Chapter 29 Chief Instructor of Huangpu

"Keep up."

Qin Yang did not hesitate. A strong soul beyond the third level is definitely something that excites him. Although hell is only just beginning at present, it is also an exciting fact to communicate with a high-level soul. The three men behind him also accelerated their pace. The girl held the wooden box and took several people left and right in the whole antique street. Qin Yang could find her exact position with the help of yin and yang eyes, but the three men in black disappeared.

I don't know how long she ran. Finally, in an empty place, the girl stopped and gasped. That's it. Her hands still reported the wooden box tightly for fear of being robbed by others.

It seemed to notice someone behind her. The girl turned around flexibly, looked directly at Qin Yang, and said, "Who are you?"

"Wow, what a beautiful little girl." Qin Yang was stunned. There was no flaws on his white jade body, and the fullness of his chest made people's blood boil, especially the two buds, which made Qin Yang feel the fire in his abdomen. He was busy to remove the yin and yang eyes. If he looked at it, it would definitely be a big deal. At this time, he was in the mood to look at the girl's face, and his cheeks were red with a little sweat. Tong is like a ripe apple, which is fascinating. The little mouth gently opens and gasps, but it has a different taste.

"Who are you?"

The girl subconsciously took a step back and felt that there was no cover in his eyes.

Qin Yang coughed to hide his embarrassment and said, "I'm not a bad person. Don't worry, I'm just interested in the box in your hand."

"Daw." The girl scolded softly and held the box tighter. Before Qin Yang could speak, she rushed forward and jumped up and kicked it. Qin Yang could feel the roaring wind. It can be seen that the girl's strength was so strong that she quickly stepped back: "Don't do it, I'm just." However, the girl didn't listen. A series of attacks came, the movements were flowing, and the source was full of murder. There was almost no room for one punch and one move.

Qin Yang didn't want to do it, so he had to retreat one after another.

"Damn, I think you're a woman. I don't do it. Don't take an inch." Qin Yang looked at her nose and couldn't help cursing.

The girl raised her eyebrows, and a tiger rushed forward, and the palms mixed with great force patted him on his abdomen. Qin Yang was furious, turned his hands over and grabbed her wrist. The girl was stunned, but then Qin Yang felt that the girl's wrist had a strange force, as if to break free from his shackles and sneered. The manic power swept over the whole body in an instant, and even bursts of crackling sounds could be heard. All the girl's strength was squeezed in an instant, and she fell to the ground with a pain.

Qin Yang collected his strength, shook his neck and said, "I told you not to do it. I really don't know what's good or not."

"Hm?"

Almost at this moment, Qin Yang felt a gust of wind behind him. Suddenly, he grabbed the girl and rushed forward, avoiding the attack behind. When he looked at it, he saw the three men in black suits looking for him, and it was one of them who did it. Seeing that they were even more unreasonable, Qin Yang was burning in anger and absorbed the huge power brought by the 700 undead and surged all over his body again. Even under the sun, he could faintly see the black smoke swallowing 36,000 pores all over his body.

"mlgb!"

Qin Yang roared and rushed up with brute force. The guy opposite did not pay attention to him. There was obviously a disdainful smile at the corners of his mouth. His right foot kicked the ground, and the huge force gathered on his right fist and rushed up. Qin Yang could not tolerate his arrogance. He punched hard. He only heard a few clicks, and the opposite guy's face instantly Twisted, the whole right arm is shaking slightly.

Lao Qin sent his foot up again and kicked the sneaking guy out three or four meters away.

"Monster?" When the girl behind saw this scene, the corners of her mouth twitched. The strength of these three guys was not low, but there was no chance to counteract in front of Qin Yang? Looking at the guy struggling to get up, Qin Yang had already stepped forward. The other two accomplices were shocked and rushed up in a hurry to attack Qin Yang left and right. Qin Yang took a step back in panic.

"Let's go."

The guy who was kicked to the ground stopped the attack of his accomplices and hurriedly escaped by them. Qin Yang did not catch up with him. He spat and scolded, "Bao, if you don't show your power, do you think I'm a sick cat? I don't know what to do."

Looking at Qin Yang, who scolded the street shrew, the girl felt that her head was not enough. Did this guy turn too fast?

He scolded and felt that he was much more comfortable. He turned around and smiled. He didn't see the ferocious and manic just now. He said with a smile, "Little sister, let me see the box in your arms, okay? I promise not to take it away. Of course, if you don't let me see it, I will knock you unconscious and leave you here.

"Shameless." The girl scolded angrily.

But looking around, there was indeed no possibility of escaping. He hesitated for a moment and handed the box to Qin Yang.

"Thank you very much." Qin Yang took the black son. It was just a sandalwood box without opening. The square box was carved with some exquisite and mysterious patterns. Qin Yang carefully put the box in front of him and stepped back a or two. After the yin and yang eyes were opened, the arrogant figure appeared in front of him at once.

"It can maintain the soul entity, and it can also have strong fluctuating energy. It is definitely a five-level undead." The housekeeper was not excited at this time: "You try to communicate with him. A five-level undead is a great help to you."

Qin Yang nodded, looked at the arrogant figure, took a deep breath, and said, "Which senior are you?"

"Can you talk to me?" The voice of this five-level soul is directly reflected in his mind: "Are you also a soul?"

"No, no, I'm still alive, just for some special reasons, well, it can be psychic." Qin Yang shook his head quickly, and at the same time, he stopped making a sound, but had a spiritual communication: "I just happened to notice your existence, so I kept up. You are the first conscious undead I have ever seen. The rest of the levels are too low to even transform your body.

"Oh?" The undead was obviously interested. He looked at Qin Yang carefully and said, "You are very strange. There is a power that can attract me, but this power is too weak, but I can feel that it is growing."

"That's hell." Qin Yang simply said, "It's the place where the dead live, but at present, my hell level can't afford your existence. I don't know who the senior is?"

"My name is Han Mufeng, and I am the chief teaching officer of Huangpu." Speaking of this, a trace of pride flashed in Han Mufeng's eyes.

"Huangpu, Chief Instructor."

Qin Yang swallowed his saliva. What are you kidding? He turned out to be a person decades ago, and the weight was not light. Then he asked, "Han, Instructor Han, I want to know why you are in this box?"

"I don't know." Han Mufeng said cheerfully: "After the 32 Japanese special forces died in World War II, I have been in this box. I can't leave or communicate. I didn't expect that there would finally be someone who could see me today."

"It turned out to be a national hero." Qin Yang carefully flattered and said, "Then I don't know if Instructor Han Mufeng has considered leaving this box?"

"You want me to enter the hell of your mind, right?" Han Mufeng smiled and said, "Your strength is too weak."

After being said like this, Qin Yang suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. Indeed, a powerful five-level undead, the hell level is only one level. There are too many differences. If you want to reach the fifth-level hell, the number of undeads needed is simply countless. If you want to recruit this powerful undead, it is indeed far away. Han Muxia said: " But if you can take good care of my descendants, I can go to hell after your strength improves.

"Your descendants?" Qin Yang subconsciously looked at the girl behind him and said, "Is that her?"

"Not bad." Han Mufeng's eyes revealed a kind of tenderness: "She is the only descendant of my eldest brother and the last child of my Han family in Huangpu. If you can take good care of her, I can help you."

"Help me?" Qin Yang was stunned.

Han Mufeng said, "The strength in your body is extremely huge, but you only know how to use it. Although I am a military instructor, I have also learned some Chinese martial arts from my eldest brother, but I can teach you."

"Who is your eldest brother?" Qin Yang asked curiously, looking at his proud face after he mentioned his eldest brother.

Han Mufeng said loudly, "Chief Instructor of Huangpu National Art, Han Muxia!"

"mlgb, it's a big deal." Qin Yang was stunned.

Han Muxia, who is Han Muxia? The most important thing about the top ten masters in the late Qing Dynasty is that when Mr. Zhou first entered Huangpu to learn the art of physical fitness, he was a teacher of Han Muxia! That is to say, the man in front of him is the old man's uncle.