The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

At this moment, Han Chen, who was hitting the bottleneck, also climbed to the extreme, launching the most powerful impact on the bottleneck.

After a cup of tea.

boom!

An extremely tyrannical breath erupted from Han Chen's body, causing the air in the entire meditation room to shake violently.

The tables and chairs, Buddhist beads, dust whisks, tea cups and other sundries in the meditation room were all turned into dust under the impact, and even the ground where Han Chen sat cross-legged showed cracks. The scene was very horrifying.

"Master, he broke through!"

In the Zen courtyard, hearing a loud noise, a smile appeared on Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face.

"He has finally reached the pinnacle of innate talent!"

Under the bright moon, the woman in the yellow shirt floated over and stood beside Zhou Zhiruo. She stared at the meditation room with her cold and beautiful eyes, and felt the terrifying momentum fluctuations in the room.

Chapter 165: Heading to the Imperial Capital of the Yuan Dynasty (3/3)

At this time, in the meditation room.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, breakthrough in cultivation, stepping into the [Seventh Level of Innate], points +!"

Hearing the notification sound of the system, Han Chen smiled slightly, and slowly opened his eyes, the eyes flashed brightly, his right hand slightly clenched his fist, the air was pounding, and he nodded in satisfaction.

"This is the feeling of the seventh level of innateness, it is really strong!"

The innate realm is divided into seven levels, and the seventh level is already the apex. Looking at the entire rivers and lakes, including the dead Cheng Kun, there are only four people who have reached this level.

Zhang Sanfeng, Yellow Shirt Girl, Han Chen!

However, if one can break through the innate, that is the ultimate realm.

So far, no one has been able to reach the realm of "[-]", at least not in Yitian World.

"If I am now, and I met Cheng Kun back then, I believe that I can kill him directly with just one palm."

On that day, Han Chen fought against Cheng Kun in the suburbs, and the palm he threw with all his strength could only severely injure Cheng Kun.But now, Han Chen is completely confident that he can kill him with one palm, and there is absolutely no need for a second move.

crunch...

Han Chen got up and opened the door, stood in front of the meditation room, stretched comfortably, breathed in the cool night air, feeling very happy.

"Congratulations to the head, a breakthrough in cultivation."

Zhou Zhiruo, who was standing in the monastery, looked at Han Chen inside the door, and said calmly with a smile on her face.

The woman in the yellow shirt had a clear face, and when she saw Han Chen appearing, she smiled calmly, "Young master has stepped into the seventh level of innateness. I'm afraid that the little girl and Zhenren Zhang will join forces, and they may not be the young master's opponent."

Hearing this, Han Chen shook his head and smiled, and asked, "How long have you been here?"

The woman in the yellow shirt said: "Not long after I arrived, Zhiruo has been waiting here for two days and two nights."

Han Chen looked at Zhou Zhiruo, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, "Zhiruo, thank you for your hard work."

Zhou Zhiruo just smiled faintly. She didn't say a word about the hard work of the past two days. Seeing Han Chen's successful breakthrough, she felt very satisfied.

The three of them were in the Zen courtyard, looking at the bright moon and admiring the peonies in full bloom. They chatted freely about everything from the general situation of the world, to the military situation at the front line, to meditation and practicing kung fu.

Until late at night, the girl in yellow left first, and Zhou Zhiruo also left.

call out!

After Huang Shinu and Zhou Zhiruo walked away, Han Chen performed lightness kung fu, flew over the eaves and walls, flew up the Buddhist scriptures pagoda, and started astrological deduction as usual.

"Sirius is bleak, and the Mongol court is exhausted. I believe it will perish within half a year."

Looking up at the stars in the sky, Han Chen, who performed the law of astrology, quickly deduced with his hands and ten fingers, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became wider and wider, "The world is finally going to be peaceful."

"Emperor Ziwei star resides in the middle of the sky, its brilliance is radiant, and it protects thousands of life stars in Shenzhou. It is astonishing in the past and the present, and the dragon's breath is steaming. This is the omen of the Ninth Five-Year Sovereign."

Seeing his destiny star showing the appearance of an emperor, Han Chen smiled lightly.

Immediately, his eyes moved to the next few stars, accompanying his fate star, and suddenly, his deduced left hand paused slightly.

"How could her fate be so dim?"

Han Chen frowned slightly, and immediately continued to deduce.

The astrological laws of the Dzogchen realm have reached the point of being meticulous. The future is unpredictable, so it is the most difficult to deduce, but the things that have happened in the past will not change, and Han Chen can completely deduce them.

"Elder Xuanming, you betrayed her!"

"She's under house arrest!"

Through the powerful law of astrology, Han Chen quickly knew what happened to the owner of the star, and his brows became tighter...

Thinking of the last time between myself and her, the kiss that was about to leave in the welcoming booth, and the sadness hidden in the laughter when she turned and left.

Han Chen shook his head and sighed, stopped and continued to deduce, took a deep breath, got rid of distracting thoughts, turned around and went down the Buddhist scriptures pagoda, and returned to his Zen room to meditate and practice.

Silent all night.

In the early morning of the next day, Han Chen walked out of the meditation room. After breakfast, he went to the square to instruct his disciples on their morning exercises. For some reason, her image often appeared in his mind, with a frown and a smile that could not be taken away, and tied Han Chen's heart.

"Young master is uneasy, but you have something to worry about?"

In the twilight morning light, Liu Bowen was wearing Confucian clothes, walked slowly to the square, stood beside Han Chen, smiled calmly, and looked at Han Chen.

Since cutting off the last dragon vein in Wuyi Mountain that day, Liu Bowen stayed by Han Chen's side and lived with him on Mount Emei.

Han Chen looked at Liu Bowen, "Sir, why do you see that?"

Liu Bowen stroked his beard and smiled, and said leisurely to himself: "The so-called ten thousand dharmas follow the heart, since it is the direction of the heart, why not do it according to the nature, so that you can be at ease."

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A simple sentence, but full of philosophy of life.

Han Chen didn't speak any more. He looked at the sea of ​​clouds under the cliff next to him, his eyes shone with light. After a while, he withdrew his eyes and said to Liu Bowen: "I'm leaving for a few days. If there is any military affairs coming from the front line, please ask Mr. I share my worries."

Liu Bowen nodded and smiled: "Master, you can leave at ease, I will never let you down."

Hearing this, Han Chen nodded, and without hesitation, he went directly down Mount Emei.

"drive!"

Chapter 166: Take You Away, Kill It (1/3)

The imperial capital of the Great Yuan Dynasty, Ruyang Palace.

A round of autumn moon hangs quietly above the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The cold moonlight sprinkles patches of mottled spots on the ground. The courtyard is deep and very cold.

"I don't know if he is looking at the bright moon in the sky like me now."

On the exquisite attic, Zhao Min stood in front of Xiaoxuan's window, her beautiful eyes were full of longing, she raised her head to gaze at Qiuyue, her thin face was full of endless lovesickness and helplessness.

King Ruyang imprisoned her here, and she didn't eat or drink for three days, she was extremely weak, and her originally magnificent face was so haggard that it made people feel distressed.

"The soldiers and horses of the Great Yuan Dynasty are retreating steadily. Now His Majesty is seriously ill. My father and elder brother entered the palace overnight. I'm afraid..."

Thinking of this, Zhao Min's eyes became more sad.

However, recalling the scene of meeting Han Chen, Zhao Min couldn't help but smile.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky with her beautiful eyes, Zhao Min's mind was full of that chic and elegant figure, and she was so fascinated by it that she couldn't get rid of it.

"It would be good if he could come to see me." Zhao Min Wangyue sighed, but she also knew that this was impossible.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a handsome white figure floated gently into the other courtyard of the palace. Standing on the canopy of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, with his back against the bright moon, he let the night wind blow his white clothes. A pair of star-like eyes scanned the entire courtyard. Then I found Zhao Min in the window.

"I'm hallucinating?"

Looking at the young man in white on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, Zhao Min was slightly taken aback, his eyes showed a look of absent-mindedness, and when he came back to his senses, he quickly rubbed his eyes, looked carefully again, and the man was indeed gone.

It turned out to be an illusion!

Zhao Min was suddenly depressed, and silently lowered his head.

"Minmin, I'm late!"

A clear and familiar male voice suddenly resounded behind Zhao Min.

It was Han Chen's voice.

boom!

Zhao Minjiao's body trembled, only to feel five thunders on his head, and his eyes widened immediately.

She silently turned around, raised her head slowly, and looked into the room ahead with her beautiful eyes, only to see a handsome young man in white standing in front of her, who was the person she had been thinking about day and night.

"Han Chen, is it really you..."

Zhao Min's eyes were lost again. If this was just a dream, then she would rather sleep in it and never wake up forever.

"It's really me, I'm here to see you!"

Seeing Zhao Min's thin face, a trace of pity flashed in the eyes of the young man in white clothes, he stepped forward, embraced her slender waist, lowered his head slightly, and kissed her lips.

Zhao Min's whole body was shaken, her eyes widened again, and she felt the temperature of her lips, and she realized that this was not an illusion, it was all real.

Han Chen is really here!

A crystal teardrop slipped from Zhao Min's eyes, she did not refuse Han Chen's gentle kiss, she closed her beautiful eyes silently, let her heart beat wildly, and calmly accepted the tenderness of this long-lost reunion.

long long time...

Lip points!

Han Chen's starry eyes were full of affection, he lowered his head to stare at the beautiful woman in his arms, and looked at her haggard face, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart.

Walking to the front of the table, he picked up a plate of desserts and brought them to Zhao Min.

"If you don't like this, I can get something else."

"No, this one is very good, you can try a little too."

With a smile on her face, Zhao Min picked up a piece of pastry, broke off half of it, and put it into Han Chen's mouth. The other half took a bite and started to eat. In fact, Han Chen can come to see her tonight, which makes her get more than anything. Be happy!

You know, this is the Ruyang Palace, where there are so many masters, there are endless traps, and there are nearly [-] soldiers in the palace. It is no different from Tanhu Cave. As the leader of the rebel army, Han Chen is willing to take risks and break into the palace at night. This kind of affection is already expressed. exhaustive.

Han Chen looked at her haggard face, and said with pity: "Eat more, and when you recover your strength, I will take you out of this place, and you will no longer be under house arrest."