Starting from evil spirits to challenge comprehensive martial arts

Chapter 123

On the top of the cliff, a dense mass of people was looking at him and others.

The first person was an aristocratic young man dressed in white and holding a folding fan.

He doesn't seem to be proficient in martial arts, but he is the leader of this group.

Beside him was a tall, old man with white hair and a childlike face.This person has an unruly expression, and his cultivation is actually in the tenth state (returning to the basics).

Apart from Wu Yazi, this was the first time Han Ling saw a master of this realm.

But he searched through his memory, but couldn't remember who this person was?
On the other side of the young man in white is a middle-aged man with a particularly strong body, whose cultivation level is similar to that of Xuan Cheng.

There is also a middle-aged scribe who is also at the pinnacle of the Nine Realms.

In addition, there are three elders who are at the peak of the Eight Realms.

One of the two old men held a deer-headed scepter, and the other had two pickaxe pens pinned to his waist.

Luzhangke and Hebiweng?
It seems that the young man in white must be the royal family of Mongolia, otherwise it would be difficult to command so many masters.

But why are so many masters gathered here?
Seeing Han Ling's strange behavior, Xuan Cheng and the others looked up and found this group of people.

Like Han Ling, they were also shocked by the opponent's strong lineup.

However, when they saw one of them, there was a look of indignation on their faces.

"Fireworker Tutuo!"

Xuan Cheng gritted his teeth and said.

It was him.

Han Ling suddenly realized that the burly man should be the master of the Vajra Sect.

I just heard the Vajra Sect Master say: "Senior Brother Xuan Cheng, Brother Xuan Zhi, and Brother Xuan Xing, long time no see, the three of you are safe and sound.

I didn't expect that I would be so humble in the heart of my senior brother, and I couldn't even remember my name.

Let me introduce you again, my name is Yu Wenjie.

One day, I will print this name on the Daxiong Hall of Shaolin Temple. "

"You're just daydreaming."

Xuan Cheng glared angrily.

"So, the whereabouts of the Lenga Sutra, did you release it on purpose to lure us into the bait?"

King Kong Sect Master Yu Wenjie smiled: "Of course, but this is just a matter of convenience.

However, Shaolin Temple only sent a few of you out, which is very disappointing.

It's all your fault, if you hadn't been so anxious to chase me back then, I wouldn't have put the scriptures in the belly of a white ape.

When I turned around to look for the white ape, the white ape had long since disappeared. "

Xuan Cheng shouted angrily: "Sweet words, if you hadn't stolen the Langa Sutra, how could my Shaolin lose this treasure."

Han Ling probably understands that Yu Wenjie, the head of the fireworker, stole the Lenga Sutra, betrayed Shaolin, was chased and killed by Xuan Cheng, and had no choice but to put the scriptures in the belly of a white ape.

After he got rid of Xuan Cheng's pursuit, he went back to look for the white ape, but he couldn't find any trace of the white ape.

Recently, Yuwenjie should have discovered the whereabouts of the white ape. He deliberately spread it to Shaolin, probably wanting to use Shaolin's hand to help him find it, and at the same time take the opportunity to eradicate the masters of the Shaolin school.

However, Han Ling didn't want to understand something.

Just look for Jiuyang, and if you want to eradicate the Shaolin masters, let the subordinate masters do it.

Why did this young man in white go to the Kunlun Mountains at his own risk?

The last time it raided Quanzhen and seized the innate skills was also Mongolia's plan.

What exactly do they want to do?
The information was too scarce, and Han Ling couldn't figure out why.

But here and now, it's pointless to dwell on it any longer.

No matter how strong he was, he was no match for so many masters, but the white-haired old man was enough to defeat him.

After thinking for a while, Han Ling decided to evacuate.

At this time, the young man in white said a few words to the old Taoist beside him, the old Taoist nodded slightly, and then said to Han Ling:

"The one below is Mr. Han Ling in person."

Han Ling was a little surprised. He didn't expect that even the Tazi nobles knew his name.

He was curious why the other party was looking for him, so he said:
"Exactly, I don't know what to teach you?"

The old Daoist said loudly: "This is Kukutmu'er, the eldest son of Ruyang Prince's Mansion of my Mongolian Kingdom, whose Chinese name is Wang Baobao.

His Royal Highness appreciates Mr. Han's youth and promise, and is willing to participate in great events with him.

If the young master is willing to submit to our Mongolian Kingdom, His Royal Highness promises to reward the young master as a general.The grievance that the young master accidentally injured Prince Huo Dou can also be written off. "

So they already knew that Huo was killed by me?
Ouyang Feng should have passed it on.

However, none of this matters.

Han Ling smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Royal Highness, for your kindness. But in my whole life, I dare to do anything except be a traitor!"

Almost all the masters around Wang Baobao were Han Chinese. As soon as he said this, everyone glared at each other.

Han Ling snorted, just a group of spiritual eunuchs with broken spines.

The old Taoist said again: "Young Master Han, His Royal Highness wants you to reconsider. The Song Dynasty is riddled with holes, while Mongolia is in full swing. The two are not the same."

"The Song court is so corrupt, how can I work for it. I love the Chinese nation, and I will defend the dignity of the nation to the death."

His remarks were very novel, but in the eyes of everyone at the time, they were really treasonous.

The three monks Xuancheng complained quite a bit, but it is not easy to explode in the face of a big enemy.

Xuan Zhi said: "Young Master Han, the enemy is powerful, why not join hands with my good family?"

Han Ling smiled and said, "That's your grievance, it has nothing to do with me."

"Hasn't the young master heard of cold lips and teeth?" Xuan Zhi was anxious.

"That's only if they can catch up with me."

Han Ling laughed loudly,

"His Royal Highness, thank you for your kindness. However, I am used to being casual and can't be restrained. Since you all have important matters to deal with, I will leave first."

After saying that, his figure flickered, and he disappeared in place.

That weird movement moved everyone present.

Wang Baobao narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Taoist Priest, can you catch up with him?"

"Why not?" The white-haired old man replied proudly.

"Then trouble the Taoist priest to bring him back. Such a talent cannot be surrendered to our Mongolian country. He can only be destroyed there."

Wang Baobao said, his tone contained serious murderous intent.

"Your Highness, wait a moment, the old Taoist will come as soon as he goes."

As soon as the voice fell, he disappeared.

"Mr. Yuwen, you can settle your grievances by yourself. But, hurry up."

Wang Baobao turned and left.

"Yes, Your Highness. Brother Lu, Brother He, you can help me."

Yu Wenjie smiled grimly.

"Of course." Elder Xuan Ming agreed with a sinister smile.

The three jumped down together, and the rest of the old man followed Wang Baobao.

Xuan Cheng said in a low voice: "Two junior brothers, find a chance to break through. Go back to the temple first, and then make plans."

"Yes, brother."

The two replied.

This may be the biggest crisis since their success in martial arts, and they may be left behind if they are not careful.

……

Han Ling flew all the way.

Damn, this is difficult.

The opponent's lineup is too strong.

Especially the master of the tenth realm, Han Ling had no chance of defeating him.

Now I can't go back to Sansheng'ao, I should have brought He Taichong with me at that time.

But it's too late to regret now.

Fortunately, the other party did not know the location of the white ape.

Although he didn't know, he knew that the white ape must be in Kunlun Wonderland.

As long as you find Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang, you will have a chance to find Kunlun Wonderland.

He still has a chance.

It's fine as long as you don't confront the opponent head-on.

Hey, why did it suddenly snow?
Han Ling suddenly felt a chill.

The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly.

The ground and surrounding vegetation even showed signs of freezing.

The temperature change came too suddenly, it was very strange.

Han Ling stopped, he felt a danger approaching.

With the snow wind blowing, Taoist Baishang slowly walked out in front of Han Ling.

How did this guy get ahead of him?

Han Ling was shocked. It was the first time that he was crushed so thoroughly in terms of body skills.

The other party seemed to have already run ahead of him, waiting for him.

The strength of this veteran is unfathomable,

Even this space seems to be affected by him.

"who are you?"

Han Ling asked.

"If you surrender to Mongolia, you will naturally know my name. Let me ask you one last time, do you accept His Royal Highness's kindness?"

The Hundred Damage Taoist said.The implication is that if you refuse, the dead don't need to know that much.

Han Ling clenched his fists and said with a sudden smile, "If I'm not a good person, why should I be a dog for Mongolia?"

A strong murderous intent flashed in Baishang's eyes: "The old Taoist has seen countless martial arts geniuses in his life, and many of them are far better than the old Taoist.

But they are worn out early before they grow up.

Do you know why? "

"Of course, that's because they didn't treat Mongolia as a dog."

Han Ling sneered, but he had already gathered all his true strength to his right hand in secret.

"Young man, remember one thing in your next life, and it will come from your mouth."

Bai Sui glanced at Han Ling's right hand,
"Do you want to make me lose my mind and take the opportunity to sneak attack? It's useless, you have no idea how big the gap is between us."

"Really? Now that you've been discovered, let's make it clear."

Han Ling struck out with a sudden palm, and a wave of powerful palm force roared and rushed, directly tearing up the cold and snowy space, allowing the surrounding temperature to return to normal.

Baishang was greatly surprised, the opponent's palm strength was far beyond his imagination.

Even a master at the peak of the Nine Realms, it is difficult to dispel the chill that he has cast.

This young man named Han Ling is really not simple.

However, the more powerful the enemy is, the sooner it is necessary to deal with it.

The killing intent had already arisen, and the palm of his hand was instantly covered with ice.

The surrounding air suddenly cooled down, even lower than before.

The ground froze instantly.

A gust of ice and snow blasted out from Baishang's hand.

Han Ling felt as if his blood had been frozen, and it had been completely frozen when he swung his palm just now.

This extremely cold palm force continued to rush towards Han Ling. Han Ling pulled his hands together, while absorbing the palm force, while reversing the direction of the palm force, and at the same time retreating quickly.

Baishang nodded approvingly: "Good boy, your way of transferring energy is very similar to Yang Dingtian.

But in actual combat, will your opponent allow you to hold hands with him casually, entangled for so long?

Eat me again. "

Another wind of ice and snow swept in, this palm was not only colder than before, but also more destructive.

Obviously, when Bai Sui made his first move, he didn't use his full strength.

Han Ling's pupils contracted violently, and he was about to be hit with a hundred losses.

(End of this chapter)