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Chapter two hundred and sixteen different colors of the sky

The martial arts art must be profound and profound, but it is already the greatest limit that can be developed by the physical functions of a mortal in the world and its use. The cultivation arts can more comprehensively stimulate the human body, exhaust all the techniques to stimulate all the potentials and relationships between potentials that can be discovered to reach a higher level, and can also practice through experience. This is not available to all the laws of the past world. The benefits brought by the accumulation of qualitative changes are to cross the realm of martial arts. For example, some of the legendary advanced cultivation arts are because they do not know how many states they have accumulated and how many states they have crossed, and the quantity and qualitative changes are changed by a hundred times, thousands, thousands, tens of millions, billions of times... they cannot be exhausted. This is the difference between the skill of practicing cultivation and the martial arts arts in the world. One practices, the other practices.

"Swoosh, swosh!" In the air, the bones in the bandit Zhang Han's body were rushing endlessly, and they were even more changing.

But for a few moments, his figures passed frequently and he had already left the place far away. I don’t know how many streets he had crossed. "Swoosh!" As he was galloping, he ran on the streets of crowds of people, soared over the sky and slid as if he had entered a land of no one. At this moment, the bandit Zhang Han was indeed too fast, and he had a very good physique and extremely brute force support. The reason for running and profession, his leaping technique had long been the same as the speed of martial arts masters. Now, some of the remaining cultivation aura unexpectedly obtained from Xuan Zhenfan, of course, the speed can be imagined.

However, just as the bandit Zhang Han was chaotic when he was looking up at the sky, a white figure suddenly appeared in the sky of Taihu City. It was so powerful when he looked up.

At this moment, in the air, Duyuan, there was no action. The bandit Zhang Han had a draw with the monk from the Western Regions while carrying a treasure. Instead, he paid slight attention to the bandit Zhang Han. However, at this moment, an abnormality appeared in the sky in the distance, so he flew into that direction.

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"Is it the spiritual illusion caused by this external aura?" The bandit Zhang Han looked up and was confused. With his longing, his admiration had not yet grown. The white shadow that seemed to have and without sudden emptiness suddenly disappeared into the void. Because in the distance, there was a figure, a white figure, a huge figure, and a sudden emptiness figure, but it disappeared immediately.

Just as the bandit Zhang Han was puzzled and came back to his senses, the broad figure of the Dao spread out, and with a loud "boom!", a loud noise of "Boom!", a inn on the street broke, wood flew across the wood, rocks and rocks cracked, sand and stones and dust filled the sky, and black shadows appeared.

"Junior brother, you take the junior brother away first!"

"Senior Brother!"

"Go away!"

"Swoosh!" A black shadow jumped into the lightning and quickly fled from the place.

"Stop him!" At this moment, the bandit Zhang Han looked at each other from afar. The man who gave the order was the yellow-robed monk in the Western Regions. He had a big battle because of some reason, and the man's greedy expression had long been imprinted in the mind of the bandit Zhang Han.

"Swoosh!" But at this moment, a black shadow quickly came over twenty feet away.

"When will you leave if you don't leave at this moment?" Seeing this, how could the bandit Zhang Han wait to pass away? For nothing else, he has the treasure Xuan Zhenfan, and he really doesn't know why this drama was so good.

"Where to go!" As the bandit Zhang Han jumped into the air, there was indeed another urgent order to stop him.

"It's really for the treasure!" The bandit Zhang Han was secretly surprised when he heard this, and he jumped away without any scruples. Within three feet, he really used a little force, "Swoosh swish swish swish!" But just as the bandit Zhang Han thought so, a black figure suddenly appeared beside him. To be honest, there were two people. Could it be that they were misunderstandings? Just as the bandit Zhang Han looked at it, his speed gradually slowed down.

It turned out that although there was only a black shadow beside him, the black shadow man in front of him was carrying a child on his back, and he was even more capable of flying speed than himself. However, he was in doubt. Not far behind him, the brilliance was storming, flying sand and stones, and a man in black in the distance was trapped, probably to delay the rear for the person beside him.

While running wildly, the man in black on the left was suddenly happy and said, "Bandit Zhang Han?"

"Why do you know me?" In amazement, the bandit Zhang Han was still running like thunder.

"I'm not familiar with each other, but how can the donor forget it without intention to help him!"

"Who are you?" The bandit Zhang Han tried hard to recall.

"Why do you have to be acquainted when you meet again? This way, it will confirm the cause and effect."

"What does it mean..." Zhang Han, the powerful king who was so anxious, was even more puzzled. But just as he was guessing, he saw the man in black throwing his hands in front of him, and the bandit Zhang Han was also instinctively grabbed the child with one hand and directly grabbed the child into his arms.

"Donor, I'll leave it to you!" After saying that, the man in black flew backwards.

"What's the situation!" At this moment, the bandit Zhang Han looked with his eyes. The man in black in the distance had already had no palm power. The man in black who flew backwards and crossed the palm of his palm from afar and "boomed" two unparalleled gale winds from afar.

"Don't worry, just flash people!" Seeing this, the bandit Zhang Han jumped away.

After running for a long time, the bandit Zhang Han saw that there was no one behind him, so he landed in a high ground in the forest and untied the little boy's vagina. Although this untied some memorials, it was not difficult to rely on the wonderful use of Xuan Zhenfan.

"donor!"

"Are you?" He was puzzled all the time, and the bandit Zhang Han couldn't help but be curious at the moment. He pulled open his eyes. There was no doubt that a bare little boy appeared in front of the bandit Zhang Han, and immediately said in surprise, "Little monk?"

"So, the little monk's Dharma name is Hongren!"

Although the bandit Zhang Han had never had a good impression of the foreign sect, he was still curious and asked, "Hongren, what happened!"

"You haven't told me what your name is?"

"Zhang Han!"

"Uncle Zhang, can you take me to a place?"

"Where are you afraid that I am a bad person, let alone why I want to help you!"

"Uncle Zhang, I actually know you!"

"Oh, it seems that what the man in black said is true!?" The bandit Zhang Han was even more unsuspecting.

"Uncle Zhang, I think my junior brother will give me peace of mind to you, because of this reason!" But just as Tong Hongren explained, a yellow figure suddenly emerged from the jungle from afar, which was the monk from the Western Regions.

"You're not surrender?"

"Let's go!" Seeing this, the powerful bandit Zhang Han took a deep breath and immediately took Hongren back and flew away. By doing this, the bandit Zhang Han was not really afraid of the yellow-robed monk in the Western Region, but had always wanted to find an opportunity to fight him alone in the sub-region, but because Hongren said before, he gave up this idea for the time being.

When the monks in the Western Regions were chasing him relentlessly, they actually failed to gain any advantage in speed. At first, they said palely, "Bandit Zhang Han, now you have such a chance to make up for your merits, but you don't know!"

"You are so stupid. If you hadn't been tolerant, you would have died under my kick!" Zhang Han, a powerful bandit, was a little funny when he heard this.
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