Starting from the world of martial arts

"Teacher, you Liaodong, you have to be careful." "This is not the past. You are the heir of the Huashan faction. From now on, you must protect yourself. Don't be impulsive when things happen. If it really doesn't work, run away first."

At the foot of Mount Hua, Xiong Qingyuan exhorted.

"Master, don't worry, I woke up, don't you believe me? When you practice, the first thing you practice is the Golden Goose Kungfu. Do you want to run away? It's not shameful."

"Furthermore, my guards are already very strong. With Senior Brother Zhang and the others, even three or five first-rate fighters may not be able to take us down."

Su Fan half-joked, but he didn't talk nonsense afterwards. After all, there was one first-rate martial artist, no less than four second-rate and top-notch warriors, and there were more than fifty other second-rate and third-rate fighters combined.

More importantly, he also has a group of elite fighters and a group of firearms teams.

Ordinary three or five first-rate players can't threaten him. The first-rate players are really good, but they will be Muggles if they really face a group of Musketeers.

As the saying goes, even those who have high skills are afraid of kitchen knives. These Jiang Hu people are not afraid of kitchen knives, but bird guns can still threaten them.

Three or five, they might be able to dodge, but if one or two hundred are fired at him, they can directly block his dodging route.

Once you are shot, even if you have deep internal strength, you will be disabled if you are not dead. After all, the lead bullets in the bird gun are poisonous, and the wound is still very large.

This is why he developed the Musketeers.

Although he is from the rivers and lakes, his understanding of the power of firearms is far beyond this world. Now the craftsmen in his hundred households can not only make blunderbusses, but also cannons, which of course are only the smallest cannons.

Even so, the power is very extraordinary.

In the future, he will go to sea. The most powerful thing in the sea is artillery, so he will not let it go.

For the land of Liaodong, he is quite confident, unless there are super-class figures, otherwise it is difficult to threaten him.

But the top masters, there can be a few in the whole world, and they all hide in their own territory to practice well, and who will run out.

For example, Ning Qingyu, the leader of the Huashan School, has never been down the mountain since breaking through to the top.

After Xiong Qingyuan rambled on for a while, some other elders also saw Su Fan off, and this time they paid more attention than last time.

It's also because Su Fan's status is different now, that is, he is less in charge, and has a higher status than many elders. In addition, Su Fan is very capable, and it is very popular in Liaodong, and he can also configure Xiaoyuan Dan.

Some elders also began to curry favor with him.

"Master, all the uncles and uncles, the sky is high and the water is far away, so I bid farewell, see you in the future"

Su Fan cupped his fists and bowed, then turned over, rode on the horse, and left quickly on the horse without looking back.

After leaving Mount Hua, Su Fan galloped all the way without stopping, not even returning to the Su family.

One day later, I finally left the traditional boundary of Mount Hua.

"Come out!"

Walking in front of a dense forest, Su Fan frowned, reined in the horse, and looked coldly at the forest in front of him.

"Haha! Good boy, he is shrewd, but it's a pity,"

Walking out were two masked men, one of whom had a bald head.

"Monk, Shaolin"

Su Fan sneered: "I don't know which monk from Shaolin, what's the use of stopping him? Boy Huashan Su Bufan,"

"It is said that you are clever and clever, but I have never seen it today." The bald monk sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense, take him down"

The other person said in a cold voice, and immediately called Su Fan after speaking.

The palm wind struck, bringing with it a somewhat stenchy wind and waves. A pair of hands are as dry as wood, and the nails on the ten fingers are blue with a faint light.

"Poison Fiend Palm, you were the one who killed my elder brother?"

Su Fan stretched out his hand to pat the saddle, and his whole body, like a golden goose flying into the air, performed the golden goose skill and flew back quickly.

Then without looking back, he used Qinggong to the fastest speed.

"Boy, your qinggong is good, but you can't escape no matter what today, obediently let me die"

The monk behind became more and more excited.

"Great monk, depending on you, you also want to kill me"

Su Fan's expression did not reveal any fear, but he was still provocative while running.

"wrong!"

The long-haired thin man felt something was wrong.

"Haha! I realize it now, it's too late"

Su Fan stopped suddenly, looked at the two of them with a mocking expression on his face.

Whoosh!

And at this moment, several figures quickly appeared behind Su Fan.

"Ning Qingyu, Zhou Qingyun, Xiong Qingyuan"

Seeing the appearance of several figures, the expressions of the long-haired thin man and the bald monk changed.

My heart sank. These people are all famous figures of the Huashan School, especially Ning Qingyu, who is the top master of the Huashan School. The supreme elders have fought.

And he was able to retreat completely, and after breaking through to the top, although he hadn't made a move in the past ten years, no one would dare to ignore him in the Jianghu.

Ning Qingyu and the head of Wudang Shaolin are listed as the three masters of the righteous way, second only to the top figures of the Demon Sect Dugu Sheng.

Facing Ning Qingyu alone, neither of them had any confidence, not to mention that there were three elders of the Huashan School beside the other party.

Needless to say Zhou Qingyun, although he is very old, as a veteran first-class master, he is second only to Ning Qingyu.

Xiong Qingyuan is also a well-known "professional" thug in the Huashan School, and his nickname "Shoutian Shou" in the Jianghu is not for nothing, it has been fought for decades.

"Your Excellency is the murderer who killed my apprentice, I never thought you would dare to do it"

Ning Qingyu looked at the thin man with long hair, and the killing intent in his eyes almost turned into substance.

Zhou Qingyun, Xiong Qingyuan, and the last Qizong elder, Yue Qingfeng, quickly came to their surroundings, and the four of them surrounded them.

Do not give the other party any chance.

"How did you know we would do it?"

With a cold face, the dead tree master took a deep breath and said.

"Hmph! I don't know, but it's just a test,"

Ning Qingyu looked at the two of them coldly: "Say the traitor's name, and I will make the two of you die more happily."

"Haha! You don't know, since you don't know, you never want to know"

Master Withered Wood laughed loudly. Since he saw four people, he knew that he would not be able to escape today no matter what.

"Amitabha! Poor monk Fangye, I have met you all. This man is an old man with a dead tree. The poor monk has followed him all the way. Unexpectedly, this man is going to sneak attack on the young head of your sect. It is really abhorrent."

"But this person killed my uncle, can the poor monk take him back?"

Fang Ye took off his mask early on, and then pretended to be innocent.

This face is really comparable to a copper wall and iron skin.

"Hehe! Old monk, your speed of transformation is really fast. Just now you wanted to kill and beat my apprentice, but now you suddenly become an eminent Shaolin monk."

"Do you think that's possible?"

Xiong Qingyuan looked at the monk with a killing intent bursting out of his eyes.