The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

Han Chen put down the teacup, the shopkeeper stepped forward, filled it up for him, and looked at Wuming again...

Wuming handed over the teacup and said, "Thank you!"

Seeing under the light, the green tea with a little bit of dim light pouring slowly, the two looked at each other, and for some reason, they smiled a little at the same time.

"Tomorrow morning, Han will go to Wushuang City!"

"Then, Wuming must follow!"

"Goodbye!"

"Goodbye!"

After finishing speaking, Wuming drank the tea in the cup again, cupped his hands, and walked out.

When meeting for the first time, there are only two or three cups of tea and only two or three sentences.

But both Duanlang and the shopkeeper could tell that the two had reached an agreement on a certain matter or their attitude towards a certain person.

Tomorrow's Wushuang City, there must be some storms!

......

The next morning!

The spring breeze accompanies the rain, moistening things like crisps, bringing a bit of poetry to this peaceful small town.

Three majestic dragon colts, pulling a large carriage, slowly drove out of the city.

In some corners of the small town, mysterious people who have been squatting here for an unknown amount of time are watching from all directions.

After seeing clearly the direction of the carriage, they all used secret means to pass on the news.

Everyone understands that this old ancestor of the royal family who has just entered the world, and the martial arts myth who has lived in seclusion for many years and has never appeared before going to Wushuang City must not be visiting the Sword Master.

Soon, the news was sent to the major forces.

When the masters of those forces received the news, they were silent and stunned, and some people, with the mentality of sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, did not make any reaction.

boom! !

Ao Ri, the owner of Baijian Villa, shattered the table in front of him with one palm, and mobilized hundreds of killers.

Xiongba of the Tianxiahui, after a long silence, dispatched Fengyun again to Wushuang City.

Chapter 28: Shi Wuzun (3/3)

Twenty miles, to the dragon colt, is just a short distance.

However, under Han Chen's order, Duanlang controlled the dragon colt and walked very slowly.

tata tao...

The dragon colt took small steps, raised its head and neighed a few times from time to time, looking extraordinarily leisurely.

In the spacious carriage, Han Chen closed his eyes slightly, and leaned half on the low table, while Wuming sat opposite him, sitting upright.

Looking at Han Chen's appearance, a trace of doubt flashed in Wuming's eyes.

In his eyes, everyone in swordsmanship should look upright. Moreover, the person in front of him has been in seclusion for a hundred years and his cultivation is so profound. He must be a senior who has seen through the world of mortals.

Why, now it looks like a bit cynical?

He is used to judging everything by his cultivation level, and he doesn't know that Han Chen's real age is probably a few years younger than Jian Chen's.

After a moment of silence, Wuming said: "Since Brother Han Chen has already met with the Sword Master, he must have seen how powerful he is..."

Han Chen opened his slightly closed eyes. In his eyes, he looked at Wuming with some deep meaning, and said, "How can a mere person in the middle stage of metamorphosis be able to enter your eyes?"

Seemingly sensing something different in Han Chen's gaze, Wuming sighed first, and then said: "To tell you the truth, Brother Han Chen, Wuming was seriously injured more than ten years ago. Above the Sword Master, but if there is a real competition, I am afraid that the victory or defeat is still in the number of five or five!"

Han Chen slowly sat up straight, looked at Wuming with great interest, and said, "If you tell Han about your injury, you won't be afraid that Han will take the opportunity to make a move? Your reputation as a martial arts myth has been coveted by many people for a long time. ..."

Nameless smiled faintly, and spit out a few words lightly.

"you will not!"

Han Chen became more interested. He picked up the teacup from the incense burner on the low table and said, "How do you know I can't?"

"If you plan to attack me, then you will not only bury a sword intent in Jian Chen's body, if not, how could Jian Chen have life?"

Hearing Wuming's words, Han Chen nodded in satisfaction.

This person in front of him deserves to be called a martial arts myth.

Under this name, it contains not only a formidable strength, but also a pair of eyes that can see through (b) people's hearts, and extreme wisdom.

Han Chen smiled, leaned halfway on the low table again, took a sip of the fragrant tea, put down the teacup, and said, "That's right, now, Mr. Han really won't fight with you, this trip to Wushuang City, not for In addition, it is just to use the method of Dugu Sword to heal your injury, and then it will be the real opportunity for you and me to fight!"

After finishing speaking, Han Chen slightly closed his eyes again.

On Wuming's face, a trace of surprise and a touch of solemnity flashed across.

However, it was well concealed by him.

He took a deep look at Han Chen, stopped talking, and closed his eyes, to recuperate his energy and prepare for the upcoming battle!

Departing early in the morning, the distance of twenty miles took a full morning.

When the sun came overhead, the carriage stopped at the foot of Wushuang City.

Law!

The three dragon colts neighed, seemed a little restless, kicked back and forth two steps, and then calmed down under Duan Lang's comfort.

Whoa!

Just as the carriage stopped, thousands of armored soldiers suddenly poured out from Wushuang City.

They all took strides, their military appearances were neat, and their faces were stern. Seeing the people around the gate of Wushuang City, they were in an uproar, thinking that something serious happened in Wushuang City.

Thousands of sergeants were divided into two teams and surrounded the carriage in the center, forming a long corridor.

"salute!"

A shout came from the mouth of the leading general.

brush!

Thousands of sergeants knelt on one knee and shouted: "See the ancestors of the royal family!"

The voice is like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring, it is really amazing.

The spectators around were still talking about it before, but now they were even more shocked when they heard the identity of the person in the carriage.

The grandfather of the royal family!

The news of the royal patriarch's exit has spread all over the world, and what shocked the world even more was the banquet after the royal patriarch's exit.

During that banquet, Aotian, the young owner of Sword Worship Villa, was decapitated, and Duguming, the young owner of Wushuang City, died tragically at the hands of Duanlang.

Looking at it now, who is the person driving the car, if not Duanlang?

The patriarch of the royal family dared to come to Wushuang City in person, wouldn't he be afraid of Wushuang City's revenge?

Some smart people, with their eyes flashing, hurried back home, packed their bags, took their families, left Wushuang City, and went to other places to avoid the upcoming war.

Duanlang looked around and said to Han Chen in the carriage, "Master..."

Han Chen looked at Wuming and said with a smile, "Brother Wuming? Dugu Sword is here for you, it's a show of authority!"

Wuming smiled happily, didn't say much, stood up first, opened the curtain of the car, and walked outside.

Wuming has lived in seclusion for many years, and few ordinary people know him.

However, the people in Wushuang City are different.

In fact, since the Juggernaut lost to Wuming many years ago, this face has been imprinted in the hearts of almost every Wushuang City disciple.

Because of this person, the myth of invincibility in their hearts was shattered!

"Who is this person?"

"It seems that he is also a master!"

"Could it be that he is a powerful member of the royal family?"

The people's discussion became louder and louder. The general who commanded thousands of disciples of Wushuang City looked around with cold eyes, and the people immediately became quiet.

The general took off the golden helmet on his head, but he turned out to be a strong middle-aged monk!

Monk Zhuang took a deep breath, although he didn't kneel on one knee like others did, but he slightly bowed his body and cupped his hands, and said to Wuming: "Shi Wuzun didn't know Mr. Wuming was here in person, please forgive me if he is negligent!"

Wuming nodded towards Shi Wuzun, as a return of the courtesy, and then turned to look at the carriage.

Chapter 29: Tensions (1/3)

Tread...

A 20-year-old young man stepped down from the carriage, and Duanlang gave the reins of the Dragon Colt to a disciple of Wushuang City with a blank expression.

"This..."

Looking at Han Chen, Shi Wuzun was slightly taken aback, and couldn't believe his eyes.

According to the rumors, isn't it said that the ancestor of the royal family has been in seclusion for a hundred years?

Why does it look like a young man?

Is there really a way to maintain beauty in the world?

Han Chen also turned his gaze to Shi Wuzun.

Shi Wuzun hurriedly lowered his head, and said respectfully: "Junior Shi Wuzun, see the ancestors of the royal family!"

Han Chen still knows a lot about Shi Wuzun.

It can be said that Shi Wuzun, as the protector of Wushuang City, is the only one who is loyal to Wushuang City.

In the world without himself, Shi Wuzun was killed by Xiong Ba in order to avenge Wushuang City in the end, and died heroically.

"Six layers of mythology..." Han Chen spit out a few words lightly.

Shi Wuzun's head lowered even lower, and his appearance became more respectful.