Genius Sword Immortal - Chapter 347

[Chapter 347 The Big Divine Fist Han Zhiwu]

Of course, Ye Feng wanted to kill Xu Xiaoyu he met here. After all, he was also one of the main persons in charge of this fairy capture operation.

But when Ye Feng just approached the passage hub, he suddenly turned his eyes and saw an extremely burly and strong man walking in the other passage. He was about fifty years old. Like Xu Xiaoyu at this time, he was wearing a The fiery red shirt is actually Han Zhiwu, the famous Beidou Shenquan from Shenquan.

The sect uniforms of Shenquan Sect are fiery red shirts, because their mountain gate is located in the cave of Chicheng Mountain, and the martial arts of Shenquan Sect are fiercely ahead, fiery red is the color that best represents their sect.

Han Zhiwu’s fists are bigger than sandbags. At first glance, he is a master of boxing. His face is full of beards like Wolverine, and his lines are rough. He is an extremely tough guy.

He has a hundred years of cultivation.

The moment he saw him, Ye Feng stopped and hid aside.

Comparing one hundred years of cultivation with ninety-five years of cultivation, the gap is not even a star. , there is definitely a big difference.

At least Ye Feng felt a clear difference between Li Xuan and Chen Jianxiong.

Facing Li Xuan, he still had the confidence to fight against him, but facing Chen Jianxiong, he immediately felt the gap. There is nothing wrong with snatching a piece of Chunyang Treasure Mirror, but if Ye Feng and Chen Jianxiong are to fight head-on, it is absolutely impossible to defeat the opponent.

According to Ye Wentian, a martial artist who has reached a hundred years of cultivation will have very sensitive facial features, and will experience great changes in all aspects of his body. Even if Ye Feng can hide his breath, once the movement is too big or too close, he will definitely be discovered by the other party.

Ye Feng hid aside and quietly observed the situation in front of him.

“Lao Xu, the last batch of things hasn’t arrived yet?”

The strong Han Zhiwu came over with two disciples of the Divine Fist Sect, and asked a question impatiently.

“It’s not here yet, just wait patiently.”

Xu Xiaoyu has a calm personality and is cunning and cunning. He didn’t suffer as much as Long Moran in the East China Sea. In this situation, the white-bearded old man is unwilling to act rashly, just to be on the safe side.

“Hmph, if you want me to tell you, just rush in and grab that little bitch, why don’t you wait for those bullshit?”

Han Zhiwu snorted, gasping for a burst of hot air from his thick nostrils, looking very dissatisfied.

“Absolutely, let’s stay safe and let the Tang family take the lead.”

Xu Xiaoyu quickly stopped and said.

“Lao Xu, you are good at everything, but you are too timid.”

Han Zhiwu raised his fist as big as a sandbag, and a confident smile appeared on his bearded face: “If the Tang family succeeds then, wouldn’t the credit be all theirs? I, Han Zhiwu, are not cowards. Fight, definitely rush to the front!”

After listening to Han Zhiwu’s words, Xu Xiaoyu smiled bitterly.

This guy is still the same, with such an impulsive temper. Fortunately, he has been more obedient recently, otherwise he would have screwed up this matter today…

“East Sea Fairy, tsk tsk.”

Han Zhiwu was fantasizing something in his mind, a lewd look appeared on his face from time to time, and Xu Xiaoyu, who was watching him, hated him.

Xu Xiaoyu is already old, and he is already powerless in terms of women’s sex, and he has long lost his thoughts, but Han Zhiwu is different.

Han Zhiwu was an orphan adopted by Shenquan Sect in the early years. He was very talented in martial arts, so he spent a lot of effort to cultivate him, so he could have a hundred years of cultivation in his fifties.

There is no other example of such a person in the whole arena. Even the head of the Long family, Long Moran, has not risen so fast, because Han Zhiwu alone has spent hundreds of years of savings in the entire sect of Shenquan Sect. Treasures of heaven and earth…

Han Zhiwu, who is in his fifties, has recently been like a wolf like a tiger in that respect. He naturally has some evil thoughts about the beautiful fairy of the East China Sea.

A group of Divine Fist disciples wearing fiery red shirts gathered in the passage hub, causing Ye Feng to hesitate a bit. Should he move forward or wait for a while? If they wait for the last batch of sedative guns to arrive, maybe the arrest of Su Feiying will begin…

Zhao Beiping and Ling Chen floated silently behind Ye Feng without saying a word.

What Ye Feng asked them to do, they did what they did. Besides that, their only thing was to cultivate. For soul cultivators, cultivation not only determines their strength, but also their lifespan, so they have to work harder than anyone else in their cultivation.

Ye Feng was struggling to decide whether to move forward or not, trying to get around, but at this moment, he felt a familiar aura coming from a passage in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar and wonderful fairy voice came into his ears: “Cooperation as a teacher to deal with them.”

Master?

Ye Feng froze in his heart, quickly straightened his mind, and watched intently.

Of course he couldn’t see where Su Feiying was now, but he could feel that Su Feiying was nearby, and he hated this group of people from Shenquan Sect. For Su Feiying, of course, to deal with the hated people until they are all killed, unless the opponent’s power is not something she can fight against.

For example, in the Mo family in Nanling, Su Feiying had nothing to do, but the wretched and strong Han Zhiwu in front of him was nothing compared to the Mo family in Nanling.

“Master wants my help. It seems that he was seriously injured. Otherwise, Han Zhiwu and Xu Xiaoyu are not her enemies at all…”

Ye Feng thought in his heart, and immediately lost his scruples, and suddenly showed his body shape.

“Haha, grandchildren, what are you doing here?”

He swaggered out of the passageway, and appeared in front of a group of people in Shenquan Sect wearing a black shirt.

His purpose, of course, was to first attract the attention of the group of people in front of him, and then let Su Feiying take the opportunity. With Su Feiying’s cultivation, the attack power of launching immortal techniques is many times stronger than his. As long as she is given a little time, she can definitely kill a guy like Han Zhiwu in one move.

How long has it been since you cooperated with Master to fight?

Ye Feng couldn’t remember a little bit, but when he took a step forward and stood firmly in front of Han Zhiwu and Xu Xiaoyu, there was a surge of blood and impulse in his heart.

Su Feiying accepted him as a disciple, so that he could help her one day? She even helped her fight against the Mo family in Nanling. Unfortunately, before that, the two of them had teleported to Earth together with the Demon Lord Huoyun…

“Ye Feng?”

Xu Xiaoyu and Han Zhiwu’s expressions changed at the same time.

Xu Xiaoyu’s face became extremely bad, as if he had thought of some possibility, while Han Zhiwu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

“Is this kid Ye Feng? He looks fine-skinned and tender, but Long Moran actually fell into this kid’s hands?”

Han Zhiwu grinned, clenched a pair of iron fists that were bigger than sandbags, and made a sound of “keep” and “keep”, which shows that his cultivation is profound!