In the safe area of ​​Super Hunter Club, Alexander, who was obese in shape, no longer had the same appearance as his boss as before. He was hunching his body and carrying a plate of stewed venison to a table in the room.

Yesterday at noon, a helicopter suddenly landed at them. At first he thought it was a wealthy man who came here to hunt, but he didn't expect that four people got off the plane and quickly killed all his subordinates, leaving him alone, and used them like servants.

"Two guys, the meat is ready!"

Alexander smiled charmingly.

At this time, there were two people sitting at the dining table, a young Chinese man in his 30s, who was Sikong Liang, the eldest son of the Sikong family.

Opposite Sikong Liang, there was an old Japanese man wearing a kimono and clogs. He was the famous swordsman Qianmu Xifeng, the famous swordsman in Japan.

Sikong Liang waved his hand to Alexander, "You go out first."

After Alexander left the room, Sikong Liang said to Qianmu Xifeng with a worried look on his face: "Mr. Qianmu, the great wizard and the leader Kou have not come back yet. Do you think something will happen to them?"

Qianmu Xifeng picked up the wine glass in front of him, took a sip, and said, "It shouldn't be true. I am still very clear about the cultivation of the two of them. It is more than enough to deal with a young man below the ground level.

Especially Saudin's black witchcraft is simply unpredictable for ordinary warriors."

"But they have been out for more than a day, and there is no news at all until now."

Sikong Liang knew that Qianmu Xifeng’s words made sense. Whether it was Sauding or Kou Haichuan, his cultivation level could definitely crush Tang Han. But for some reason, he always felt a sense of not being very down-to-earth in his heart.

"It is very difficult to find someone in this big forest. Maybe they haven't found the trace of that little guy yet."

Qianmu Xifeng said.

Sikong Liang shook his head, "Mr. Qianmu, this Tang Han is very difficult to deal with. If you can follow my advice and take action with them, that is the safest way."

Qianmu Xifeng looked up at Sikong Liang and said lightly: "Mr. Sikong, I am the sword saint of Japan. This time I was able to come to China entirely because of your promise. If you hadn't promised to help me drive Qianmu to China, I wouldn't have taken action against a young man.

The only one who can let us attack in the world today is the Wolf Warrior of the past. If you ask several of us masters to join forces to deal with a junior who is about 20 years old, we really can't afford to lose this person if it spreads out."

Sikong Liang frowned and said, "Mr. Qianmu, I know what you said makes sense, but this Tang Han is definitely not as simple as it seems.

I've tried him a few times before, and before each move, I feel that I've overestimated him, but the result of the move is a complete failure. There is no way, so I invited you from Japan."

After hearing Sikong Liang's words, a trace of contempt flashed across Qianmu Xifeng's face, "Master Sikong has been worried too much. He is just a little guy whose cultivation has not reached the heavenly level. How big a storm can he cause?

I guess he is either dead under the black witchcraft of Saudin, or he is killed by the Sky Sword. He has no chance of resisting in front of our masters of this level."

At this moment, the door of the room was kicked open from outside with a slam, and a faint voice said, "Old Japanese, you guessed it wrong!"

Tang Han walked into the room with great strides, pulled a chair and sat at the table, reached out and grabbed the bottle of wine in front of Sikong Liang and drank it all.

"The wine is good!" He threw the bottle out casually, looked up at Sikong Liang and said, "Master Sikong, I didn't expect you to be so persistent. I didn't steal your wife, and I even brought people to the Ice Bear Country."

Sikong Liang's expression changed drastically. Qianmu Xifeng just said that Tang Han would definitely die, but in a blink of an eye, he sat in front of him. Is this saying that Sauding and Kou Haichuan are already in danger?

Tang Han seemed to see his thoughts and said with a playful look on his face: "Don't guess, the two helpers you have found are already waiting for you at the King of Hell. Now they are fighting. The master is three missing one, waiting for you to come over and get your hands together. Do I need it and I will send you over now?"

Qianmu Xifeng looked at the young man who broke in, his eyes flashed with bright light. He felt the powerful aura of integration with the heaven and earth from Tang Han. It seemed that Sikong Liang was wrong. This was obviously a master at the peak of the heavenly level.

Then a surging fighting spirit burned in his eyes, which was a completely worthy of his attack.

"Chinese, dare you fight me!" Qianmu Xifeng shouted to Tang Han.

"Why don't you dare!" Tang Han just stabilized his cultivation level at the peak of the heavenly level and was about to find someone to practice. The old Japanese said that he would certainly refuse.

He turned his head and said to Sikong Liang: "Master Sikong, wait until I go and cook this old Japanese devil. I will have a good chat with you when I come back."

The room could not be opened, so Tang Han and Qianmu Xifeng walked out the door together.

Sikong Liang sat there with a gloomy expression on his face. He soon gritted his teeth and walked out of the room.

He and Qianmu Xifeng are now grasshoppers tied to a rope. If Qianmu Xifeng was really defeated, Tang Han would never give him any good fruits.

Qianmu Xifeng came to an open land, pulled out a long sword from his waist, and said to Tang Han: "This sword cuts off the water and has been with me for 50 years. Today I want to use it to drink your blood."

His sword was about three and a half feet long, and his body was like a pool of autumn water, exuding a chill, and it was obvious that it was a priceless sword.

Tang Han's face showed a hint of disdain. He raised his hand and the dragon-slaying dagger appeared in his hand.

After rapidly improving his cultivation, the Dragon Slaying Dagger has turned into a giant sword about two meters long and about 20 cm wide.

As a magical artifact, the huge pressure emitted by the Dragon Slaying Dagger actually made the broken water flow in Qianmu Xifeng's hand tremble.

"Do you do it!" Tang Han said coldly.

Those who set up traps to deal with the Wolf Warriors had killed Bonachai and Saudin one after another. If Qianmu Xifeng was killed today, it would be considered that the merit was complete.

Qianmu Xifeng originally wanted to hold his own identity and let Tang Han take the move first, but under the huge pressure of the Dragon Slaying Dagger, he still gave up this pride and waved the broken water in his hand and flowed towards Tang Hanqiang and slashed it first.

As the sword saint of Japan, after taking action, he was full of power, and the broken water flow brought a phantom to stab Tang Han's chest.

This sword looked plain, but it brought a sharp whistle in the air, with amazing power and speed as fast as lightning.

Tang Han's heart moved slightly. If he hadn't broken through to the peak of the heavenly level, according to his previous cultivation level, he would probably not be able to even block this sword.

But it is already very different at this time. They are all at the peak of the heavenly level. Who is afraid of whom?

He did not dodge at all, waved the dragon-slaying dagger in his hand, and hit Duan Shuiliu with a knife.
Chapter completed!