The Heavens: From Shooting the Eagle

Chapter 165 Broken Temple, Hao Jian VS Feng Han (for subscription)

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

The reputation of "Rain Overlapping Sword" Lang Fanyun no longer needs to be said.

Originally a strong man on the black list, the battle at Dongting Lake three years ago made him known as "the best swordsman in the world".

In front of such strong men, the black and white servants didn't even dare to fart, and left in a hurry.

As for the threat from Pang Ban, Lang Fanyun really doesn't care much...

Hao Jian said: Lang Fanyun doesn't care, so I don't care either!
While handling the weasel meat, Lang Fanyun smiled and said, "Brother Hao, I haven't seen you for three years, it's like being completely reborn."

In his perception, he could faintly perceive Hao Jian's inner breath as deep as the sea, even better than him.

This surprised Lang Fanyun!
Hao Jian pursed his lips and smiled, "It's okay! Let's not talk about this, Uncle Lang, the night is long, 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, I have nothing to do with gambling and drugs!"

Lang Fanyun's eyes widened, and he laughed dumbly and said, "My good fellow, you didn't mention anything about Huang? But, it's normal for a young man to be young."

Everyone laughed...

Hao Jian pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Once upon a time, a pig lost its way in the mountains and forests, and ran into the tiger's den in a panic. There was a tiger inside. After one night, the next day, the pig woke up and found ...The tiger actually died! Excuse me, why is this? Old monk Guangdu, you are not an expert, you answer first!"

The old monk Guangdu stroked his long beard, and asked in confusion: "Amitabha, under the prey of the weak, why did the tiger die?"

Hao Jian was noncommittal, "Uncle Lang, what do you think?"

Lang Fanyun instinctively felt that there was a pitfall in the words, but he couldn't figure out why, so he shook his head in confusion, "Why?"

"Lang Fanyun, master, don't you know... the pig is also wondering why?" Gan Hongqing smiled tremblingly.

Lang Fanyun: "???"

Guangdu: "???"

Sure enough, there is a pit, a big pit!
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."Lang Fanyun couldn't help cursing with a smile when he realized it.

He is open-minded by nature and not angry at all.

The old monk Guangdu snorted coldly, 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, come, eat meat, eat meat..."

Han Bai ate two fast meats and drank two big gulps of wine, and was the first to fall drunk to the ground.

Seeing this, Lang Fanyun put it on the horse, and the BMW of the Han family took Han Bai towards the city...

Later, Guangdu also took on Feng Xinglie, "Amitabha, the two benefactors, I am worried about the injury of the benefactor, so I will leave first."

Hao Jian smiled and said: "Old monk, didn't you say that wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha sits in his heart... such good wine and meat, don't you pass through the intestines?"

Guangdu: "..."

He couldn't bear it anymore, and disappeared into the dark night with Feng Xinglie on his back.

Lang Fanyun took another sip of wine, before he said: "Hao Jian, I see that you don't seem to like Guangdu or even Jingnian Temple?"

Hao Jian curled his lips and said, "I really don't like it!"

There is no need to hide this point!

Standing on the moral high ground and looking down at the world at every turn, opening and closing your mouth for the sake of "the common people in the world", are you doing something practical for the common people?
In addition to picking the emperor...

What else will you do?
Resisting foreign enemies is nowhere to be seen, and becomes active during internal fighting...

Lang Fanyun pondered for a while, and then said: "Since the black and white servants were born, their master, Pang Ban, must have come back out of the rivers and lakes... The demon king Gaidai who swept the world 20 years ago is bound to bring bloody storms again this time." ..."

He couldn't help feeling a little worried!
When a magician is born, the first to bear the brunt are the three major gangsters and even the entire underworld!

As one of the three major gangs, how could the Nujiao Gang be alone?

Although before he left the Nujiao Gang, he trained the new generation of strong men, and the rising stars like Shangguan Ying and Qi Changzheng could barely watch...

But if the opponent is the Mage Palace... it's still not enough!

Looking at Lang Fanyun's expression, Hao Jian said slowly: "I watched the sky at night, and saw a big star in the west like a bucket, and the light was dim. Uncle Lang, your Shangguan lord is probably in danger."

"Looking at the sky at night? It's really hard to find anywhere. It took no effort to get here. Feng has been looking for you for two years, and you finally appeared!" Outside the ruined temple, another voice full of coldness came.

Lang Fanyun was stunned, "Brother Feng, long time no see! Today is a coincidence, we will be reunited here after parting in Dongting!"

Hao Jian was also startled, and then smiled wryly...

Well, he just remembered that he had promised to fight Feng Han at the Dongting Lake Mountain Residence, and the time would be a year later.

As a result, after leaving Dongting Lake, Hao Jian devoted himself to enlightenment and cultivation, and forgot about it!

One pigeon is three years!
Holding the "Heavenly Soldier" sword, Feng Han appeared at the door with an unfriendly expression, staring at Hao Jian firmly.

"Let me ask you, what is the most important thing when you come out to mess around?" 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 Jianghu value faith the most, brother Hao... You have pissed off this 'left-handed knife'... I will take care of the two of you. Not participating anymore..."

Hao Jian pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Since you asked, I will give you an answer! When you come out to mess around, the most important thing is of course... Come out!"

The corners of Feng Han's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he was almost taken aback by Hao Jian's coquettish answer.

"Stop talking nonsense, show your sword! Fulfill the promise you made three years ago!" Feng Leng said indifferently, and slowly pulled out the Celestial Sword in his hand.

This is also a precious blade, together with Lang Fanyun's Overturning Rain Sword, Li Ruohai's Zhanger Red Spear, Pang Ban's Sanba Halberd, and Yan Jing'an's Flying Winged Sword, known as the Five Great Weapons of Jianghu... …

Well, Feng Han once used the "Heavenly Soldiers" sword to cut wheat, and the efficiency was so fast!

Hao Jian grinned and said, "Okay, let's fight every game! However, I have a condition!"

"Why do you have so many things!" Feng Han was going crazy, "Say it quickly!"

"Let me ask you, were you born in summer or winter?" Hao Jian laughed.

Feng Han said with a confused face: "I was born in autumn, what's wrong?"

Hao Jian nodded, "Oh, so, I thought you were born by your mother..."

Feng Han completely ran away, roaring angrily: "...Ahhh, shut up and draw your sword! Quick, right now!"

With a sound of "clang", the box opened, and a bright red sword appeared in Hao Jian's palm, and his face turned red when reflected.

Feng Han looked at it and couldn't help but praise: "Good sword!"

"Ah, I'm here." Hao Jian replied.

Feng Han: "..."

The temple suddenly fell silent.

Even Gan Hongqing, who has been quietly standing aside, can feel the subtle atmosphere in this small space.

This couldn't help but remind her of the night when Feng Han and Lang Fanyun fought against each other. Looking back at this moment, they were so similar.

In the competition between masters, the most important thing is the spiritual momentum.

Hao Jian and Feng Han have already unleashed their auras at the same time, their auras entangled and rising continuously.

The red sword shone bright red, crystal clear, and looked extraordinarily miraculous.

And Feng Han's "Heavenly Soldiers" lit up white, icy cold.

Sensing the aura of the two rising, Lang Fanyun's eyes showed a hint of admiration, "Feng Han is not discouraged after losing, and he has made a big step in the past three years... As for Brother Hao, such an entry has made him feel a lot better." I was amazed..."

"If you don't want to disturb them, you should walk out of the temple with me." Lang Fanyun glanced at Gan Hongqing and said calmly.

Gan Hongqing was almost out of breath by the momentum of both sides. Hearing this, he nodded hurriedly and followed Lang Fanyun to the outside of the temple.

Hao Jian's heart is clear, he guards his mind inside and releases his spirit outside. Combined with the achievements of enlightenment in the desert, everything around him is reflected in the lake of his heart. You don't need to look at it with your eyes, but everything is clearly visible.

Even the flow of true energy around Feng Han's body and the flow of breath on the "Heavenly Soldiers" sword can be clearly seen.

This is exactly Hao Jian's own wonderful state of mind that he realized by referring to Yan Fei's "Dafa of the Sun, Moon and Litian". He named it "Hao Mengfa" as always, and it was used to scout the opponent at this time, and the effect was remarkable.

Dao Qi suddenly appeared around Feng Han's body, invisible and qualitative, cutting the space, like the overlord of the sword.

"Pick me up!"

At the moment when the Qi mechanism climbed to the extreme, while Feng Han was shouting, he suddenly drew out his saber.

Countless sword qi oscillated around him, making his voice grand and lofty, with a breathtaking effect.

Hao Jian's mind was shocked, and he raised the red sword in his hand, feeling the distribution of the attacking saber energy, stabbing it out slowly and quickly.

This sword seemed random, as if it came at hand, but it hit Feng Han's "Heavenly Soldiers" sword just right.

There was a crisp sound of "ding", and the sound echoed in the ruined temple.

"Feng Daxia, it's not rude to come and go! Take my sword too!" Hao Jian drank lightly, and the tip of the red sword drew an arc, and the red light jumped like a red sun above the sea , full of the feeling of the rising sun, with endless changes and brilliance.

The power of this sword was not obvious, and it was indescribable, which made Feng Han feel helpless and unwilling to parry.

However, Feng Han is worthy of being a master of swordsmanship on the black list, and after three years of painstaking efforts to digest the gains from the battle with Lang Fanyun, his mind sank to the bottom of the well, reflecting a new moon and reflecting the surrounding scene.

The heavenly soldiers slashed straight and vertically from top to bottom, like a horse training, traversing the void, and the crystal cold breath filled the temple, causing the surrounding temperature to drop suddenly.

"Old Feng, there's something..." In Hao Jian's playful voice, the sword light spread all over the void, illusory and illusory, making it hard to tell the truth from the fake.

A bad feeling rose in Feng Han's heart, and the moment he decisively returned the knife to protect himself, he heard the crisp sound of the swords intersecting.

The Celestial Soldiers sword was bounced away, and the red sword moved forward, turning around Feng Han's chest, 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 cut skirt on his chest, he knew that if Hao Jian had the intention to kill him, his chest had already been cut open by the red sword just a moment ago...

"Concede, Lao Feng! You won't commit suicide in embarrassment if you lose to me, right?" Hao Jian said with a smile.

Feng Han's eyes darkened, and he almost died of anger!
"I'm living a good life. Why did I commit suicide? So what if I lose. I, Feng Han, am not afraid of failure. I won't leave the shadow of failure in my heart, and it's hard to get out. On the contrary, Feng has been defeated and defeated repeatedly. Repeated battles! Just wait, three years later, Feng will make a comeback and fight you again!" Feng Han said in a deep voice.

Hao Jian said with a smile: "With this tenacity, I would like to call you a copper pea that can't be beaten to death, hammered or fried!"

"Copper pea...hahahaha, good, good, good, what a copper pea that cannot be hammered!" Feng Han suddenly let out a long laugh, put away the heavenly soldiers, strode out of the temple gate, and nodded to Lang Fanyun , After a few moves, they disappeared into the vast night.

After Feng Han left, Lang Fanyun was also worried about Shangguan Ying, so he rushed to Dongting Lake overnight.

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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.

Han Bai is about to usher in a nobleman who will change his life!

This afternoon, Han Bai was taking a walk in the mansion when he saw several fine horses parked outside the mansion. The carriages were extremely ornately decorated, showing the unusual status of their owners.

One of the gray-black horses looked very ordinary, but he knew that among all the horses, this one was the best.

"Abo, what are you still doing here? You idiot, you can't find anyone all day long! The young master ordered that Ma Junsheng, Miss Ma and their friends will visit the arsenal later, why don't you hurry over and get ready?" No The housekeeper of the Han family, who wished to reveal his name, said in a vicious voice.

Han Bai had also heard about Ma Junsheng, he was not only the young master of the Luoyang martial arts family Majiabao, but also the only surviving disciple of the "Wuxiang Monk" in Shaolin Temple.

He heard this person's name more than once from the mouths of the young masters and misses of the Han family, especially the several young ladies of the Han family who secretly expressed their love for him...

"What are you still doing in a daze? Are you deaf or stupid?" Seeing Han Bai standing there blankly, the housekeeper couldn't help shouting angrily.

Han Bai shuddered and rushed all the way to the arsenal.

When the giant lock was opened, thousands of weapons in the Han family's collection came into view.

And what he is most curious about is a thick back knife that has recently been put into storage. It looks inconspicuous, but it gives him a strange feeling...

After a while, the young master of the Han family brought a group of people to the arsenal.

A group of handsome men and women looked around, and they were all full of praise for the Han family's collection.

Among them, a peerless woman is ethereal and calm, and naturally becomes the center of the group of young people.

It was Qin Mengyao, the descendant of Cihang's brothel generation!

She is also the one with the highest achievement among the successors of Cihang's brothel in the past, even surpassing the concubine Xuan of the Tang Dynasty, and has repaired the "Cihang Sword Manual" to the state of "deadly pass".

After appreciating a few pieces of the Han family's exquisite products, everyone lost their spirits and left together.

The brothers and sisters of the Han family waited in front, Xie Qinglian walked behind, and Ma Junsheng walked shoulder to shoulder with Qin Mengyao at the end.

While walking, Xie Qinglian still looked around at the weapons around the arsenal.

Suddenly he stopped, and his eyes fell on the thick back knife, "Huh?"

"What's wrong?" The brothers and sisters of the Han family in front looked back in doubt.

"It's nothing..." Xie Qinglian forced a laugh and strode away.

Ma Junsheng followed Xie Qinglian's gaze, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he left quietly...

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(End of this chapter)