martial arts mythology system

Chapter 103 The Old Man
Han Feng was extremely surprised by what this mysterious old man said. Although he had already estimated the hidden undercurrent, it was still hard to fathom what the old man who claimed to be the master of the Hanging Sword Division said.

"what do you mean?"

"It's him! That's right, it's him!"

The old man suddenly pointed frantically behind Han Feng.

It seems... who is standing behind Han Feng!
I broke out in a cold sweat, especially in this situation.

Han Feng turned his head subconsciously, but he didn't see anyone.

Damn... this old man's mind is probably extremely abnormal.

Just as this idea rose from Han Feng's mind, an inexplicable suction force made Han Feng lift off the ground.

Struggling with all his strength, he was like a mayfly shaking a tree in front of the powerful strength of this old man...

As soon as the old man raised his hand, Han Feng had already appeared in front of him.

Han Feng sank and sat in front of the old man.

He held his breath and didn't even dare to move.

Bitterness... Originally, I relied on [Wuyue Jinyundou], a magic weapon of magic weapon level, to protect myself, so I could run away if I ran into someone who couldn't beat it.

In the end, it was against the sword master-level masked man first, and now an old lunatic at the division master level...

However, after the old man drew Han Feng in front of him, he seemed to have regained his senses. His eyes were like abysses and distant stars, and he looked at Han Feng with an unfathomable expression.

Han Feng also had the opportunity to take a closer look at the old man.

Although he was sloppy, his facial features showed that he was handsome and handsome when he was young. He was tall and burly, with slender fingers, but there was a terrible tear on his wrist.

These wounds are all near the chains of the comfortable hands, and they should be caused by the backlash of the imprisonment formation due to the use of power just now, but the old man didn't realize it.

Returning to normal again, the old man looked at Han Feng indifferently:

"Your qualifications may inherit my mantle."

Han Feng couldn't help being a little moved when he heard this. This old man is close to an innate existence just from the breath... That is an existence that can really compete with gods and demons... But the problem is that this old man is imprisoned here, obviously someone For this reason, if the person who imprisoned him finds out about this... can he please himself?

What's more, judging from these words...the person who imprisoned him is very likely to be the current head of the Xuanjian Division—Jun Huaixu.

Before Han Feng could continue to struggle, the old man had already put his hands on Han Feng's shoulders.

"I am no longer able to pass on your unique knowledge. I can only give you three marks to protect your life, and a spiritual light to lay the foundation of martial arts. In the future, the road will be long, and you will be alone."

Han Feng only felt that his shoulders were hot, and he felt that there was an extra force in his body that did not belong to him.

With so many thoughts, I couldn't figure out what was going on in the old man's mind.

"Senior passed on my aura of martial arts and gave me kindness, is it just to let me save the situation of Xuanjian Division for you?"

The old man sighed in amazement, his clothes were torn, and his deep eyes were more sober than anyone else: "Ha, this Xuan Jiansi, naturally someone will protect him, you, just walk your way well."

The old man's words were confusing and contradictory, so Han Feng couldn't grasp it at all, and it was also difficult to understand his meaning, and he couldn't tell which sentence was true and which sentence was false.

I can only keep silent and watch the changes.

However, the old man only kept awake for a moment, and then went mad again. He looked at Han Feng suspiciously, and asked with a low growl:

"You want to harm me... Do you want to harm me? Disciple! It's you who want to harm me, right!"

Han Feng couldn't grasp the old man's current state, and then stood up and backed away again and again, while trying to comfort him:
"Senior, I will not harm you, please calm down!"

"No! Absolutely not! You just want to harm me, you want to be the director, right?"

The old man raised his palm to attack Han Feng. The black chains continuously absorbed energy from the golden wall to restrict the old man's movements, but they couldn't stop the old man's madness.

It just made his arms more innovative...

The palm of the old man erupted with terrifying power like a river and sea, and under this palm, even a mountain would be turned into flying ash.

Facing this palm, Han Feng suddenly felt a surge of peerless internal force from the shoulder that the old man had just slapped.

Zhaoxia, Zhengyang, Feiquan, Hangzhang, and the energy of heaven and earth emerged from Han Feng's shoulders.

The six-color aura protects Han Feng from harm, and he is only dressed in white.

I have suffered enough frights today, Han Feng is a little numb to the almost life-threatening palm...

In order to kill and protect, Han Feng did not want to know the old man's purpose.

And the old man is still mad:

"I don't believe it! Unless...you show me your heart!"

He watched as his eyes burst into brilliant golden light amidst a low growl.

In the golden light, Han Feng only felt that his whole body was stripped away, completely exposing his inner world.

Han Feng endured the severe mental pain and half knelt on the ground.

Misty and chaotic.

The spirit of the old man broke into Han Feng's sea of ​​consciousness in a rough and arrogant manner.

The old man in torn clothes walked barefoot into the barren land that symbolized Han Feng's consciousness.

"Let me see...your heart..."

The old man murmured in a low voice, walking on the barren land.

"How could someone... the spiritual world is barren!?"

The old man's spirit is sometimes normal, sometimes crazy, walking on the barren spiritual land, sighing in amazement.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he suddenly raised his head.

A grand and vast golden light enveloped the entire star dome.

The magnificent and dreamy galaxy stretches across the barren spiritual land.

In the center of the star dome, a huge divine body surrounded by brilliant divine light stood.

The crown is sacred and the treasure is solemn, but there is a hint of treachery and evil in the golden light.

Holding the arm empty seems to hold supreme authority, and the power of gods and demons is deeply embedded in it... This is the supreme god of salvation enshrined in Tianli Sect, and the world-destroying demon feared by the world-the old mother of lifeless!

Wusheng Old Mother's huge divine body seemed to sense the old man's gaze when he raised his head, and lowered his eyes.

The direct gaze of the god made the old man, who was already insane, feel instinctive fear.

The entire spiritual world shattered like a falling mirror.

……

Han Feng knelt down, struggling to breathe, his entire clothes were wet with sweat.

And the old man with golden eyes suddenly let out a muffled groan, his breath suddenly became sluggish, and two lines of blood and tears were left in his eyes.

Perhaps because of the thought of fighting poison with poison, the old man with tears and blood was sober as never before. With his eyes closed, he spoke weakly:
"Very good...really good..."

Han Feng was a little puzzled about what happened, but felt that the image of Wu Sheng's old mother seemed to flash in his mind again...

Since the future body planted the demon seed on this old woman, it seems that this is the second time that I have unconsciously borrowed him to protect my spiritual world... I am also really powerful...

I don't know if this counts as eating the soft food of the evil god...

"Senior, are you awake?"

Han Feng asked tentatively.

The old man actually smiled happily:
"Sober! Sober like never before! This is the first time this old man has been so sober in 20 years."

Han Feng was confused and wanted to say something, but the old man waved his hand: "You shouldn't be here, go away."

Without allowing Han Feng to speak, a strange force has already moved Han Feng's figure away from the ground hanging passage.

Jun Huaixu in the Ming Xuan Pagoda space was lying under a willow tree with his eyes closed to rest, when he suddenly opened his eyes...

"It's been... so many years."

……

On the street of the headquarters of the Xuanjian Division, Bai Feihuang walked with a knife, intending to watch today's guard-level 【Fengyundou】.

Suddenly, a shaky and standing figure covered in dust came into his eyes.

"Han Feng? What's wrong with you?"

Han Feng was moved out of the ground hanging passage by the old man, and his injuries erupted repeatedly, and he couldn't move a single step...Looking at Bai Feihuang, he opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't stand still, and fell down... …

Bai Feihuang hurriedly hugged Han Feng, who was about to collapse, with a nervous expression: "Han Feng! What's going on? Don't scare me!"

Han Feng only felt weak all over, looking at Bai Feihuang's frowning eyes... Hey, this angle is also pretty good...

"Ha, Phoenix..."

(End of this chapter)