Outlaw

Tonight's sunset is particularly scarlet.

There was no wind in the air, and it was suffocatingly dull.

Xiao Beichen was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the sunset in the sky, lost in thought.

Han Yuchen, on the other hand, drove very fast.

I ignored the red lights all the way and was so anxious.

Xiao Beichen felt a little uncomfortable from being jolted around: "Are you in such a hurry?"

Han Yuchen gritted his teeth: "My father and Han Mo are about to fight. The people who take over the Zhenwu Academy from the Xiongwei Dojo are coming soon, and it is said that the leaders are the Iga heroes. The situation is very critical."

Iga duo?

Xiao Beichen couldn't help but laugh.

Han Yuchen was a little speechless: "Mr. Xiao, the matter is very serious. Can you still laugh?"

"My dad insisted on throwing a celebration banquet for you despite all opinions. He was under tremendous pressure."

Xiao Beichen picked up the duffel bag, unzipped it and said, "I'll show you something. Don't be nervous and drive carefully."

Zip open.

Two human heads are revealed.

"This is...the two heroes of Iga?!!!"

Han Yuchen screamed in shock and couldn't hold the steering wheel steadily...

Xiao Beichen then closed the zipper and said softly: "That's right. It's the two heroes of Iga!"

Swish!

Han Yuchen was stunned, looking at Xiao Beichen as if he were looking at a devil.

The two majestic Iga heroes, whose combined explosive power rivals the peak of the Eight Stars.

He was actually beheaded by Xiao Beichen? !

Horror!

At this moment, Han Mo is still leading most of the masters of the Zhenwu Academy to write blood letters of surrender and allegiance, waiting for the two heroes of Iga to take over...

This... is simply a huge irony.

After a while, Han Yuchen slowly regained his composure and said: "Sir, it's really a good trick. I'm convinced. If Han Mo sees these two heads, I don't know what he will think."

"But... the two heroes of Iga are just ants in front of Ye Qianxiong. Even an eight-star Dzogchen master like Han Mo was crushed by Ye Qianxiong with one finger. It can be seen that Ye Qianxiong's strength is at least Entering the realm of Nine Stars. Aren't you worried that Ye Qianxiong will take action against you?"

Xiao Beichen put away his duffel bag, looked up and looked out of the car, and murmured: "Whether it is Ye Qianxiong or the Nine-Star Grandmaster, they are just ants in front of me!"

Han Yuchen was doubtful, but didn't ask any more questions.

Do you regard Ye Qianxiong as an ant?

That's too arrogant.

Her reason told her that Xiao Beichen was too frivolous and ignorant. But she clearly felt that Xiao Beichen was unfathomable, and deep down she felt that Xiao Beichen might really have some hidden tricks...

……

Zhenwuyuan.

It was almost chaos at the moment.

Hundreds of masters from Zhenwu Academy were divided into two groups on the square outside the main hall.

Han Beichuan's faction was followed by about thirty people.

Han Mo's group was followed by about seventy people. Has an overwhelming advantage.

Han Beichuan ordered the venue for the celebration banquet to be arranged again and again. Red banners were pulled up, red carpets were rolled out, tables were set up, and delicious food was served.

And Han Mo's people caused destruction again and again. Replace it with a white strip of cloth, a flag of surrender.

The two colors of red and white alternated many times in Zhenwuyuan Square...

Both sides are in a stalemate.

Finally, Han Mo couldn't stand it anymore and became furious: "Han Beichuan, what time has it been? Can you use your brain? I, an eight-star Dzogchen master, can't stand up to one finger of Ye Qianxiong. Surrender. Surrendering to the Xiongwei Dojo and accepting the surrender of the Iga heroes is our only way to survive in Zhenwuyuan!"

"At this time, you are throwing a celebration banquet for me? You are also inviting Xiao Beichen to join Zhenwu Academy as the honorary dean. Isn't this offending Xiongwei Dojo? When Ye Qianxiong bursts into raging rage, who can resist it? The whole audience Everyone will be killed by you!"

Han Beichuan argued with reason at this moment: "Han Mo, do you think we should be afraid of death? You and I are the leaders of Zhonghai Zhenwu Academy! We represent the face of Zhonghai Martial Arts. We also represent the pride of Daxia!"

"Ever since we put on this jersey, we have been destined to fight for Zhonghai Martial Arts. How can we back down? How can we be afraid of death?"

"Once we surrender, we will immediately become the laughing stock of the entire Zhonghai Martial Arts, and even the entire Pingjiang Province. We will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history forever. Our descendants will not be able to hold their heads up!"

The voice is as loud as a bell, and every word is precious.

Han Mo snorted coldly: "What do you know? This is called enduring humiliation and bearing a heavy burden! Han Xin even suffered humiliation on his crotch. What does it mean for us to suffer this humiliation?!"

Han Xiao stood up at this moment, with a righteous look on his face: "Han Beichuan, what qualifications do you have to speak against my father? Back then, my father climbed to the top of Lingyan Mountain alone to fight Ye Qianxiong. Isn't this fighting for Zhonghai Martial Arts? At that time, you What are you doing again?"

"I'm just a turtle with my head down. I know I'm here. If you have the ability, go and fight Ye Qianxiong!"

Han Beichuan was furious: "I know I am not Ye Qianxiong's opponent. But since Xiao Beichen has served as the honorary president of our Zhenwu Academy. Today, our Zhenwu Academy has made such a big decision. We should wait for Xiao Beichen to come and discuss it." Decide later.”

"Nonsense!" Han Mo roared: "I can't even touch a finger of Ye Qianxiong, and Xiao Beichen can't even touch a hair of Ye Qianxiong. What qualifications do you have to dictate the affairs of my Zhenwu Academy?"

"What qualifications does he have to be the honorary president of our Zhenwu Academy?!"

Just then, a loud voice came from outside the door.

"Oh? Am I not qualified?"

But it was Xiao Beichen who walked in with Han Yuchen.

Swish!

Han Xiao took one step forward and stared at Xiao Beichen indifferently: "Xiao Beichen, today's celebration banquet has been cancelled. Your appointment as the honorary president of our Zhenwu Academy is even more ridiculous."

"We have important matters in our Zhenwu Academy today, and you are not welcome. Leave immediately!"

"Is it important?" Xiao Beichen sat directly in the chief position and snorted: "What you call important is to surrender to Xiongwei Dojo and declare allegiance?"

Han Xiao was extremely angry: "What does my work in Zhenwu Academy have to do with you?"

Swish!

Xiao Beichen took out the letter of appointment and threw it directly on Han Xiao's head: "I am the honorary dean of Zhenwu Academy, so this matter naturally has something to do with me."

Click!

Han Mo tore the appointment letter into pieces and threw it over his head: "I am the founder of Zhonghai Zhenwu Academy. You, the dean, I don't agree with it. Now that the appointment letter is gone, you can get out!"

Xiao Beichen's eyes narrowed: "You were slapped in the face by Donghai Ye Qianxiong on the top of Lingyan Mountain. Why don't you go to Donghai people to vent your anger on your own people?"

"You alone are worthy of standing on the territory of the Zhenwu Academy? What qualifications do you have to represent Zhonghai Martial Arts?!"

Han Mo was so angry that he said, "I am not qualified to represent Zhonghai. Are you qualified to represent Zhonghai?"

Xiao Beichen took another sip of wine: "That's right, I, Xiao Beichen, am qualified to represent the martial arts of the sea!"

"Arrogant! Today, I will use your head to give it to Xiongwei Dojo as a certificate of surrender!" Han Mo yelled, preparing to take action.

At this moment, there was a heavy sound of footsteps outside the door.

More than a dozen East China Sea warriors filed in.

The leader is an old man with white hair.

Standing [-] meters tall, he is very short. He wears Tang suit canvas shoes, but he gives people the feeling that he cannot be underestimated.

Seeing this person, Han Mo took a breath of air, immediately stepped forward, and knelt on the ground respectfully: "Lord Iga, how can I help you?"

Han Xiao kowtowed: "Han Xiao, I have met Lord Iga!"

The seventy Zhenwuyuan masters who followed behind him all knelt down and bowed their heads, groveling.

Han Beichuan gasped, his face pale and his expression trembling.

Xiao Beichen asked curiously: "Han Beichuan, who is this person?"

Han Beichuan came over and explained softly: "The lord of Iga Land. He is the absolute boss of the three jonin families who unified Iga Land. Even the two heroes of Iga and Teng Linying must treat him with respect. Before this, this person has been in Iga Land. He lives in seclusion. He has never set foot in Daxia. But he has a great reputation. I don’t want to be called over by Ye Qianxiong this time. It seems that Ye Qianxiong’s ambitions are much greater when he comes to Zhonghai this time than twenty years ago.”

Xiao Beichen said slightly: "Is it very strong?"

Han Beichuan said: "Twenty years ago, when Ye Qianxiong stepped into the land of Iga, he was opposed by this person. Later, he was defeated by Ye Qianxiong and lived in seclusion. This was the rise of Teng Linying. It is said that this person and Ye Qianxiong fought for thirty rounds, which was very impressive."

Xiao Beichen nodded and stopped talking.

At this time, Lord Iga glanced at the more than seventy masters of Zhenwuyuan who were kneeling on the ground, and snorted with contempt: "Zhonghai Zhenwuyuan is nothing more than this. If you can't defeat it, surrender, what a pig! Although Daxia Dingguo's four It has been more than ten years, but the nature of the bitch has not changed."

Faced with such ridicule, Han Mo did not show any displeasure. Instead, he put on a smile and said, "Lord Iga taught me this lesson. I, Han Mo, only want a way to survive. I am willing to serve the Lord."

"It's just...didn't we agree that the two heroes of Iga will take over our Zhenwu Academy today? Why did I alert you?"

Lord Iga snorted: "The two heroes of Iga went to Medicine Valley and cannot be contacted for the time being. I guess the signal there is not good. I have to come here in person."

Han Mo said no more, and presented the Zhenwuyuan's seal and allegiance letter with both hands: "All of us, Zhenwuyuan, are willing to be the lackeys of Lord Iga. Please accept the villain's surrender."

Han Mo and the seventy martial arts masters behind him all followed suit and kowtowed to surrender!

"Please, Lord, accept our surrender!!!"

Swish!

Lord Iga did not stretch out his hand, but glanced at Xiao Beichen, Han Beichuan and more than [-] people who did not kneel down, with a cold look in his eyes: "Han Mo, it seems that there are still people in your Zhenwu Academy who are dissatisfied with my Xiongwei Dojo. "

"I'm not satisfied with this surrender ceremony!"

Han Mo immediately turned around and scolded Han Beichuan: "Han Beichuan, why are you still dazed? Kneel down and ask the lord to surrender!! Otherwise, you will all die!"

Han Beichuan was indifferent. Only standing behind Xiao Beichen. That determined look clearly carried a determination to die.

Lord Iga smiled: "Han Mo. Didn't you just want to submit a surrender letter to me? Just in time, let's use the heads of these thirty people as a surrender letter. In this way, I will accept the surrender of your Zhenwu Academy."

"Yes, Lord. Please wait a moment. I will solve the internal problems of our Zhenwu Academy!" Han Mo kowtowed three times before straightening up.

He held a long knife and glared at Han Beichuan and the others: "Han Beichuan, you and I are brothers. I intend to give you a way to survive, but you don't know how to cherish it. Since you believe so much that Xiao Beichen can be the master of my Zhenwu Academy. I have no choice but to send you on your way."

call out!

The long sword was taken out and slashed with one strike.

The inner energy is soaring and overwhelming.

The peerless inner strength of the Eight-Star Dzogchen is undoubtedly revealed.

Han Beichuan did not hesitate and struck with his sword.

boom!

The long sword broke, and the sword light swept across, directly on Han Beichuan's neck.

Making judgments between superiors and inferiors is not on the same level at all.

Han Mo roared: "Han Beichuan, you are the person I trained. You will not be my opponent if you practice for ten more years. Now you are almost dead, and where is Xiao Beichen who you rely on? He is just watching, shrinking his head Where’s the turtle?”

"Do you regret choosing Xiao Beichen?"

Han Beichuan seemed very calm at the moment and sighed: "It is impossible for me to kneel down for the people of Donghai. I would rather die than kneel down! If you want to kill me, just do it. I have nothing to regret!"

Han Mo didn't understand: "Why don't you regret it?! Because you chose Xiao Beichen, you sacrificed your life. Is it worth it?"

Han Beichuan gritted his teeth: "Because he is Xiao Beichen, the young marshal of the Xiao family of Longshan. Without the Xiao family of Longshan, how could there be peace in the eighteen provinces of Huaidong? This alone is enough for me to choose him."

"Pedant, you are stupid because of reading. Since I can't talk to you, I have no choice but to send you to heaven! When a person dies, there is nothing." Han Mo was furious, raised his knife and chopped it off.

when!

There was a sound of metal colliding.

At the critical moment, Xiao Beichen suddenly appeared in front of Han Beichuan and clamped the blade between the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

"A mere eight-star Dzogchen, how dare you be so presumptuous in front of me?!"

The moment he finished speaking, Xiao Beichen flicked his finger on the blade.

hum!

There was a metallic buzz.

Countless cracks suddenly appeared on the blade's surface, and finally it turned into fragments and fell to the ground.

Han Mo was shocked and quickly distanced himself ten steps away.

The long knife made of fine steel has followed him in battles for more than ten years. The existence that even I couldn't break... was shattered by Xiao Beichen's finger?

Han Mo was shocked and angry: "Xiao Beichen, do you want to be the enemy of our Zhenwu Academy?"

Swish!

Xiao Beichen threw the duffel bag to the ground, and two heads rolled out.

Iga duo!

The audience was shocked!

Xiao Beichen stood with his hands behind his hands: "Han Mo, this is my gift to you. It's not that the mobile phone signal of the Yiga Shuangxiong is not good, but I cut off my head and I can't answer the phone..."

"A mere town martial arts academy is worthy of being my enemy?"