After ten years of cold window, you told me it was Zongwu?

Turning around the corner, I saw a nun with a dark face, her body straight, standing opposite Song Yuanqiao.

Song Yuanqiao smiled wryly: "Master, this matter is so important, how can I decide it with one word? I have to report this matter to Master before I make a plan."

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked back and said pleasantly, "Mr. Su, you have come out. Master respect him?"

Su Han smiled and said, "The Daoist has announced that he has retreated. If you have something to do, I'm afraid you can only decide on your own."

Song Yuanqiao suddenly collapsed.

So, wouldn't he be unable to shirk the proposal of extinction?

Juejue looked at Su Han with sharp eyes, "Your Majesty?"

Su Han looked indifferent.

To him, the aura of extinction was like a breeze blowing on his face, without any influence at all.

"Su Han."

"Evil Monarch Su Han?" Jue Jue's face darkened, "You actually appeared here!"

With a clang, the Yitian sword was already out of its sheath, and a cold light flashed, approaching Su Han.

Su Han smiled: "A mere grandmaster dares to attack me, who gave you the courage?"

Stretching out his hand, he directly grabbed Yitian Sword.

His plum-folding hand was extremely skillful, with just a light grasp, he pinched the spine of the Yitian sword.

Miejue was startled, the real energy was circulating, but the long sword seemed to be welded in Su Han's hand, no matter whether she wanted to cut it horizontally or withdraw it, she was powerless.

"I'll give Zhenren Zhang a face by not killing people in Wudang Mountain." Su Han chuckled, "But this sword belongs to me."

With a slight shake, Jue Jue felt his arm go numb, and he could no longer hold the long sword in his hand, and could only watch helplessly as the master's treasure was taken away.

The next moment, Su Han grabbed it from the air, and even the scabbard in her hand was taken away from the air.

This sudden change of haste, Song Yuanqiao didn't expect it at all.

When he reacted, he saw that the Yitian sword was in Su Han's hands, Jue Jue was so angry that his face was livid.

"You thief!" Jue Jue was furious, pointing at Su Han.

Su Han smiled: "Master, do you want to be a nun of Nine Fingers?"

A cold light flashed across, Juejue only felt the coldness of his finger, and quickly retracted it, only to see a white mark on it, he couldn't help feeling cold in his heart.

This person in front of him was too scary.

With the strength of the Yitian Sword, he could send and receive it so freely, leaving only a white mark on his finger.

If it was her, even if she deliberately and lightly drew the sword, she would definitely not be able to do it.

Looking at Su Han, for the first time, I felt regret in my heart.

Song Yuanqiao hurriedly came out to smooth things over: "Master, this Mr. Su is a friend of Master. As for the rumors in the world, I think there is a misunderstanding. Mr. Su is not a bad person."

Juejue was speechless, staring at Song Yuanqiao.

Are you blind?

The poor nun's sword was stolen, and you actually said he was a good man?

Behind Miejue, a beautiful woman looked at Su Han with curiosity in her eyes.

This woman has a cold temperament, and a pink plum blossom is dyed between her eyebrows, adding to her charm.

An elegant plain robe, not only did not make her lose color, but made her noble and elegant even more.

She is Zhou Zhiruo.

More than ten years ago, when Jue Jue went out, he saw his graceful appearance, so he took him back to Emei and became a true disciple of Emei Sect.

"Daddy!"

At this moment, a childish voice sounded.

Song Yuanqiao looked over and saw his son standing up, looking at Zhou Zhiruo from time to time.

As Song Qingshu's father, how could he not know what his son was thinking.

It's just that this matter is not that simple, so he said coldly: "I'm talking to Mrs. Su and Mrs. Su, and you, a junior, will not step down."

Song Qingshu was taken aback.

A simple and honest young man behind him stretched out his hand to pull him and dragged him back.

"Wuji, don't you think that man is domineering?" Song Qingshu muttered softly.

Zhang Wuji shook his head: "Everything is decided by the master, we are afraid that we will be punished later."

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Are these two people Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu?

Su Han's eyes fell on the two of them.

Unexpectedly, in the world of comprehensive martial arts, the two actually grew up in Wudang Mountain.

Without the torment of Xuanming God's Palm, can Zhang Wuji still reach his original height?

Sensing Su Han's gaze, the two of them were like frightened little rabbits, their scalps went numb, and even the whispers in their mouths stopped.

Whether it is the flowers in the greenhouse, even if there is no murderous intent in Su Han's eyes, the difference in identity makes the two of them terrified.

Su Han didn't make things difficult for the two of them, and looked away.

"Master Song, my visit to Wudang is over, so I won't be staying soon."

After all, let's leave.

Song Yuanqiao hurriedly shouted: "Mr. Su, wait a minute."

Su Han said calmly, "What else?"

"I heard that Mr. Su has superb medical skills, so I wonder if you can heal my third junior brother?" Song Yuanqiao asked.

Su Han was surprised.

With Zhang Sanfeng, Yu Daiyan's hands and feet were crushed by the people of the Vajra Sect.

"There is nothing you can do." Su Han pondered for a while, and then directly agreed.

He doesn't like to owe people favors.

Since he can return Wudang's favor here, he is naturally very happy.

Song Yuanqiao was overjoyed, and quickly said: "Wuji, hurry up and invite your third uncle over."

A gleam of joy flashed in Zhang Wuji's eyes: "Yes."

Juejue saw that Su Han was fighting fiercely with Wudang's people, knowing that he could not get back the Yitian Sword, he just snorted coldly and walked away.

Song Yuanqiao was busy treating his younger brother's injuries at this time, so he had to send Emei and his party out with a smile, and then hurried back to accompany Su Han, talking about Yu Daiyan.

It turned out that although Yu Daiyan brought the dragon sword back to Wudang, his left finger bone was crushed and he became a one-armed hero, which is really a pity in life.

Su Han was stunned.

While immersing the Yitian sword with spiritual power, and watching it with the Qi Wang technique, he didn't find any abnormalities in the Yitian sword.

If it is said that the Yitian Sword can guard against the spiritual power of the strong, he can still understand.

But Su Han didn't believe that it could prevent Qi Luck.

He couldn't help but speculate in his mind—maybe the Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber in this world don't have cheat books or military books, but are just two magical weapons.

"Then what are these people doing with these weapons?" Su Han was very puzzled, "People in the world don't really think that they can command the world if they get the Yitian Tulong?"

He didn't ask this question.

After thinking for a while, there was no answer, and it could only be attributed to the fact that people in the world were too stupid.

After all, there are only a few smart people in the world.

After waiting for a while, I saw a decadent man approaching.

Behind him, there were five people following.

These five people are all very imposing, and the weakest one has the cultivation base of the innate peak, and two of them even reached the realm of masters.

Su Han couldn't help but admire in his heart: "Zhang Sanfeng is really good at teaching apprentices."

His eyes fell on the decadent man, and he asked, "Your Excellency is Yu Sanxia?"

Yu Daiyan looked straight, and hurriedly returned the salute: "I dare not do it. Yu Daiyan has met Mr. Su."

Looking towards Song Yuanqiao.

Then I heard Song Yuanqiao say: "Third brother, hurry up and let Mr. Su show you. With his superb medical skills, the injury on your hand may not be a big deal."

Yu Daiyan was very moved in his heart: "Elder brother, in fact, you don't have to..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Song Yuanqiao.

"The opportunity is rare, don't need mother-in-law."

"Yes." Yu Daiyan smiled helplessly, and walked up to him, showing his left arm.

Su Han looked over and saw that his palms were drooping, as if there were no bones.

Stretching out his hand to touch it, he found that the muscles and bones inside were completely shattered.

"What a ruthless method!" Su Han sighed, "It's a little troublesome, but it's okay."

Yu Daiyan was shocked: "Can this kind of injury be cured?"

Since the injury, his left hand has become a decoration, so he had to hide it in his sleeve.

After so many years, he has seen countless famous doctors, but they were helpless. He never expected that the young man in front of him would boast so much.

Song Yuanqiao said: "Third brother, the one in front of you is an evil king, the world-renowned alchemy master, who is not comparable to ordinary doctors."

Yu Daiyan hurriedly accompanied the ceremony: "Young Master Su, forgive me, I was just a little surprised, not doubting your medical skills."

"It's okay." Su Han waved his hand, "I'm not a stingy person."