Sikong Han led Bei Mingxiu to the vicinity of the main village of Fengyun Village.

Bei Mingxiu observed the surrounding environment and found that the main village was actually only slightly larger than ordinary homes outside, and far inferior to Yu Mansion.

But it integrates itself well with the main environment of Fengyun Village. Although it may be the result of this place being far away from the world and indeed poor, it is more like the village owner here and the ordinary people in the village.

A symbol of people coming together as one.

Sikong Han stopped in the open space in front of the main village, laughed and said: "That's it, boy, show off whatever skills you have."

At this moment, a voice came from the main village, and a man slowly walked out.

"I haven't seen you so happy, second brother, for a long time."

Si Konghan scratched his head in embarrassment and said: "Our brothers have been sparring all day, and now finally a strong man who is not a woman has arrived. I was excited and brought him over to practice."

When the man heard that he was a powerful person from outside, he looked at Bei Mingxiu up and down, and finally fixed his gaze on his back.

Bei Mingxiu was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that he could see the extraordinary Han Mingjian behind him. Judging from his extraordinary popularity and amiable face, his two mustaches jumped and danced in the breeze, which seemed a bit funny. Plus, he

He called him Second Brother Sikong Han, so he also confirmed his identity.

Bei Mingxiu cupped his hands and said, "I have met the master of the third village."

Sikong Ming nodded slightly in greeting to him, and then said to Sikong Han: "Second brother, you are a guest, just order as much as you want."

Sikong Han nodded and said: "Although I don't like outsiders like them, I still have to abide by these rules. Third brother, you can watch from the side and be a witness."

Sikong Ming wore a faint smile and leaned against the stone wall of the main village.

Sikong Han stood in the open space, like a big mountain.

He said loudly: "Young man from the Zhou family, take action with all your strength."

Bei Mingxiu smiled and said: "Since the Second Village Master has this intention, how dare I disobey him?"

An iron sword appeared in his hand.

The iron sword looks ordinary, but there seem to be thin black lines flowing on its body, which makes it look very unusual.

"What a bad sword." Sikong Han spat in disappointment at first, then let out a light sigh and asked, "What is this thing on your sword?"

Bei Mingxiu replied: "Rune."

Sikong Ming, who was watching the battle on the sidelines, might have looked slightly strange because Bei Mingxiu did not use Hanming Sword, but his eyes were quickly attracted by the iron sword in his hand, and he nodded and said: "It's really a good rune, second brother, you can

Be careful."

Sikong Han laughed and scolded: "I have never paid attention to those foreign things from the Dharma Sect. Second brother, you will destroy your own prestige by embedding other people's ambitions."

Although he said this, his eyes were still much more serious, and he said loudly to Beiming Xiu: "Young boy from the Zhou family, let me learn how powerful your runes are."

Bei Mingxiu glanced at the iron sword in his hand.

It was drawn with the hard work of all the disciples of Momei Villa.

The spiritual ink runes are certainly not mortal objects.

But its function is very simple, there is only one.

accelerate.

When Mo Qing first proposed to engrave talismans on the cheap iron sword he bought, he did so to make it easier for him to wield the sword.

To say it is exquisite is indeed exquisite, but to say it is powerful is absolutely impossible.

Bei Mingxiu smiled slightly, turned his attention back to the tall figure opposite, and said loudly: "Then it is as the Second Village Master wishes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he and his sword were no longer where they were.

His movements are elegant and agile, as if he is walking on clouds, leisurely and contented.

"What a fast pace."

Sikong Ming was silent.

In his opinion, even he couldn't be so fast.

Sikong Han laughed loudly.

"That little girl really didn't trick me. You really have some skills."

He held his breath and concentrated, waiting for Bei Mingxiu to move quickly, even with a faint afterimage coming to him, and then shouted loudly.

A powerful and vast spiritual power exploded from his huge body, and countless sand and rocks in the open space were immediately blown away.

Bei Mingxiu's figure was also trapped in it, and he suddenly stopped in place. He pressed his feet firmly with spiritual power to prevent him from being blown away.

Before he could react, a huge fist hit his chest.

Bei Mingxiu smiled knowingly.

He saw very clearly just now that the energy bursting out from Sikong Han's body did not activate even half of the spiritual power in the world.

Perhaps the technique he practices really does not require communication with heaven and earth.

As for the fist that came like a meteorite from the sky only about a foot away from his chest, his response was very simple.

He just moved the iron sword towards his chest.

The iron sword is like an insurmountable embankment.

Sikong Han's fist could only land on the iron sword.

The surrounding spiritual energy was surging, as if a sandstorm had been set off.

Smoke and dust rolled down from all around, and Bei Mingxiu floated back to his original position, dusted off the dust on his body, and praised: "The second village leader's punch is really powerful."

Sikong Han grinned and said, "You're not a bad boy either."

There was already a thin layer of frost on his right fist, and as he clenched his fist, ice shards fell one after another.

He glanced at Bei Mingxiu high-spiritedly and came to Bei Mingxiu in two or three steps.

His three or two steps were no different from ordinary people's running, and there was no spiritual power revealed, but he was able to complete such a large vertical leap, and before he could stop, his fists were falling like raindrops.

This chaotic fist seems to have no rules, but the power contained in it should not be underestimated.

Bei Mingxiu just wanted to see how powerful Sikong Han was, who was attacking with all his strength.

From the moment he jumped back to his original position, he had already begun to accumulate the power of his sword. When Sikong Han started to move, the sword power had already woven a net in front of him.

The sword will follow.

He uses the Cangming Sword.

Using the sword power of the Canglang Sword Technique to perfect the defense of the Han Ming Sword Technique, there is only this unformed Cang Ming Sword.

Every time Sikong Han's fist fell, it brushed against the sword intent that seemed to contain endless chill. Then it met the iron sword and separated with the sound of gold and stone intersecting.

But now the sound of their battle is like the fierce drums on the battlefield, resounding all the time.

Countless ice shards flew out from around the two of them and pierced into the sand and gravel.

Sikong Ming's eyes became brighter and brighter.

In his opinion, among the outsiders in Fengyun Village, there are only three people who can fight with Sikong Han.

This Zhou Han who just arrived is the third one.

But his technique is very different from the other two, as if it should be like a bone-attached maggot invading the opponent's body in order to achieve the greatest effect.

Thinking of this, he shook his head slightly.

If Bei Mingxiu really did this, then the second brother would have no choice but to lose.

…

Beiming Xiu did not inject Beiming's cold energy into Sikong Han's body.

He and Sikong Han were not fighting to the death, but were discussing peacefully. It was better to use this method as little as possible.

And with Sikong Han's temperament, if he uses Beiming Han Qi to win, he will probably create a direct feud.

So in the end, he neither won nor lost.

Soon after, he sat on the open ground and adjusted his breath to replenish the spiritual power in his body.

Because the Dao of Heaven and Humanity was not functioning, the replenishment efficiency was not high. It took him a stick of incense to stand up.

Sikong Han was wiping the sweat off his face. When he saw that he had finished adjusting his breath, he laughed loudly and said, "Brother Zhou, this fight was really enjoyable."

Bei Mingxiu smiled and said: "Indeed, the strength of the Second Village Master is extremely strong if placed in the Central Plains."

Si Kong Han patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Yes, I, Si Kong Han, have made you a friend."

Bei Mingxiu said: "I am also willing to become Brother Sikong's friend."

Si Kong Han was overjoyed when he heard this and said: "Brother Zhou, if you encounter trouble in Fengyun Village, please tell me Si Kong Han's name and I will ensure that no one dares to embarrass you."

"Thank you so much, Brother Sikong."

After that, Bei Mingxiu talked with Sikong Han for a long time. With his eloquence and adaptability, he and Sikong Han had a great time talking, and they didn't leave until the evening.

Although this trip was a bit tiring, it also gained a lot.

At least he gained Sikong Han's friendship.

Moreover, he also had some understanding of the techniques practiced by Sikong Han.

In the previous battle, his spiritual power came purely from himself.

After the hearty fight, the spiritual power in his body naturally formed a cyclone and gradually recovered while moving, without the need to draw in spiritual power from heaven and earth to replenish it.

But he could also see that the cultivation speed of this kind of technique was extremely slow, and he might only be able to achieve Sikong Han's current level in the end.

But even so, it's still very strong.
Chapter completed!