Huh ~

It seemed that a cold wind mixed with a hot stream came to my face, and the aftermath of the war had not yet subsided.

Looking at the smoke and dust that remained scattered above the palace, the people watching the battle everywhere in the city were all speechless and speechless for a long time.

Those who can see these two great masters confronting each other are not ordinary people, and there are even many who have achieved great success in blood exchange and even master-level warriors.

They can be regarded as masters in the northwest road and even in the world, and they can be regarded as the most powerful person in the prefecture.

However, when I witnessed this scene that was like a collision between immortals and gods, my mind was swaying and I was greatly impacted.

Is this still a human?

"It's over, this is much faster than expected. This King of Northwest is indeed..."

On the tall buildings in the north of the city, Han Yue San people stroked their long beards and sighed slightly.

Feeling the familiar breath dissipating, the cold moon dissipated, people had no sorrow or joy. This scene was vaguely seen by him many years ago, but it was not as clear as it is today.

There may be differences in small things, but the big things are very different from what he sees.

The disciples behind him looked at each other, leaning their feet and looking for it, and they were unavailable.

"what happened?"

"Master, is this, is it over?"

The pretty female disciple pulled her master's cuff and kept asking:

"Who, who won?"

Han Yue Sanren pondered and said nothing, an older disciple had already returned to her:

"Then we need to say it? Our master has always been on the side of the winner. Since he took action, naturally, the Northwest King won!"

The other disciples also agreed.

Compared with the others in the city, they all know who the winner is from beginning to end. This determination is based on their teachers for more than a hundred years and never has any wrong judgment.

"Eight generations are united, and luck is added. He shouldn't have been like this. Unfortunately, he cherishes himself too much, but he doesn't understand that there are few times of struggles in life..."

Looking at the smoke that had not dispersed in the palace, Han Yue San shook his head slightly:

"It's not unfair to his defeat!"

The future is uncertain. Whether it is him, other ten masters who know magical powers, Taoism, or even his master, Sanxiaosan Ren, can see nothing but fragments of truth or falsehood.

Only by corresponding to reality, review and deduction can you see a glimpse of the future.

In fact, in this battle, the Black Mountain Old Demon's victory was far greater than the rising Northwest King. However, if you really fight, it depends not only on the level of cultivation.

The old demon has been practicing for eight hundred years and has changed himself for seven years. Even though he was once a heroic spirit of devouring mountains and rivers, now he is too obsessed with weighing and being cautious.

Being cautious is not bad.

However, when it comes to the real decision, if you still have this idea, it will be exactly what Zhang Xuanba commented on him back then.

‘Take great things and cherish your body…’

Han Yue San sighed, but the other disciples felt nothing. After looking around, they said carefully:

"Master, the wind is in the city, we..."

"I'm afraid I can't leave."

Han Yue Sanren shook his head slightly.

He was going to leave, at least, he didn't want to stay in Northwest City at this moment, he just...

He sighed slightly, and he casually found a table and chair to sit down, clapped his hands, called the shopkeeper to serve a table of meat and vegetables, and took off the gourd at his waist.

Pour a glass for myself and another cup for the open space opposite:

"Since you are here, why don't the prince show up?"

Um?!

Seeing his master pouring wine, the disciples were already a little uneasy. When they heard this, their expressions changed.

They didn't even see it, and noticed it. They just turned around and there was a young man wearing a mysterious suit and a long sword sitting in front of their master.

"Northwest King!"

The disciples exclaimed and retreated repeatedly.

The solemn battle after the war made them tremble. They felt like a steel knife was pressing against their hearts, and they couldn't help but fight.

"Hanyue scatters people."

With an undispersed body of blood and smoke, Yang Yu sat down and swept the Taoist in front of him coldly.

Han Yue San people are very famous in the temples and rivers, and at the same time, they are also extremely mysterious.

He has made his debut for more than three Jiazi, and the masters of the world who are of the same generation are almost dead. There are only a few who know their origins.

What is most well-known is his hobby besides his name as the best hexagram master in the world and the best scholar.

What a beautiful color, what a good wine, what a treasure, what a good weapon, what a good calligraphy and painting...

Holding the wine glass, Han Yue Sanren smiled and let the person in front of him look at him and said slowly:

"The prince is here very quickly."

"If you don't feel good, how can you block the Taoist priest?"

Yang Yu said lightly.

The refining of the seal of sacrificing the body was as rapid as he swallowed any medicine, so that after the battle, he was not tired at all.

After killing the incarnation of the old demon, he immediately locked in the place where Han Yue Sanren was.

He was naturally very curious and afraid of this first hexagram master in the world who had criticized him.

That comment really revealed all his mood and choices at that time.

Hanyue Sanren drank a glass of wine:

"The Dharma eyes are hidden, and the secret is inseparable. The prince possesses such magical powers, which really makes our masters envious..."

The supernatural powers of the ranks cannot be hidden from others. Yang Yu did not think about hiding them. He did not care much about them, but just looked at the person in front of him.

Not shy away at all.

Under the secludedness, the fate of the person in front of him was chaotic, and you could only see the interweaving light inside and the black gas circling.

But in a vague way, Yang Yu smelled a familiar breath on the person in front of him:

"You, the teacher of Sanxiaosanren?"

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly. His memory was always very good. When his thoughts changed, he remembered where the familiar aura came from.

When I was in Mulin Mansion and searching for Xuan Yingzhu, I saw the stone tablet left by Sanxiaosanren in an underground palace.

Inside, he saw Sanxiaosanren and the Taoist boy behind him...

"good."

Han Yue San was a little surprised, but it was just a little bit. Although his identity was mysterious, it was not unknown to anyone.

only……

Without any slightest avoidance, he calculated his fingers in front of Yang Yu, and then his fingertips seemed to explode with huge force, and he suddenly bounced his fingers away:

"you?!"

Now, he was really moved:

"Have you met my teacher?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting contents below! Seeing that he was surprised, Yang Yu felt slightly calm and did not answer, and asked:

"Yang has also studied the tide theory of Sanxiao Real People many times, but there are still some things that I don't know very well. I wonder if I can solve Yang's doubts?"

Staring at his popped fingers and looking at them, Han Yue San suppressed the surprise in his heart and smiled:

"Prince, let's talk?"

"According to what Sanxiao Zhenren said, there are four steps to change the sky, the spiritual tide rises again, hundreds of ghosts walk at night, hundreds of ghosts walk at day, and the fairy mountain reappears..."

As the sky changes, Sanxiaosanren's reputation becomes increasingly greater. The tide theory he wrote is not only large forces, but also many small forces, and even many individual tourists in the world, all of them have a book.

The theory of the four steps of heavenly change has also been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"...Yang doesn't know much about these four steps, and I don't know if he has taught me?"

“…”

If you don't understand anything?

Of course, Han Yue Sanren didn't believe this, but he couldn't help but answer. He knew very well how violent the person in front of him was.

I don't agree with you, I'm afraid...

"In the past, my family master entered an extremely strange fantasy realm of immortals and magic. After returning, he wrote this tide theory without saying a word..."
To be continued...