"Disciple, you Liaodong, you have to be careful." "This is not the past. You are the heir of the Huashan Sect. You must protect yourself from now on. Don't be impulsive when things happen. If you really can't do it, run away first."
At the foot of Huashan Mountain, Xiong Qingyuan warned.
"Master, don't worry. I'm awake. Don't you believe me? When I was practicing, the first thing I practiced was Jin Yan Kung. Are you running away? It's not a shame."
"Besides, my security force over there is already very strong. With Senior Brother Zhang and the others, even if there are three or five top-notch warriors, they may not be able to capture us."
Su Fan said half-jokingly, but he was not talking nonsense after all. After all, there was one first-rate warrior, no less than four second-rate and top-level warriors, and the other second-rate and third-rate warriors totaled more than fifty people.
More importantly, he also has a group of elite soldiers and a firearms team.
Ordinary three or five first-class players can't threaten him. The first-class players are really good, but if they really face a group of musketeers, they will be Muggles.
As the saying goes, even those with advanced skills are afraid of kitchen knives. These Jianghu people are not afraid of kitchen knives, but blunderbuss can still threaten them.
Maybe they could dodge three or five of them, but one or two hundred fired at him at the same time could directly block his dodge route.
Once you are shot, even if you have deep internal strength, you will not die but will be disabled. After all, the lead bullets in the gun are poisonous and the wound will be huge.
This is why he developed the Musketeers.
Although he is from Jianghu, his understanding of the power of firearms is still far beyond this world. Now the craftsmen in his hundred households can not only make blunderbuss, but also artillery, of course only the smallest artillery.
Even so, the power is extraordinary.
In the future, he will go to sea. The most powerful thing in the sea is artillery, so he will not let it go.
He is quite confident in the land of Liaodong. Unless there is a top-notch person, it will be difficult to threaten him.
However, if there are several top masters in the entire world, they are all hiding in their own territory and practicing hard, and no one will come out.
For example, Ning Qingyu, the head of the Huashan Sect, has never gone down the mountain since he reached the top.
After Xiong Qingyuan rambled for a while, some other elders also saw Su Fan off. This time they paid more attention to it than last time.
It's also that Su Fan's status is different now, that is, he is less leader and has a higher status than many elders. In addition, Su Fan is very capable and is very popular in Liaodong, and he can also deploy Xiaoyuan Dan.
Some elders also began to fawn over him.
"Master, all my masters and uncles, the sky is high and the water is far away. I say goodbye to you and see you tomorrow."
Su Fan clasped his fists and bowed, then turned over, sat on the horse, and left quickly without looking back.
After leaving Huashan, Su Fan galloped all the way without stopping, not even returning to the Su family.
One day later, we finally left the traditional boundaries of Huashan.
"Come out!"
Arriving in front of a dense forest, Su Fan raised his brows, reined in his horse, and looked coldly at the woods ahead.
"Haha! What a good boy. He's quite smart, but it's a pity."
Two masked men came out, one of whom had a bald head.
"Monk, Shaolin"
Su Fan continued to sneer: "I wonder which eminent Shaolin monk he is, what's the point of stopping me? This kid from Huashan, Su Bufan,"
"They say you are smart and smart, but I haven't seen anything like that today." The bald monk sneered.
"Stop talking nonsense and take action to capture him."
Another person said in a cold voice, and immediately called Su Fan after speaking.
The palm wind came, carrying a somewhat fishy smell. A pair of hands were as withered as wood, and the fingernails were green and had a faint light.
"Poisonous Palm, are you the one who killed my senior brother?"
Su Fan stretched out his hand and patted the saddle, and like a golden goose flying into the air, he performed the Golden Goose Kung Fu and flew backwards quickly.
Then without looking back, he used Qing Gong as fast as possible.
"Boy, you are good at Qinggong, but you can't escape today no matter what. You must die for me."
The monk behind him became more and more excited.
"Great monk, even you want to kill me."
Su Fan's face did not reveal any fear, but he continued to run provocatively.
"wrong!"
The long-haired thin man sensed something was wrong.
"Haha! It's too late now that I've noticed it."
Su Fan suddenly stopped and looked at the two of them with a mocking look on his face.
Whoosh!
At this moment, several figures quickly emerged from behind Su Fan.
"Ning Qingyu, Zhou Qingyun, Xiong Qingyuan"
Seeing several figures appear, the expressions of the long-haired thin man and the bald monk changed.
My heart couldn't help but sink. These people are all famous figures of the Huashan Sect, especially Ning Qingyu, who is the top master of the Huashan Sect.
The top elders fought against each other.
And he was able to escape unscathed, and after reaching the ultimate breakthrough, even though he had not made a move for more than ten years, no one in the world dared to ignore him.
Ning Qingyu and the head of Wudang Shaolin were listed as the three masters of the righteous path, second only to the top figure of the Demon Cult Dugu Sheng.
Facing Ning Qingyu alone, neither of them had any confidence, not to mention that there were three elders of the Huashan Sect beside him.
Needless to say, Zhou Qingyun, although he is very old, as a veteran first-class master, he is second only to Ning Qingyu.
Xiong Qingyuan is a well-known "professional" thug of the Huashan School. He is nicknamed "Heaven-Shading Shou" in the world. He did not come from nothing. He has been fighting for decades.
"Your Excellency is the murderer of my disciple. I didn't expect that you would dare to take action."
Ning Qingyu looked at the long-haired thin man, and the murderous intent in his eyes almost turned into reality.
Zhou Qingyun, Xiong Qingyuan and the last Qi Sect elder Yue Qingfeng quickly came to the two of them, and the four of them surrounded them.
Don't give the other party any chance.
"How did you know we would take action?"
Master Kumu said with a cold face, taking a deep breath.
"Huh! I don't know, but I'm just testing it out,"
Ning Qingyu looked at the two of them coldly: "Say the name of the traitor, and I will let you two die more happily."
"Haha! You don't know. Since you don't know, you should never know."
The Master of Dead Tree laughed. Now that he saw the four people, he knew that he would not be able to escape today no matter what.
"Amitabha! The poor monk Fang Ye has met you all. This man is the old man withered wood. The poor monk followed him all the way here. I didn't expect that this man actually wanted to attack the young leader of your sect. He is really disgusting."
"But this person killed my uncle, can you let this poor monk take him back?"
Fang Ye took off his mask early and pretended to be innocent.
This face is really comparable to a copper wall and an iron skin.
"Haha! Old monk, your transformation speed is really fast. Just now you wanted to kill and beat my apprentice, and now you have suddenly become a Shaolin monk."
"Do you think that's possible?"
Xiong Qingyuan looked at the monk, his eyes bursting with murderous intent.
This chapter has been completed!