Chapter 137 Mid-count

He pinched it gently with his finger, and the envelope opened.

Looking at the beautiful handwriting on the letter paper, Yan Song couldn't help standing up: "There is such a thing! It's so sinister!"

At this moment, a disciple rushed in in panic: "Master, it's not good! Brother Ban Xuan..."

"Don't say it!" Yan Song's old face was dark, and he raised a hand to interrupt him: "I know everything!"

Hua Yao feels that although he can understand Pan Hongsheng's thoughts, sometimes he also feels that Pan Hongsheng has an unknown side.

After this change, he didn't care at all! In that calm expression, there seems to be a message.

According to the experience of the flower demon, the more Pan Hongsheng is like this, the more dangerous Pan Hongsheng is!

"Return the same way?" The flower demon looked at Pan Hongsheng's face and was ready to start the plane.

"No! Go to the Kuntong faction!" Pan Hongsheng's eyes were bright, as if everything had been clear!

There are more than 40 hours before Chenji's next game, and it will take at least three days to go to Kuntong, Gansu! Hua Yao was stunned for a moment and was ready to take off. She didn't understand why Pan Hongsheng was suddenly so relieved about his game.

"Sometimes, you have to make him understand a truth." Pan Hongsheng said quietly, "If everything always includes the help of others, it must be bloody. Others can help you for a while, but it's only for a while..."

The reason why Pan Hongsheng can be so far ahead of his peers is that he understood this truth very early. The price of understanding this truth is the old man's various training and tests day after year.

At first, he thought that the old man was humane, but when he was able to deal with everything, he realized that this was the most precious asset.

When their small passenger plane appeared in front of Kuntong Mountain, it caused a small disturbance.

Countless Kuntong disciples, dressed in strong clothes and holding sticks and knives, surrounded the plane with a tense posture!

Pan Hongsheng took a look from the window of the plane. These Kongtong disciples are mostly 20-25-old men. All of them are Kong Wu's powerful, and several of them even have a certain internal cultivation.

Pan Hongsheng smiled and motioned the flower demon to open the hatch of the plane.

As soon as he jumped off the plane, Pan Hongsheng was immediately surrounded by these people! He Sheng, the leader, pointed to Pan Hongsheng and shouted, "Who broke into Kongtong without permission? Do you know that this is a forbidden place!"

"I'm Pan Hongsheng, I have something to talk to you..."

Before Pan Hongsheng finished speaking, He Sheng shouted first, "Joke! There are many people in the world who want to see my master. Can I see him if I want to?

His face suddenly changed, as if he suddenly remembered something: "Are you Pan Hongsheng? The one who defeated our disciples a few days ago is your apprentice?"

"That's right! It's me!" Pan Hongsheng held his head and straightened his chest, and there was still that kind of iconic smile on his face as if nothing had happened: "It's common to win or lose in the competition in the ring. You can't afford to lose, can you?"

He Sheng sneered and pointed to Pan Hongsheng with his hand: "Don't be complacent. It's really easy to break the iron shoes without any place to find! We are looking for you if you don't come! Who can believe that you, these students who have not received formal training, can defeat our good hands? You must have used some tricks and hidden tricks! Everyone said, right?!"

"Yes!" The emotions of the disciples of Kuntong were suddenly mobilized, and they waved the weapons in their hands and shouted one after another, and they were about to rush forward!

"Chive it all!"

With a break, hundreds of people in the practice square in front of the mountain trembled! I saw the head Yan Song slowly coming over under the crowd of several disciples who entered the room.

Everyone flashed out a path one after another. The leader really had the prestige of the leader, and he was silent immediately after arriving at the scene.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" Yan Song looked at Pan Hongsheng with a strange look, as if he wanted to read this person directly with his eyes.

"I was plotted at school, and someone put the poisonous snake in the mail..."

"Does this have anything to do with your visit?"

Pan Hongsheng looked at each other quietly: "The address is written in the small town near here. Although I won your apprentice in my ring, I don't have to do this kind of thing, right?"

"What are you farting about?" Yan Song suddenly became angry: "My apprentice was plotted on the way back! Dead and injured! Didn't you do this? Instead, you came to the villain to sue first! Looking for death!"

Without Pan Hongsheng's reaction, Yan Song has jumped over. It's strange that ordinary martial arts practitioners understand that the body is in the air, and it is impossible to dodge or adjust the posture according to the enemy's next action. Leaving the ground with both feet is actually a taboo in martial arts.

But Yan Song's move is very short in the air, and he can't see it clearly with the naked eye! Kicked directly at Pan Hongsheng!

"Ghost kills the legs!" He Sheng beside him was shocked! He didn't expect his master to use such a fierce move when he came up! This is one of the secret martial arts that only disciples can practice. Although Yan Song has taught himself, his talent is too poor to master at all.

But seeing that Pan Hongsheng did not dodge, he actually blocked this foot with his chest!

Yan Song did not stop, and after the ghost killed a series of legs, there was a series of magic flower fists!

Pan Hongsheng is terrible! I didn't expect that the penetrating boxing method I had encountered came from Kuntong!

It's just that the magic boxing I learned from the thirteen killers before is just a shrinking version of this kind of magic flower boxing, and the penetration and boxing speed are not compared with this superior boxing!

Huajiaquan is a compulsory course for every senior Kongtong disciple. Each disciple is slightly the same. However, today, when he saw the leader sacrifice this move, he sighed: Yan Song, an old man in his sixties, is many times lighter than an ordinary young man, just like a swallow, gently beside Pan Hongsheng. Waving his wings, the light boxing inadvertently carried a strong killing, and the boxing wind enveloped Pan Hongsheng's whole body in an instant!

"Good! The leader played well!" The unknown disciples next to him all cheered, but the disciples who knew how to enter the room were ashes.

Good job, sister! The leader almost took out all his skills, jumping and jumping, and he didn't even move his feet! It's clear at a glance!

Although on the scene, it was a tiger and a wind. But He Sheng's heart has thumped: What a strong young man! It seems that he is only in his early twenties. How can he have such a skill? If it goes on like this... Let's go and invite Master Bai Qionghai!

Bai Qionghai is a famous person who got the legendary Chinese martial artist and the true biography of Mr. Yan Xianxia. In order to study the top martial arts left by Yan Xianxia, he handed over the gate to his brother Yan Song to take care of, and he chose to retreat behind closed doors.

When he rolled and crawled to the front of Shishan, where Bai Qionghai lived in seclusion, he saw his master Bai Qionghai sitting in the scorching sun, with his eyes closed and meditating.

He Sheng felt a little surprised, because he came here three days ago to ask his master.

This is the posture of Bai Qionghai!

For three days, he hasn't moved an inch! Even the bowls and chopsticks around him did not move at all, and the food in the bowl had been air-dried.

"Master! It's not a big deal! Someone came up the mountain! Master, he can't resist it!" He Sheng shouted especially miserably.

However, the other party is like a stone, without saying a word; it seems that he can't even breathe...

"Master! Master! The other party was really too powerful. The master tried his best, and the other party's feet did not move at all!"

He Sheng was stunned, because he saw that there was no blood on his master Bai Qionghai's face and had been exposed to the sun outside for a long time. This was not the pain that ordinary people could bear.

He even had a terrible idea: Master... dead?

With courage, he timidly stretched out his hand and gently stabbed the other party.

"Get out of here!" Bai Qionghai scolded angrily: "I'm breaking the key part of the secret! Don't bother me!"

After saying that, one finger and one shot in the air! The air in his fingers was like an invisible arrow, instantly piercing the other party's shoulder!

"Master, what's wrong with you?" He Sheng knew that Bai Qionghai seemed to have a strange mind, and he didn't dare to say more about how to roll and crawl, and how to roll and crawl away.

When he returned to the square, he saw a riot: "Master, did you lose? How is that possible?!"

When I opened the crowd and saw my master, Yan Song, nicknamed Kuntong, had fallen to the ground unconscious, and the rest of the disciples were standing there in a daze.

"What are you still doing?! This man killed the leader and avenged the leader!" At this time, a strange smile appeared on He Sheng's face. He stood behind and asked a disciple to apply medicine for him. He smiled and watched the tide-like Kongtong disciple rush to Pan Hongsheng...

Behind him, I don't know when there were a few more mysterious people in cyan practice clothes.