by the Han family.
What he was most curious about was a thick-backed knife that was recently put into storage. It looked inconspicuous, but it gave him a strange feeling...
After a while, the eldest young master of the Han family came to the arsenal with a group of people.
A group of handsome men and beauties looked around and were all full of praise for the Han family's collection.
Among them, a peerless woman was ethereal and calm, and she naturally became the center of attention among the young people.
It is Qin Mengyao, the descendant of the generation of Cihang Prostitutes!
She is also the most accomplished among the descendants of Cihang Ji Zhai in the past generations. She even surpassed Shi Fei Xuan in the Tang Dynasty and cultivated the "Cihang Sword Code" to the "death level" level.
After appreciating a few exquisite pieces of the Han family, everyone felt a little disinterested and left together.
The Han brothers and sisters were waiting in front, Xie Qinglian walked behind, and Ma Junsheng walked side by side with Qin Mengyao at the end.
As Xie Qinglian walked, he still looked around at the weapons around the arsenal.
Suddenly, he stopped and his eyes fell on the thick-backed knife, "Huh?"
"What's wrong?" The Han brothers and sisters in front turned back in confusion.
"Nothing..." Xie Qinglian laughed forcefully and strode away.
Ma Junsheng followed Xie Qinglian's gaze, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he left calmly...