In ancient times, there seemed to be a war that changed the entire world. Earlier, Han Ping had obtained some scraps of information from Nan Ronglan. However, he was still very vague about that war. He did not know the origin or the outcome.
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"Hou Yi actually participated in that war? He fell in the end..." Myths and legends, Hou Yi sheri, Chang'e flying to the moon... There are many legends about Hou Yi, but what was it like in ancient times?
No one can explain the battlefield clearly.
This place is actually the only trace left by the legendary God Hou Yi, and may have his inheritance. This has to make everyone feel confused, what is there about God? Except for cultivators, other people with supernatural powers rarely pay attention to these legendary gods.
Interested in gods and ghosts.
"Damn, it's really fake. Hou Yi is a fart god, a shit-eating god. If there were gods in this world, they wouldn't be the only ones in the world. Who are we, ants or big ants?" A man with special abilities
The man was very dissatisfied. Those myths and legends could only be legends, and he didn’t believe it!
"There's so much nonsense, just listen! If you don't want to listen, just find a corner and hit yourself hard until you die..." A middle-aged strong man glared with an angry look on his face.
He glanced at the man, annoyed that he interrupted Mr. Qi's explanation.
"You are looking for death..." Suddenly, the hall became hot. The angry man took action immediately without saying a word. The middle-aged man's body started to burn for no reason. In an instant, several people around him were frightened.
Broken. Such a weird ability that makes people spontaneously combust without even noticing?
"Looking for death!" The middle-aged strong man seemed not to feel any pain in his body, and his body flashed past and appeared next to the previous person. He slapped him down hard.
"Pfft!" As if smashing a watermelon, the middle-aged man slapped the man's head to pieces.
"Instant kill!"
"Idiot, if you let an internal boxing master at the Huajin stage get close to you, you deserve to die..." Some people really can't stand it anymore. An internal boxing master at the Huajin stage can only be a few meters away from each other.
Kill him silently. This spontaneous combustion will not do anything to the middle-aged strong man in a short time.
"Mr. Qi, go on and ignore this idiot..."
Mr. Qi laughed and said: "Nothing! I don't know much. There are not many legends about the Feather Temple outside, and there are very few records. As for what you will gain in the hall, it all depends on your own abilities.
Opportunity.”
Mr. Qi obviously didn't want to say anything more.
At this time, the central yang light curtain flickered continuously. Several strange characters flickered past, and then everyone felt that there was a person starting to speak in their heads.
Yes, just say it directly in your head.
"There are a total of eighty-one gates here. Each person chooses one to try to reach the sky. What will happen in the end..." The figure disappeared before finishing his sentence.
The next moment, everyone woke up from horror.
Beyond mortal understanding, at least everyone has subconsciously believed in the miracles here. Perhaps this hall has really existed for thousands of years, leaving too many secrets.
"Eighty-one doors?"
There are ninety-nine people at the scene, one person has died. Ninety-nine people, eighty-one doors.
"Is this asking us to kill each other?"
There were only eighty-one gates in total, but ninety-nine people. This caused them to kill each other until at most eighty-one people were left. In an instant, everyone broke out!
"Bang, bang, bang..." A dozen soldiers from the army took the lead. They had automatic rifles in their hands. Regardless of whether others are afraid of bullets, but with more than a dozen automatic rifles sweeping her wildly, there will always be a few unlucky ones.
was hit.
"Charge..." Ye Zhenlin shouted and rushed towards the nearest door with a few soldiers. They were very fast and surpassed most people. Coupled with the weapons in their hands, other powers
The reporter looked helplessly as several soldiers rushed into the doors.
Zhong Yuntian was left at the scene, attracting the attention of most people.
"kill......"
At the scene, Zhong Yuntian was also a soldier. He was wearing a unique military uniform and fully equipped, but he did not follow Ye Zhenlin into the door. Instead, he stood with Han Ping.
At this time, the angry superpower vented his anger directly on Zhong Yuntian.
"I'll do it..." Han Ping smiled lightly. Ever since he experienced the mutation of the cloud explosion bomb, he had not really had a good fight. At this time, it was also time to show off his strength.
Tai Chi emphasizes the use of force to achieve force, and the understanding of force is unparalleled.
Han Ping's understanding of force has reached a strange level, and he can even convert gravity to achieve the effect of suspending in the air and soaring freely. This is simply impossible in the eyes of ordinary people, but he did it.
He touched Daoyun, and the speed seemed to exceed time.
Extremely fast! In everyone's eyes, it just flashed by, and he returned to the same place again.
At this moment, Mr. Qi was shocked. Zhong Yuntian was stunned, and Lin Xitong, who was hiding from the crowd, was stunned...
"Puff puff puff..." There were exactly nine people, and their heads exploded instantly. They didn't see clearly how Han Ping took action, but just turned around like this, nine superpowers, including the Hua Jin among them,
A middle-aged master of domestic boxing. The nine of them were killed without any awareness of their defense.
Previously, more than a dozen of Ye Zhenlin's soldiers shot and killed nine people with superpowers. Adding in the nine killed by Han Ping, there were exactly eighty-one people left! There was no need for everyone to fight anymore!
"So fast..."
"Young man, what a nimble move!" Mr. Qi looked solemn. Although he looked at Han Ping with a smile, he was always on guard. Once the opponent made a move, he would definitely fight back with all his strength.
"He..." In the corner, Lin Xitong's mood fluctuated greatly. She did not expect that Han Ping's fighting power would be so strong. She looked at him in disbelief.
"Why are you so powerful?"
.........
"Everyone, the number of people is just right to prevent you from killing yourselves. Let's go in first..." Han Ping smiled, looked at Mr. Qi, looked at Nangong Leng. Then he glanced at Lin Xitong, and Zhong
Yuntian and Yun Tian each chose a door and went in.
"Who is he? Does anyone know who he is? How come he has such terrifying speed?"
After Han Ping and Zhong Yuntian entered the door, someone finally couldn't help the horror in his heart and asked in a low voice.
"His name is Han Ping, he is an incredible person!" Nangong Leng looked around, and then said with a wry smile: "He and I once took a plane, and he was sitting next to me. A person who I can't see through...
..."
"He is a genius!"
Suddenly, Mr. Qi made an assertion and commented on Han Ping!
"Perhaps even Nan Ronglan, the legendary evildoer in the world of cultivation, can't match his talent..."
Mr. Qi thought of Nan Ronglan, a generation of evil genius in the world of cultivation. "He came into contact with Dao Yun and seemed to have achieved something. He practiced Xiantian with Neijiaquan and came into contact with Dao Yun. This is not just a genius..."
....”
"Internal boxing?" Some people are puzzled. Is internal boxing so powerful?
"Mr. Qi, can you tell what kind of internal martial arts he practices?"
"Huh?" Mr. Qi frowned slightly and said, "If I read it correctly, it might be 'Tai Chi'."
