Heaven-defying Skills

Huanyun shook her head vigorously. She had always been the princess of the Mist Temple since she was a child. The master of the Mist Temple doted on her so much that she even obeyed her. The relationship between the two was also very deep, but suddenly she suddenly appeared. One person was said to be her biological father, which no one could believe or accept.

The crowd in the entire square was a little stunned. What happened today made them really confused. Their heads were short-circuited countless times. First, Han Fengxue rushed straight into the Mist Temple and killed the ninth-level powerhouse in an instant, and then After a violent attack on the young master of the Mist Temple, hundreds of ninth-level strong men in the Mist Temple were also killed collectively. Then, the tenth-level Huanyun appeared, and two young ladies who had been missing for many years appeared together, but Huanyun's Her strength did not create much ripples. She was also defeated by Han Fengxue in seconds, and Huanyun actually asked Han Fengxue to be her husband. Then another strong man came and said that the master of the Mist Temple is not your father, I am, in one scene The wonders of the scene all appeared together today, which is really shocking.

The square suddenly became extremely quiet, and the sound of the breeze was clearly audible. The middle-aged man was not Huanyun, but looked at Huanyun with soft eyes. It was actually the love of a father, and the Huanyun in front of him was Holding her head and shaking her head, she had an intuition that what the middle-aged man said seemed to be true. She could feel the closeness between the two, but she was unwilling to accept it and forced herself to say that this was impossible.

Don't you believe it yet? The middle-aged man said something, then turned his eyes and said to the main hall: "Huan Mist, come out!" The middle-aged voice didn't seem loud, but it made everyone feel that it was like going deep into the soul. Like, constantly reverberating in their ears, not only that, but this sound is the only one left echoing in the entire Mist Temple, and the sound continues to penetrate into every corner along the slightest cracks.

The faces of the people in the Mist Temple became weird again. Huan Wu, this name seems to have not been called by anyone for a long time. The master of the Mist Temple. Everyone usually calls him the master. But at this moment, the middle-aged man calls Huan Wu. Wu's tone was indifferent, not polite at all, and seemed to be a bit bossy, which made them wonder what kind of identity this middle-aged man who suddenly appeared had.

Not long after the words fell, a breath came out. Then, the space fluctuated, and a figure appeared in everyone's sight. It was Huan Wu, the master of the Mist Temple. The crowd bowed slightly when they saw him, He shouted respectfully: "Master of the Palace." However, Huanwu seemed not to hear him. As soon as he appeared, his gaze has been on the middle-aged body and can never leave him. However, the middle-aged man has his back turned to him. respect.

Huanwu's body trembled, and his heart beat several times faster. He didn't care about the middle-aged man's arrogance at all. He lowered his figure to the ground, walked slowly towards the middle-aged man, walked to the middle-aged man's side, and stood beside the middle-aged man. Under the surprised gaze, the Master of the Mist Temple actually bowed slightly to the middle-aged man and said with an extremely respectful expression: "Lord Mist God!"

"Boom!" Hearing the words of the Master of the Mist Temple, everyone's heads seemed to explode. Only four words, Mist God, were left. Mist God, God, the religious existence of the Mist Temple. The middle-aged man in front of him, It turned out to be the totem of the Mist Temple. Everyone held their breath, their hearts beat faster, and they even felt a little overwhelmed. It felt very awkward to stand there. The gods of the temple were rumored to be only seen by the masters of the major temples. Yes, and the words came from the mouth of the Master of the Mist Temple. There must be nothing doubtful about the middle-aged identity. This is really Lord Mist.

Huanyun's eyes widened even more. The middle-aged man who was said to be her father turned out to be the God of Mist. She was stunned for a moment, and her whole person seemed a little numb. Han Fengxue and Huanxing were also shocked. , I didn’t expect that they came at the right time, and what happened today seems to be a bit serious. Just now, he beat the daughter of the God of Wu.

"Huan Wu, tell her." Wu Shen still looked at Huan Wu, but he spoke to Huan Wu.

As soon as Huanwu saw Wushen appearing, he understood what was going on. Only this thing could make Master Wushen appear in person. He looked at Huanyun. Huanwu's expression was also very complicated. Help Wushen. After raising a daughter for more than ten years, there was no affection between him and Huanyun. He sighed in his heart, and Huanwu said: "Miss, you are indeed Lord Wushen's daughter. This is why I have obeyed you for so many years." , there is no reason that goes against your wishes.”

Huanyun's body trembled. Listening to her father's unfamiliar words and the unfamiliar name, her heart couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. The father who had raised her for decades was not her own. His biological father, this is really comical, but now that Huanwu said this, everyone also understood that Huanyun was indeed the daughter of Wushen, and her identity was also greatly improved.

"Then why did you put me here?" Huan Yun looked at Wu Shen with eyes that were not only emotionless, but also filled with hatred. With the other person's status, it was impossible that he didn't have the ability to raise himself, so he threw herself to Huan Wu. Raising, this sounds a bit funny.

Hearing Huan Yun's somewhat cold voice, the middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said: "Yun, how could your father be so willing to do this? But you have to know that his father definitely had his own reasons. Since you were born, you have had three eyes. , you are already destined to be extraordinary. Otherwise, do you think any father would be willing to abandon his daughter? Moreover, I have been watching you all these years, and you should be able to feel it. "

The affectionate voice of Wushen also moved Huanyun's heart a little. Recalling the vague feeling over the years, it was true that someone had been spying on her, but she didn't expect it to be her father, Wushen. After a long silence, Huanyun slowly nodded. She also felt that Wushen must have some difficulties, but she couldn't call him father. She just said lightly: "I hope you can explain it to me in the future, otherwise, I will never acknowledge you."

Huanyun's words did not make Wushen angry. Instead, there was a trace of joy on his face. He smiled and nodded. Then, Wushen looked at Han Fengxue again. The coldness spread out, entangled Han Fengxue like a silk thread. The vague aura made Han Fengxue's body tense and his face changed. Huanxing beside him had a look of worry and fear in his eyes. This was a god-level strong man. Han Fengxue had no hope at all.

The God of Mist was also very puzzled. He had just felt the awakening of the woman's eyes, and then he ran over, only to find that Huan Yun was beaten by Han Fengxue. With his cultivation, he naturally knew what had happened here. He looked at Han Fengxue with a hint of murderous intent, and his eyes were cold to the bone.

"You can't touch him, he is my husband." Huan Yun said at this time, as if she had already determined that Han Fengxue was his. This really made people laugh and cry.

"Are you talking about the oath? If I kill him, won't the oath be broken?" The God of Mist said indifferently, but he sentenced Han Fengxue to death. It seemed that in his eyes, Han Fengxue was just an ant. Whether to kill or not was just a matter of his thoughts, and it would not cause any ripples. This feeling was also the most uncomfortable for Han Fengxue. Although he was a little nervous, he still had a proud look on his face. So what if he was a god-level strongman? One day, he would be able to reach that realm. But now, whether he could pass this level seemed to be a problem.

Hearing the words of the God of Mist, the crowd also revealed a trace of cold smile. They all wanted to kill Han Fengxue. With the Lord of Mist taking action, it would be difficult for Han Fengxue to survive. Huanwu also understood what was going on through the images transmitted to him by his subordinates. Seeing that his son was beaten to a cripple, he looked at Han Fengxue with the same extremely cold eyes. Moreover, his second brother, a tenth-level strongman, was also killed by the other party. However, he was very confused. How could Han Fengxue, who reached the ninth level with the secret method, be so strong in the flesh, and also had the abnormal skill of space solidification that could freeze people in space? His eyes were cast on Huanxing, that was his daughter, and Huanwu's mood was also extremely complicated.

"No, you can't touch him." Huanyun's tone was very firm, and he spoke to the God of Mist. The God of Mist was stunned, looked at Han Fengxue coldly, nodded helplessly, but turned his eyes to Huanwu and gave him a look.

"Miss, Han Fengxue broke into my Mist God Temple, killed my people, and injured my son. I hope you can help me with my grudge against him." How could Huanwu not understand the Mist God's thoughts? It was impossible for the Mist God to reject Huanyun's words, but he was different. He had raised Huanyun for so many years, and the feelings between the two were there. The grudge between him and Han Fengxue was very deep. If he took action, even Huanyun would not be able to say anything. Sure enough, Huanyun was silent for a moment, looked at Han Fengxue, and was a little worried, but nodded. This was also her father. How could he let go of decades of raising her? Now she could only hope that Han Fengxue had the strength to resist Huanwu.

Seeing Huanyun nod, Wushen and Huanwu also smiled slightly, and the crowd also breathed a sigh of relief. They were really afraid that Miss Huanyun would not let Wushen take revenge, and the reputation of the Wushen Temple was completely ruined today. Huanwu's figure flashed, and with a cold smile, he floated towards Han Fengxue, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

Han Fengxue felt the other party's murderous intent, but he didn't care. He came to find the master of the Wushen Temple, and the two would meet sooner or later. As long as Wushen didn't get involved, the situation would be much better. Dealing with the master of the Wushen Temple, Huanwu, is better than dealing with a god-level strongman who has no ability to resist. With a faint smile in his eyes, Han Fengxue just looked at his father-in-law who came over!