Seven Hundred and Thirty. Similar Palms

Although the Netherworld Sect had learned from the past just now, Yan Zhaoge did not object to taking risks.

It's just that the chance of success among them needs to be carefully weighed and considered by everyone.

But if you go to see the head disciple of Southeast Supreme, Shadow Mountain Sword King Lin Hanhua now, you will probably meet someone from the Dark Sect.

The other party has lost everything, but he has made a lot of money. When the time comes to meet, it will inevitably be a bit embarrassing.

With Yan Zhaoge's thick skin, he also felt that he should think about it.

But Lin Hanhua still needs to meet him.

Lin Hanhua is a man who looks like a young man, he can be called handsome and imposing.

However, his real age is much older than Zheng Ming and Chen Zhiliang.

He is like a sharp sword out of its sheath, showing its sharpness, which makes people feel dazzling, and subconsciously wants to avoid it.

This made Yan Zhaoge very interesting. Normally speaking, Lin Hanhua had already ascended to the Eighth Level of Martial Saint, the middle stage of Xianqiao.

It is very easy for warriors with a lower cultivation base than him to restrain their own sharpness, lock their blood and keep it from being eroded by wind and frost.

The sharpness of the sword is exposed, although it is fierce and mighty, it will also be continuously eroded by the outside world.

Putting it in the scabbard looks plain, but it is good for oneself for a long time. When needed, just get out of the scabbard and drink blood.

It is also a similar principle for warriors to cultivate their own qi and blood. Handling qi and blood is a compulsory course for every warrior.

However, this principle does not seem to apply to Lin Hanhua. He is so sharp and eye-catching that it is difficult to pay attention to it.

Yan Zhaoge looked down, the ground under Lin Hanhua's feet was safe and sound, but that was just an illusion.

After Lin Hanhua left, he casually blew on the open space, and the ground immediately collapsed into a big pit.

The soil and rocks there had been completely crushed into fine dust by Lin Hanhua, but they remained as they were for the time being.

When Yan Zhaoge, Bai Ziming and others came in front of Lin Hanhua, they even felt that they couldn't get close.

If you get close, it will become like the ground under Lin Hanhua's feet, smashed by hundreds of millions of sword qi.

Yan Zhaoge didn't think that Lin Hanhua was unable to restrain his sword energy, and he didn't need to deliberately show off his prestige in front of his group.

Then there may be only one, this is Lin Hanhua's own way of training.

And just like the practice of Fan Tianshu, it is going on all the time. For Lin Hanhua, it is as natural as breathing.

It's just that in this way, the destructive power is really strong.

Yan Zhaoge guessed that he might use himself as a sword, and use the whole world outside as a sharpening stone to sharpen himself every moment.

Although the aura was extremely powerful and terrifying, making it hard to get close to, Lin Hanhua's attitude was quite peaceful: "This is because Lin is bored in his spare time. He practiced kung fu by himself, and made everyone laugh at him. No wonder he was rude."

The sword energy on his body gradually subsided until it was hard to detect.

The pressure on Yan Zhaoge and his group felt relieved.

After seeing the ceremony, Lin Hanhua looked at Wang Hui who had been captured, and nodded slightly: "It's hard work for everyone to help, Junior Brother Zheng, take her back to Jinting Mountain quickly, and meet the master."

Zheng Ming agreed, then glanced at Yan Zhaoge and said, "Her junior brother, 'Fengjuan Yangyan' Li Jin, who is also a disciple of Southern Supreme, was killed by Yan Xiaoyou during his escape."

Lin Hanhua was a little surprised when he heard this.

Wang Hui stared at Yan Zhaoge and said coldly: "Master will not let you go easily."

Yan Zhaoge smiled, but did not speak.

Although Lin Hanhua had a look of surprise on his face, it was just an accident. He looked at Wang Hui and said calmly, "You almost killed my nephew. Although he is fine now, do you think the matter will be settled easily?"

"This little friend Yan is helping me in Jintingshan to catch the murderer, and I, Jintingshan, will take care of everything."

Wang Hui said bitterly: "Lin Yingshan, you are so capable, I have nothing to say in front of you, but you may not be able to bear my master's anger!"

Lin Hanhua waved his hand: "Let the respected teacher and the family teacher say this,

All you need to do is to be honest and clear after meeting with your tutor, why did you come to Southeast Yangtian Realm to act fiercely? "

Asking Zheng Ming to take it back, Lin Hanhua nodded to Yan Zhaoge: "Young friend Yan is welcome to visit Jinting Mountain anytime."

Yan Zhaoge smiled and said, "It's an honor for Yan."

After a slight pause, Yan Zhaoge still asked: "Dare to ask the Sword King, Kang Ping of the Daxuan Dynasty did not know, and went to Jinting Mountain with Mr. Chen, what was the result?"

Lin Hanhua's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was calm: "Speaking of which, Lin was careless back then, and I would like to thank Xiaoyou Yan for noticing the strangeness here in Huangjiahai, and for discovering the secret of Chengtian's imitation circle."

"Kang Ping followed Junior Brother Chen to Jinting Mountain earlier, and Master has already seen them, but the final result, Lin does not know, but he was ordered by Master to come to Huangjia Sea."

He gave a very detailed introduction, Yan Zhaoge nodded: "The Sword King is being polite, and Yan is just at the right time."

Coming out of Lin Hanhua, Yan Zhaoge and the others turned their heads and took a look.

Sure enough, I felt the reappearance of the soaring sword energy. Although it was invisible, it gave people a real tingling feeling.

Looking back, Yan Zhaoge suddenly found that Bai Ziming was staring at Yan Zhaoge with a complicated gaze.

Exploring and admiring his sight, Yan Zhaoge has seen a lot.

Hinting, he felt that Bai Ziming's gaze was a little strange, as if it contained some special questions.

A targeted question with a clear goal.

Bai Ziming pursues the idea of ​​being wise and protecting himself, and he has never been involved in matters that have nothing to do with him.

Now it seems rare, Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly: "Is there something wrong with Mr. Bai?"

After thinking about it for a while, the old man finally said calmly: "To be honest, I just saw Xiaoyou Yan personally beat Li Jin to death. I was shocked and had some special questions."

"Little friend Yan's strength is astonishing. This old man admires it very much, but the martial arts you display, little friend Yan, looks familiar to me."

Yan Zhaoge's expression didn't change, but his heart was slightly awe-inspiring: "Can he recognize Fan Tianshu and Fan Tianyin?"

But Bai Ziming continued to say: "Little friend Yan's palm is magnificent and domineering, giving people an invincible power."

"Old man, I have seen other people perform similar palm techniques before, and they are also very outstanding, but it seems that you are not as overbearing and majestic as Xiaoyou Yan..."

Yan Zhaoge felt relieved when he heard that he did not recognize Fan Tianyin.

But the more I listened, the more it felt wrong.

Bai Ziming didn't recognize his Fantian Seal, but the Guangcheng Tianzhang!

Besides himself, who else has he seen Guangcheng Tianzhang?

As soon as his heart moved, Yan Zhaoge's eyes froze immediately, and his breathing even paused undetectably. (To be continued.) uFor more exciting novels, welcome to visit our reading institute