The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

Their lightness skills are not bad, when they stepped up Yuxu Peak, the elegant youth with blood sword was stepping on the stone steps of Yuxu Peak, step by step towards the other courtyard of Yuxu.

In Yuxu Bieyuan, masters from Shaolin, Huashan and other sects live.

The news of Han Chen's arrival on Yuxu Peak exploded in Kunlun Mountain like a drop of water falling into a frying pan.

Disciples from various sects on the mountain rushed over after hearing the wind, and followed Han Chen far away, keeping a certain distance, and followed him up the stone steps step by step.

Everyone knows that the grievances between Han Chen and Shaolin Temple are still unresolved.

In this windy and snowy weather, Han Chen, carrying a blood sword, suddenly stepped onto Yuxu Peak and approached Yuxu Bieyuan step by step. It was self-evident what he wanted to do.

A war is inevitable!

In fact, not only the Shaolin School lives in the Yuxu Courtyard in Kunlun Mountains.

Huashan Sect, Wudang Sect, Kongtong Sect, and the Beggar Clan all lived in Yuxu Bieyuan. However, each sect and each faction did not disturb each other, and small paths stretched zigzagging all the way to the depths of each Bieyuan.

If there are many roads, there will be forks in the road.

At this moment, in front of Han Chen, there is a fork in the road.

A road is divided into two directions, leading to different places.

On the left, it leads to the other courtyard of Shaolin Temple.

On the right, it leads to the other courtyard of the Huashan School.

Whoosh!

Han Chen's body was like a gust of wind, without the slightest hesitation, he floated directly to the right, Huashan Bieyuan.

"What, I read it right!"

"He actually went to Huashan other courtyard, isn't he going to find Shaolin?"

"I haven't heard that Han Chen has friendship with the Huashan faction. What's going on here?"

Chapter 049: Xian Yutong, get out and meet me! ! (2/15, ask for the first order!)

Seeing Han Chen rushing to Huashan Bieyuan instead of Shaolin Bieyuan, those martial arts people watching from afar were very puzzled.

They waited for Han Chen to go far away, and hurriedly followed, eager to see why Han Chen wanted to go to Huashan Bieyuan.

A few days ago, Xian Yutong sent a letter inviting Han Chen to Kunlun Mountain. He plotted to provoke conflicts between Han Chen and Shaolin, so as to confuse the situation in the world and fish in troubled waters.

Han Chen never forgot this account.

Han Chen never schemed to frame others, he only wished to be accompanied by good wine and beautiful women, galloping his horse, seeing all the majestic mountains and rivers, and looking for the peak of climbing martial arts.

Although the ideal is beautiful, the reality is cruel.

It is indeed difficult for a person to live a chic and carefree life in the rivers and lakes, especially for someone like Han Chen who became famous at a young age, it is even more difficult.

Because, if you don't take the initiative to provoke others, others will come to provoke you.

This is the arena, the involuntary arena.

Jianghu has its own rules.

If you do something you shouldn't do and offend someone you shouldn't, you have to pay the price.

Huashan Bieyuan!

Two Huashan disciples holding swords stood on both sides of the main entrance of the other courtyard. Their thin bodies were shivering in the snow. Warm your hands.

hum!

The surrounding air shook violently.

An elegant figure descended suddenly, appearing in front of the two Huashan disciples.

Han Chen, dressed in white and with a bloody sword like a dragon, looked at the two people indifferently.

"Three breaths, tell Xianyutong to come see me!"

Xian Yutong dared to design Han Chen, although he failed, Han Chen still came.

"Bold lunatic, the name of the teacher is taboo, how can you call it casually!"

"Dare to be presumptuous in front of my Huashan gate, you are getting impatient!"

Hearing Han Chen's words, the two skinny Huashan disciples were immediately annoyed.

Two frozen right hands held the hilt directly, and the Huashan Saber was pulled out of the scabbard inch by inch, and the bright blade slowly appeared in the air.

However, before their swords were fully drawn, Han Chen had already made a move.

"Three breaths, it's here!"

bang bang! ()

Two skinny Huashan disciples were blown away.

His body fell heavily into the snow, he vomited blood, his ribs were broken, he fell to the ground and howled, his voice was very shrill.

From the beginning to the end, they didn't see clearly how Han Chen made the move.

clap la la...

Their screams like killing pigs instantly attracted more Huashan disciples.

Dozens of Huashan disciples held their swords in their hands and stared angrily. One after another, the sharp points of their swords all pointed at Han Chen.

Although the Huashan School is no better than Shaolin and Wudang, there are quite a few disciples.

It coincides with the tense period of attacking the Ming Cult, and all factions are on high alert, lest the Ming Cult secretly plot tricks to harm people. The disciples are practicing swords in the territory, and the sword never leaves the people, and the people never leave the courtyard. Come here.

"Who is here, why did you hurt our Huashan disciples?"

"Senior brother, I don't think this guy is a good person, he is probably a demon cult!"

"Evil cult monster!"

The Huashan disciples who surrounded Han Chen reached [-] or [-] in the blink of an eye. These people stared at Han Chen with glaring eyes. The six major sects were fighting against each other, so of course they would not kill each other. Han Chen hurt others first, and most likely he was a demon. up.

However, among these people, there were also experienced people. When they saw Han Chen in white clothes Shengxue with a bloody sword hanging from his waist, their expressions changed drastically.

"No, he's not from the Devil's Cult."

"He, he, he...he is the head of Emei Young Master!"

"What? He is Han Chen?"

"So what about Young Master Emei, you can't just bully Huashan!"

"You stop him first, and I will report to the master."

Among Huashan disciples, one disciple left and informed Xian Yutong.

Han Chen looked at it lightly, and didn't stop him, because this was exactly what he wanted.

The young head of Emei came to the Huashan courtyard suddenly, shot and wounded the disciples of Huashan, and this matter became a big mess.

Outside the Huashan Bieyuan, those people from all walks of life who came to watch the fun were talking a lot at the moment, and couldn't figure out why Han Chen made a sudden move.

Kongtong disciples, Wudang disciples, and Beggar Clan disciples hurriedly turned and left, and hurried to report to their teachers.

All of a sudden, the news that Han Chen broke into Huashan's other courtyard spread rapidly like a single spark, and the speed was unimaginable.

Just a cup of tea kung fu spread throughout Yuxu Peak and Kunlun Mountain.

"Xian Yutong, get out and meet me quickly!!"

The sound waves are rolling, like thunder and waves!

Han Chen walked towards the depths of the courtyard step by step.

His cold eyes swept across the Huashan disciples present, shocking everyone's heart. Han Chen approached the inner courtyard step by step, and Huashan disciples retreated step by step. No one dared to stop Han Chen's footsteps.

The disciple who reported came to the deepest part of Huashan Bieyuan, in front of an exquisite house, knocked on the door respectfully, heard the master's permission, and hurried into the abode.

"Master, master, it's not good, the big thing is not good..."

"Hurry up! How decent!"

Xian Yutong sat beside the tea table with a cup of tea in his hand.

This is the good tea that He Taichong sent someone just now. In the season of heavy snow, this kind of excellent tea is really rare. I planned to drink it quietly, but unexpectedly this apprentice rushed in without opening his eyes and yelled, Really disappointing.

"Master, that Han Chen, he, he, he... He came to the door, and he is about to rush in!" The disciple said anxiously.

what?

Han Chen came to the door!

Xian Yutong's body trembled, and the teacup brought to his mouth froze for a moment, his originally calm gaze revealed a look of surprise.

"He doesn't go to Shaolin sect, what is he doing in Huashan?"

Xian Yutong was shocked, but felt that this matter was strange.

He had never had anything to do with Han Chen, and Han Chen's sudden arrival was really unpredictable for him.

Chapter 050: Unable to shrink back, one person sweeps away (3/15, begging for the first order!!)

"Could it be that he has guessed the old man's mind?"

"If this is the case, then it will be troublesome!"

Thinking of this, Xian Yutong's face couldn't help but change.

Immediately, Xian Yutong put down his teacup, paced up and down in the middle of the room, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and his face was extremely ugly.

Now, no matter how good the tea is, he is not in the mood to taste it.

Xian Yutong is very clear about Han Chen's strength.

Half a year ago, with a shocking sword, he cut off Kong Xing's right hand and ruined most of his cultivation.

Kong Xing is one of the four great monks in Shaolin. He is the younger brother of Abbot Kong Wen.

Half a year ago, Han Chen could seriously injure Kong Xing with a single sword.