The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

Clang! ! !

The Huolin sword was unsheathed, and with its supreme sharpness, wrapped in raging fire, it suddenly attacked the old man in charge.

The old man's expression remained the same, as if he had already thought of this scene, with a wave of his sleeve, a gust of wind was blown up, which turned the raging fire in one direction and rushed towards Duanlang!

Duanlang's pupils shrank, he didn't expect this old man to have such strength.

The figure retreated sharply, and Wen Chouchou at the side also changed his face, and hurriedly dodged to the side.

There was still that faint smile on the old man's face, he shook his robe sleeves, and put his hands behind his back, showing a high-spirited manner.

Jian Chen lost his voice and said, "Mr. Liu..."

The old man who was called Mr. Liu by Jian Chen glanced at Jian Chen, then walked towards the carriage, and said indifferently: "I also invite the ancestors of the royal family to show up and tell a story!"

In the carriage, Wuming squinted his eyes slightly. Even he never imagined that these people under him actually hid such strength!

Han Chen smiled and said, "Brother Wuming, it seems that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in your Zhonghua Pavilion!"

Wuming smiled wryly, cupped his hands, and said: "Mr. Han Chen, please forgive me, Wuming is really... really confused..."

Han Chen said with deep meaning: "It seems that that person noticed Brother Wuming earlier than Han!"

After finishing speaking, Han Chen happily got up and walked out of the carriage.

Looking at the old man in front of him, and those proud people not far away, Han Chen smiled and said, "That man, what can you tell me?"

Mr. Liu raised his eyebrows and said, "The patriarch of the royal family doesn't seem to be surprised. Could it be that he already knew the identity of the master?"

Han Chen said irrefutably: "Since that person has already made arrangements, Han can't be willing to stay behind!"

Mr. Liu took a deep breath, raised his hand, and out of the few people behind him, a young man stepped out.

The young man took out a token from his pocket and handed it to Mr. Liu.

Holding the token, Mr. Liu looked at Han Chen with a trace of fear.

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"My master arranged for us to enter the Zhonghua Pavilion for the sake of being anonymous. You must know why my master is doing this. This time, I did not hesitate to expose my identity. It was my master who instructed Liu to give this token to To Your Excellency, if you can find the place where the master is, I will give you a generous gift!"

With that said, Mr. Liu threw the token to Han Chen.

On the token, there are two huge ancient seal characters written impressively.

Tianmen!

Han Chen took the token, smiled lightly, and said, "What else, let's talk about it together, Han doesn't have so much time to waste on you!"

Mr. Liu's face changed, and a surge of anger welled up in his heart.

He suppressed that anger, and said: "There is one more thing, although it was not ordered by my master, Liu had to do it!"

groan! !

A green steel long sword appeared in the hands of Mr. Liu at some unknown time.

Between the lightning and flint, it suddenly stabbed at Han Chen's throat.

Han Chen didn't dodge or dodge, letting the long sword approach him.

Wuming behind him shouted violently, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place, stopping in front of Mr. Liu.

clang!

There was a loud bang, and the hero sword trembled a few times.

Tatata!

Mr. Liu snorted and took three steps back.

"It is indeed the master that the master looks at!"

In Wuming's eyes, there was a rare look of coldness and sternness.

"Who are you, if you don't tell me, you will die!"

Han Chen just stood there quietly, motionless and did not speak.

Because he knows Wuming's character too well, if he can still hold back not to make a move at this moment, then he is not Wuming.

Mr. Liu glanced at Han Chen, shook his numb hands, smiled coldly, and said, "Liu's mission has been completed, so there is no need to stay any longer. In the future, we will meet each other someday." !"

Whoosh!

Chapter 47: The Nameless Choice (3/3)

Inside the magnificent Zhonghua Pavilion, there was silence.

The hustle and bustle of the past is completely gone.

Wuming sat in front of a table in the middle of the hall, his face was full of bitterness.

"Unexpectedly, I was an unknown hero, and I would be played and applauded like this...-..."

He shook his head, then picked up the wine jug, and took a direct gulp.

Sitting opposite him, Han Chen's face remained unchanged, but he was wondering in his heart what kind of power the so-called Tianmen had developed.

In any case, there is no getting around a name.

God of God!

The strength of this person is self-evident, and most importantly, he has lived for 2000 years!

2000 years!

In the eyes of ordinary people, those who can live for hundreds of years are already living gods. However, at the level of Sword Master, Xiongba, and Wuming, they are not extraordinary figures who have practiced for a hundred years. After all, they are all beyond ordinary people. , A strong man who has achieved the realm of immortality.

Xiongba, who has the lowest cultivation base, also has the cultivation base of the early stage of transformation.

But in 2000, this was something they didn't even dare to think about!

Who knows how much capital he will accumulate in 2000 years, and how profound his skills will be. Even Han Chen himself is not sure what realm Di Shitian is.

While meditating, Han Chen took a light sip while holding the wine glass.

Seeing his pensive appearance, a trace of curiosity flashed in Wuming's eyes, but he calmed down instead.

rub!

He stood up suddenly, stared straight at Han Chen, and said, "Please ask Mr. Han Chen to clarify, Wuming doesn't want to live under this huge shadow forever!"

Han Chen looked up at Wuming, and after a long time, he opened his mouth to utter a word.

"dragon!"

Wuming's pupils shrank, and he said in a deep voice: "Mr. Han Chen means that the mysterious man arranged many strong men in the Zhonghua Pavilion just to let me help him capture the dragon among the four holy beasts." ?”

Han Chen nodded and said, "That's right, if you want to get a dragon, you must gather seven powerful warriors and seven kinds of shocking weapons. One of the best candidates!"

Wuming's face was a little cloudy and uncertain. He didn't know what he thought of. He sat down slowly, poured a glass of wine for Han Chen with his own hands, and said, "Mr. Han Chen also knows that I am Wuming. Just don't hide it!"

Han Chen smiled faintly, took out the token, and put it on the table.

Wuming raised his eyebrows, his voice seemed a little hurried.

"What does it mean?"

Han Chen lightly rubbed the lines on the token, the two huge seal characters were written in an ancient style, with a three-point overbearing in the ethereal.

"Perhaps, you can take this token and go to Tianmen to have a look!"

"This……."

Nameless hesitated.

A person who can arrange so many strong people in the dark without even realizing it must be a terrifying existence whose strength far surpasses his own.

Han Chen gave Wuming a reassuring look, and the smile on his face didn't fade at all.

"Even if you go to Tianmen, he will not do it himself. After all, he has seen through the world for so many years in the game world. He will not wait until the moment when the seven warriors are gathered together, and the moment when the dragon appears. You may reveal your identity!"

Wuming wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Han Chen waving his hand.

"The most important thing is that even if he plans to be born, he won't do anything to you. Maybe those strong people are arranged by that person to protect you!"

Saying that, Han Chen took a deep look at Wuming.

Han Chen's gaze made Wuming's heart tremble, and a chill rose inexplicably.

The Wuming at this moment is extremely certain that Han Chen knows all the secrets, or in other words, he himself is a character similar to that mysterious person.

No wonder, from beginning to end, no one could see through his thoughts.

After being silent for a while, Wuming picked up the token, examined it carefully, and said, "Then... will I go to this Tianmen for a while?"

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In his tone, there was less suspicion and confidence, and more respect and caution.

Han Chen got up happily, walked to the door, looked up at the gradually darkening sky, and the increasingly clear moon, and said, "There are always some unimaginable things in this world, maybe, a certain A person who passes by you will change your life, sometimes it will kill your life, sometimes it is your good luck, whether it is good or bad, you have to get to the bottom of it , otherwise, even if you become number one in the world, you are just a poor fool!"

After speaking, he slowly turned his head, his eyes became extremely sharp.

"So, now you have to make a choice, whether you plan to use your life to fight for good fortune, or live your life in a daze!"

Wuming's face changed, and the hand that was holding the flagon was frozen in front of him, motionless!

boom!

The wine jug slipped from his hand, fell to the ground, broke into pieces, splashed around, and the stirred up wine wetted the corner of Wuming's clothes.

Immediately, an incomparably majestic momentum suddenly enveloped Wuming firmly in it.

At this moment, the world in Wuming's eyes was eclipsed. In the world, there was only a white-clothed figure and those eyes that didn't have any emotion left.

Subconsciously, Wuming wanted to rely on his own aura to contend with it, but he was shocked to find that his body was completely out of his control!

In the hall, Jian Chen was dripping with cold sweat and bowed his head in silence.

Duan Lang was full of reverence, holding the Fire Lin sword tightly.

Kong Ci's face was indifferent, and he didn't care about this situation.