"...... Senior Brother Huang is a good method." Zhang Hao put down his hand and saved himself from offending Uncle Han. Of course, he had no objection.

"It's not long before I can apologize, and the teacher should be able to think about it."

Huang Fu looked at his palm.

Teacher, you have slapped me for hundreds of years, and I will give you a slap.

But what?

......

Inside and outside Hanlong Inn, a group of martial arts people watched the red light that broke through the air and pulled the burning waves of air, and their expressions changed for a moment, and they were a little stunned.

Is this leaving?

Is the expected war over before it even began?

"Is that all?"

Suddenly, a martial arts figure shook his head in disappointment, feeling quite excited that he was extinguished by cold water as soon as he got up.

I just feel that it's a bit of a slight start.

"You have underestimated Daxia Sun and can't understand what this scene represents."

Seeing that many martial arts people were in a state of urgency, an old man knocked on the tobacco pot and sneered:

"Those who have broken the void and ascended to the sky gate in ancient and modern times either have the divine weapons of heaven and man in their hands, or want to compete with the enemy, burn everything, and gain the inspiration with their lives!

As powerful as the Demon Lord back then, he wanted to fight the world. In the end, he got the help of the ancestor of the king and broke through the gate of heaven and left..."

Speaking of this, the old man kept silent.

It is not good to slander the predecessors. Although the Six Prisons Demon Sect has disappeared, it still has a secret inheritance.

"You mean..."

Someone woke up and was surprised: "Isn't this hero Sun..."

"I didn't say this."

The old man glanced at the few people, left, and flickered a few times, and had disappeared into the yellow sand.

Only a group of martial arts people were left behind, either disappointed or shook their heads and sighed, and some were also thinking about what the old man said.

However, for a moment, no one dispersed, but the sound became louder and various discussions were rampant.

"Okay, boys, let's all disperse!"

A cold shout exploded, like a cold current, covering the inside and outside, more fierce than a sandstorm:

"Why, I have to wait for a few to die to satisfy you?"

When many martial arts people outside Hanlong Inn heard this, they all changed their sarcasm and dared not stay, so they retreated one after another.

"The road to the world is long, everyone will have a chance later!

On the third floor, a hair-dressed snorted coldly, lifted the sword, and flashed and disappeared at Hanlong Inn.

A master like him, even if he fights with others, he is not happy for others to watch.

They came here for the future and for the Tianmen, not to let these wasteful snacks have fun.

"Bigou Tuo is still so violent."

Some Taoist chuckled with a sword and said goodbye to himself.

Since Sun En left, they had no intention of staying, and they would not have the intention of fighting for fun.

After a while, the martial arts people outside Hanlong Inn had not yet dispersed. The third floor was empty, leaving only Fan Zimin tasting the wine and food without slowing down.

After a long time, I had enough wine and food, and there was no one inside or outside.

He rolled up his sleeves and shouted, "Come on, come and get paper and pen!"

"Here you come!"

The guys waiting outside rushed to deliver paper and pen.

Fan Zimin swung his long hair, his pen and ink slight tongue, and he was smudged, and he just finished writing and wrote quickly:

On February 2, the 222nd year of the royal family, Sun En, a genius of a generation, followed the footsteps of the king's Taoist lord to the desert wind and sand...

Later, he broke away at Hanlong Inn... Only then did he realize that the influence of the king's Taoist king in later generations had reached this point.
Chapter completed!