The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

It is also a rare opportunity for Wenchang to get advice from Han Chen.

Just being Xiongba has caused him a lot of trouble, not to mention this person in front of him, who makes Xiongba not even have the guts to make a move?

Han Chen glanced at Wenchang up and down, shook his head, and said, "Cultivation is not everything for you. It is quite rare to be able to step into the realm of mythology. There is no hope of entering the immortal world in this life. You should practice more. The method of body health!"

Wen Chang was slightly disappointed, but he didn't care too much.

Since he came to the throne, he has been diligently handling internal affairs every day, and it is rare for him to practice once. He has worked hard to break through the mythical realm, and he is also trying to leave a healthy body. It is understandable for Han Chen to say so.

Wiping the sweat off his brow, Wen Chang had no choice but to bow his hands to Han Chen, wanting to go back to the bedroom to repair it for a while, so as to recover his energy for the morning court.

Unexpectedly, Han Chen said: "However, as a descendant of the royal family, your cultivation level of the mythical triple (bb) is indeed not good!"

A burst of hope suddenly surged in Wenchang's heart.

In his eyes, his ancestor is omnipotent. Since he said such a thing, doesn't that mean he wants to help himself break through the current realm?

Han Chen said to the Sword Demon next to him, "Go and fight Wen Chang, don't worry about him getting hurt, and don't hold back!"

The sword demon was originally holding his arms, but after hearing Han Chen's words, he spread his hands and pulled out the black long sword from his waist.

"Yes!"

As he spoke, he slowly walked towards Wenchang.

Wen Chang was taken aback, but he knew the strength of Sword Demon. As a mythical peak powerhouse, the name of Sword Demon was only inferior to Xiongba and Sword Master. Especially in recent years, he had killed unknown number of powerhouses, even , there are also many strong men who are also at the pinnacle of mythology.

I can't be his opponent!

The sword demon obeyed Han Chen unconditionally, but he was not so polite to others.

He nodded at Wenchang and said, "Please, Your Majesty!"

The corners of Wen Chang's eyes twitched, he gritted his teeth, and said, "Please enlighten me, Mr. Sword Demon!"

Whoosh!

At that moment, with a low shout, he swung his long sword like a wheel again, and rushed towards the Sword Demon!

The imposing manner is naturally extraordinary, but in front of the sword demon and other strong back-to-basics powerhouses, overly flashy moves represent too many shortcomings.

clang!

The sword demon just made an understatement with his sword, and immediately forced Wenchang back.

Wen Chang clutched his heart, the blood in his chest was churning.

"Come again!"

The hand holding the long sword was a little numb, he shook his arm, and Wen Chang rushed forward again.

Every time, Wenchang is aggressive, and every time, Sword Demon is understatement.

Han Chen looked at it for a while, and said to Wen Chouchou, who was standing a little further away, "Bring the best healing medicine in the palace. As long as Wenchang is injured, heal him immediately. Today's morning court will be avoided. Let Wenchang fight until noon." , stop again!"

After finishing speaking, Han Chen took Duanlang and strolled towards the depths of the palace.

Wen Chouchou bowed and said, "I understand!"

After ordering the little eunuch to fetch the medicine, Wen Chouchou looked at Wenchang with envy and pity.

What I envy is that he can have a powerful person like Han Chen to guide him, and a mythical peak powerhouse like Sword Demon as a partner, and his cultivation base will surely make rapid progress. I am afraid that from now on, Wenchang will not have a good life...

Han Chen walked into the deep palace and met Kong Ci head-on.

Kong Ci turned sideways and said with a smile: "Old Ancestor, Miss Meng is practicing, so it's not easy for servants to wait on her."

Han Chen nodded, and said, "You go down now, get ready, and leave the palace with the deity at noon!"

Kong Ci nodded excitedly, seemed to be extremely happy, and hurried to pack his luggage for leaving the palace.

swish swish swish...

The three swords stabbed out, and accompanied by the three piercing sword qi, they rushed straight into the sky, and then suddenly turned and rushed towards Han Chen.

Holding a long sword in his hand, Second Meng was immersed in his cultivation. When the sword energy was about to come to Han Chen, he was suddenly startled.

She didn't notice Han Chen's arrival at all just now!

Han Chen's complexion remained unchanged, and towards the three sword qi, the three sword qi immediately disappeared into the invisible.

The second dream breathed a sigh of relief, cupped his hands and said, "I hope Mr. Han Chen can't be blamed for the unintentional move!"

She also knew in her heart that with this level of strength, she might not be able to hurt Han Chen even if she tried her best, but it was just too abrupt.

Han Chen smiled and asked, "Is Miss Meng living comfortably?"

Second Meng smiled and said: "Mr. Han Chen is being polite, the little girl really feels that she is a bit more comfortable than at home!"

Chapter 61: Bai Xiaosheng's Man (1/3)

"It is said that Twelve Panics appeared for the first time in the rivers and lakes. He has claimed to be an omnipotent person, and even announced to the world that as long as anyone can find his location, he will grant a wish for that person!"

"And I heard that more than a thousand years ago, the first person to find the Twelve Panics was Tie Yidao, the overlord of the martial arts at that time!"

"Although Tie Yidao has dominated the martial arts world, he is still not satisfied. He is so ambitious that he expresses a rebellious wish to Twelve Panic."

"He wants to taste the emperor of the Central Plains!"

Speaking of this, the storyteller laughed a few times, with a strong look of sarcasm on his face, and continued: "Tie Yidao thought that this wish of his would be able to defeat Twelve Panic, but unexpectedly, Twelve Panic's thought would also be difficult." If you don't want to, you have already agreed, and you have to prepare well with iron knife. After seven days, he will definitely fulfill his wish and taste the taste of the Ninth Five-Year Lord!"

"Back then, Tie Yidao immediately sneered at it, and felt that this matter was unbelievable. Unexpectedly, it was on the morning of the seventh day..."

"When he woke up, he suddenly found that he was already in the emperor's bedroom in the Forbidden City, sleeping on the dragon bed, and he was wearing a yellow robe that symbolized the Ninth Five!"

"This surprise is really no small matter. Tie Yidao never dreamed that the Twelve Panics would actually make him the emperor as promised, but he was too late to be happy. At this time, the door of the bedroom had been broken open from the outside, and countless people were shocked. The inner guards and countless archers have already surrounded him heavily, not to mention that he has committed the crime below and deserves death, and everyone has rushed to him without any explanation!"

The people around him who listened to his storytelling not only filled the entire teahouse, but also gathered a crowd on the street.

Someone asked: "How did Tie Yidao, the overlord of the martial arts world, be killed by a group of guards?"

The storyteller licked his lips, smiled and said nothing.

The people around booed one after another, asking the storyteller to continue talking.

Han Chen smiled, and whispered a few words to Duanlang.

Duanlang stood up, threw a piece of gold the size of a palm to the storyteller, and said, "My master wants you to continue talking!"

The storyteller quickly stood up, put the folding fan in his back, and bowed and bowed to Han Chen again, "This young man looks extraordinary, and he must have come to Baixiao Villa to look for the traces of the twelve panicked men. Bar!"

Han Chen smiled without saying a word, and Duanlang gently pressed his hand on the storyteller's shoulder.

The storyteller immediately let out a cry of pain, and a look of deep fear appeared on his face.

The people around laughed loudly and said, "You should hurry up!"

The storyteller arched his hands around in embarrassment, and sat back, "That iron knife can climb to the position of the overlord of the martial arts, and it is not in vain that a person of height and depth in the martial arts is not in vain. With a stroke of luck, Fang found that his air valve had already been restrained, and he couldn't exert any strength from his whole body. Poor Tie Yidao didn't know what happened, so he died tragically under countless swords and random arrows. It can be said that he died without a whole body! "

"The matter immediately spread across the martial arts world, and everyone in the world was deeply shocked. Due to the high level of martial arts with an iron sword and the strict guards of the Forbidden City, someone could easily put him in the emperor's palace without anyone noticing it." , this is simply impossible!"

"However, this mysterious Twelve Panics has such a great ability to make the impossible possible. Is he really omnipotent as rumored?

"Because of this shocking technique, the people of Jianghu always try their best to find out where Twelve Panic shows up every hundred years, and hope that he can fulfill any of their wishes. Unfortunately..."

"These people in the Jianghu think that as long as they express their wishes carefully, they will not be found by the twelve panics to take advantage of any gaps, and they will never be like an iron knife, although they can achieve their wishes, but at the same time pay for them It was expensive, but they were naive."

After the story was told, the people around began to discuss it, but no one paid any attention to the storyteller.

The storyteller bowed his hands to Han Chen, but Han Chen had already stood up and walked out.

"My lord, stop!" The storyteller shouted.

Han Chen paused, turned his head, and looked at the storyteller.

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Duan Lang stopped in front of the storyteller and looked at him coldly.

The storyteller hurriedly said: "If you insist on going to Baixiao Villa, I will naturally not stop you, but..."

The storyteller weighed the gold in his hand, and continued: "But for the sake of this piece of gold, I advise you, don't go looking for those twelve panics. Now it's a hundred years old, and someone will ask for it." Twelve panics fulfilled their wish, but unfortunately, no one has survived so far!"

Han Chen took a deep look at the storyteller, nodded, and disappeared into the crowd without hesitation.

The storyteller stared at Han Chen's back for a long time, then pulled out his folding fan and staggered back.

Han Chen and others left the teahouse and found a rather elegant inn to live in.

In the room, the sword demon sat beside Han Chen, frowned slightly, and said, "Master, the storyteller's identity is not simple!"

Han Chen said with a smile: "That person should be from Baixiao Villa. His purpose is to lure all the powerful people in the world. He explained the power of looking for twelve panics. Unfortunately, there are few people in the world who can withstand it." What about this kind of temptation? He prevented the deity from going to Baixiao Villa, which means that Baixiao Villa most wants the deity to go..."

Seeing that Han Chen had already seen through the mystery, the Sword Demon stopped talking about it.

After pondering for a moment, the sword demon said again: "Then this subordinate is going to prepare for the matter of going to Baixiao Villa tomorrow morning!"

Han Chen nodded, and waved his hand to let the sword demon go down.

Sitting alone in the room, Han Chen shook the empty teacup gently.

Twelve panics has almost become a well-known secret, but what they know is only superficial.

Han Chen knew very well that sooner or later, he would meet those strong men who couldn't hide.

Chapter 63: The Fourth Divine Stone, Bai Xiao Gui Xin (2/3)

The carriage slowly entered the village, which immediately attracted more attention.

Passing through an ordinary residential area, the carriage stopped in front of a bamboo building.

Jian Tan lifted the curtain of the car and asked Han Chen to get out of the car. Several people were already waiting at the door of the bamboo building.

Jian Tan stepped forward courteously, and came to a middle-aged man with three short beards.

The middle-aged man was a little thin and dressed in short clothes. If it weren't for the light of wisdom in his eyes, he would be no different from other farmers.

Seeing Han Chen arrived, the middle-aged man cupped his hands and said, "Bai Xiaosheng, I have met Mr.!"

Han Chen looked the middle-aged man up and down a few times, and found that he didn't even have a trace of cultivation, and he couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Master Baixiao, it's time to say "Three Two Seven"!"