The Ultimate Sword Master

The sudden scene.

Everyone was shocked, including those who were fleeing and a group of disciples of Mingquan Sect, who were all stunned on the spot.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

The figures of Gu Han and his group were revealed.

"Fifth Junior Brother?"

Seeing Pao Hui's figure, Du Qian and Feng Yu's faces turned cold, and they immediately realized that something was wrong!

"Huh?"

On the contrary, Heshan saw Feng Xiao at a glance, his body trembled slightly, his eyes were full of greed and lust, and he no longer cared about the others.

He swore.

He had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life!

Noticing his gaze.

Feng Xiao raised her head slightly, and a flash of purple in her eyes spread out, shocking Heshan's face pale, and he staggered back a few steps.

However.

This move aroused some morbid preferences in his heart, and he breathed quickly and said: "Okay! It's fierce, I like it!"

Gu Han was not in the mood to pay attention to him for the time being.

His eyes turned and fell on the young man who looked stupid and a bit stubborn.

"What's your name?"

"Jun Wuwang."

The young man thought carefully and repeated his name.

Gu Han suddenly fell silent.

There was a hint of excitement, emotion, and complexity in his eyes... All kinds of emotions intertwined, making him sigh.

He didn't expect it.

The Xuantian Patriarch, who could not be found after 100,000 years, actually met him 100,000 years ago!

In Chongming's mouth.

The other party was a stubborn, foolish, and stupid boy who could do nothing except being reckless.

In Mu Xinghe's mouth.

The other party was a peerless swordsman who was about to enter the half-step immortality and galloped across the positive and negative worlds!

As for the other party's origin.

The man and the chicken may not know, and no one has mentioned it.

Until now.

Gu Han finally understood that the supreme warrior who was so famous 100,000 years later, who suppressed Xuantian Realm with one sword, killed the three ancient clans with one sword and made the Tyrant Black Turtle suffer from back pain for many years with one sword, seemed to be... just one of the countless races raised by Mingquan Sect?

"Who are you?"

Sensing Gu Han's different gaze, Jun Wuwang's calm expression was full of confusion.

"You, are you really Jun Wuwang?"

Gu Han couldn't help but wanted to confirm the other party's identity again.

"..."

Jun Wuwang was silent for a moment, and said seriously: "I asked you first, you answer me first."

Gu Han: "..."

Confirmed!

This kind of stupid and stubborn style of behavior is definitely the Xuantian Patriarch!

"Ancestor..."

Subconsciously, just after saying a word, the small sword in the consciousness space trembled, and the alertness was so strong that he swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Just like Feng Xiao.

The more this involves the future, especially the people who are closely related to him, the more he cannot interfere with the other party's destiny!

"Brother Mei."

Wang Ping glanced at Jun Wuwang and whispered: "Do you know him?"

"Not very familiar."

Gu Han was silent for a moment, and smiled with some emotion.

The most familiar stranger.

This sentence couldn't be more appropriate to describe the relationship between him and Xuantian Patriarch.

"What are you doing here?"

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he looked at Jun Wuwang again and asked.

"This is not right."

Jun Wuwang seemed to be a little stubborn. After thinking carefully, he still said seriously: "There is a sequence of things. You asked me three questions, and I only asked you one. Only if you answer my question first, can I answer your question."

Pause.

He added: "This is more fair and reasonable."

Everyone looked weird.

Even Feng Xiao looked at the other party more, as if he had never seen such a stubborn person.

Gu Han suddenly understood.

It is rare for Xuantian Patriarch to be able to practice the stupid sword!

Compared with Tangtang.

The other party's comprehension and reaction speed cannot be said to be incomparable, but only to be nothing.

His eyes turned.

He looked at the disciple of Mingquan Sect who was holding Jun Wuwang tightly and had not yet reacted, and said with a smile: "Can you let him go first?"

"I'll let you go..."

Puff!

The Mingquan Sect disciple had just said half a swear word when his body suddenly exploded, and blood mist splashed all over Jun Wuwang's face.

Jun Wuwang frowned.

He didn't care about letting Gu Han answer the question. In public, in the face of life and death crisis, he just started to wipe the blood off his face.

Gu Han shook his head secretly.

Glancing at Pao Hui beside him, he smiled and said, "Are all the people of you Mingquan Sect so rude?"

Pao Hui's scalp numbed.

Most of the Mingquan Sect's cultivations are vicious and evil. Although they are powerful, over time, their character will naturally be affected. Spitting out fragrance is just a basic operation.

"What a courage."

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came over: "You trespassed into the territory of our Mingquan Sect and killed our disciples. Do you really think that you can do whatever you want just because you have some strength?"

It was Du Qian!

Heshan was still obsessed with Feng Xiao's beauty at this moment. Feng Yu obeyed him. As the eldest brother among the seven sons of Mingquan, he felt that it was necessary for him to stand up at this time to maintain the face of the sect and establish his own majesty.

"And you."

While speaking, he looked at Pao Hui again and said lightly: "Fifth Junior Brother, the sect treats you well, why do you do such a thing of inviting a wolf into the house? Could it be that you want to betray the sect?"

Pao Hui didn't dare to speak.

Gu Han glanced at Du Qian and said lightly: "Are you Heshan?"

"No!"

"Then don't talk."

Gu Han smiled, "I'm here to find Heshan."

"Watch your tone!"

Feng Yu said coldly: "My senior brother is the leader of the Seven Sons of Mingquan. Even the Sixth Junior Brother has to respectfully call him Senior Brother!"

He could see it.

Gu Han is very strong.

But... this is the base camp of Mingquan Sect. There are three dark messengers above and eight elders below. He is naturally fearless.

Gu Han was silent again.

"Sorry, come again."

After a moment, he looked at Du Qian again and said seriously: "Are you the Seven Sons of Mingquan?"

Du Qian frowned.

For a moment, he couldn't figure out what he was up to.

"Yes, so what?"

Gu Han smiled.

"Yes, he must die."

Du Qian: "???"

Before he could speak, Gu Han raised his eyebrows, and without any movement, a barely visible light flashed!

With a puff!

Du Qian's body trembled, and he stared at Gu Han with an incredible look on his face. Suddenly, there was a sword mark about an inch long between his eyebrows!

With a plop!

The dead body fell to the ground!

Feng Yu was shocked!

Even Heshan reacted to Feng Xiao's beauty and looked at Gu Han in doubt.

Gu Han still ignored him.

He turned his eyes and fell on Feng Yu again, smiling lightly: "Are you also the Seven Sons of Mingquan?"

Feng Yu's heart trembled violently!

"I... I'm not!"

His intuition told him that it would be better not to admit his identity for the time being.

"Senior."

Pao Hui suddenly looked at Gu Han: "I guarantee with my personality that he is the Seven Sons of Mingquan!"

Feng Yu: "???"

Gu Han smiled again.