When he came, Ling Han happened to be released from seclusion after three days, which was a very coincidence.
Because the reputation of Yongchang Sect was too great, the messenger was arranged to live on the fourth floor for three days. As soon as Ling Han came out of seclusion, someone went to pass on the news, and Ling Han did not start the next retreat for the time being, although at this time he
I really don't want to see anyone.
After a while, a young man appeared.
He is dressed in green clothes, has four-cut cultivation, and has an impressive heroic spirit.
He is just a messenger, but he has the power of a king. This shows how many talents Yan Xianlu has under his command.
"You are so arrogant, you actually made me wait for three days!" The young man in green showed dissatisfaction when he saw Ling Han.
hehe.
Ling Han complained in his heart, pointed to the door, and said: "The door is over there, you can get out."
The young man couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't expect Ling Han to be so direct and domineering. His face turned red and blue, and after a while he said: "Ling Han, I came here on the order of the Holy Son."
"Oh, which Holy Son?" Ling Han said disapprovingly.
"Of course he is the Holy Son of Yan Xianlu!" the young man said proudly, "Apart from my family, who else in the Yongchang Sect is worthy of being called the Holy Son?"
This tone is quite loud, but it is enough to show how strong Yan Xianlu is, and he doesn't even have a single competitor.
"Why are Yan Xianlu looking for me?" Ling Han crossed his legs and didn't seem to hear the word "Yan Xianlu" clearly.
The young man took a breath of cold air and looked at Ling Han with a look of shock. You are so brave. You dare to call Yan Xianlu by his name. He couldn't help scolding: "Bold,
You can also call the Holy Son by his name?"
Ling Han smiled and said, "You came to my place and you still want to teach me how to behave?"
The young man wanted to take action, but thought of Ling Han's past feats and immediately gave up the idea.
He is indeed the king, but he is far behind Zhao Qingfeng. But Zhao Qingfeng was killed by Ling Han, so who does he count?
If you take action, you will be killed.
"Hmph, when you see my lord, you will know how big the gap is between you and the Holy Son!" The young man said proudly. He took out a letter and flicked it towards Ling Han, "My lord, please
You go to the meeting."
Ling Han took the letter but did not open it immediately.
"A year later, there will be a gathering of the Prodigies of Duanyun Mountain." The young man said with pride, "Ling Han, do you know that the only person who can be invited by my master is the Holy Son of the Immortal King Sect, and you are the only exception."
"The specific time and place are all written on the letter paper, provided that you can see it!"
He paused and said again: "This is written by my master himself!"
Written by Yan Xianlu himself?
Ling Han didn't take it seriously at first, but now he became interested and started to open the envelope.
There is a seal on it, which represents the integrity of the envelope. When the seal is opened, a terrifying sharp energy suddenly comes from the envelope, as if it can cut the sky.
So strong!
Ling Han's heart trembled. When Yan Xianlu wrote, he must have left his martial arts will on the letter. Now the specific time and place for the invitation are on the letter. You can only go there if you see it.
This is a test. I, Yan Xianlu, have invited you, but are you qualified to come?
Buzz, endless glorious light was rising, and the room was suddenly filled with avenue symbols, as if a peerless strong man was about to burst out of the envelope and give Ling Han a fatal blow.
Ling Han showed a solemn look, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all, and he continued to open the envelope.
The young man couldn't resist anymore and stepped back continuously, with a look of admiration on his face.
Ling Han bore the brunt of the attack and acted as if nothing had happened, but he continued to retreat. The huge gap was evident.
No wonder he could kill Zhao Qingfeng with the personal invitation of the Holy Son.
However, you have only opened the envelope but not the letter paper. That is the real test.
He watched quietly from the side and saw that Ling Han had already taken out the letter paper inside.
This is folded into four thin folds.
Ling Han continued to open the letter, buzz, a ray of golden light came out, turned into a golden sword, and slashed towards Ling Han, but Ling Han killed it with a press of his hand, opened it again, and another cyan sword slashed out.
He pressed it again and the sword was knocked away by him.
At this time, the letter paper was also completely torn apart, buzzing, endless black brilliance surged, and then turned into a fist, hitting Ling Han with the power of looking down on the world.
One punch can break the sky, suppress eternity, and arbitrarily decide the universe.
Domineering and arrogant!
This is Yan Xianlu's martial arts, exuding his belief in invincibility.
Ling Han also punched out. This was a different kind of competition between the two. They couldn't fake the magic sword and other treasures, otherwise they would be inferior and their own invincibility would be shaken.
Bang!
The two fists collided together. Ling Han's body trembled slightly. He took three steps back, then stopped, and took another seven steps. Only then did he finally hold the stake firmly, and the floor tiles under his feet were clearly marked.
After ten steps, it was half a foot deep.
The black fist also shattered and turned into black light again, and then formed a line of words: "Sanyang Peak, when the three stars gather."
This line of words only appeared for a moment, and then shattered into nothingness.
"Ling Han, the letter has been delivered, farewell!" the young man said, with a look of admiration on his face.
Being able to withstand a blow from Lord Saint Son is really strong. Of course, compared to Lord Saint Son, he is not even qualified to carry his shoes. You must know that Saint Son just did it casually when he wrote the letter, but Ling Han still
He took ten steps back and used all his strength.
The comparison of strength could not be clearer or more obvious.
Ling Han ignored it and looked at the letter. Because Yan Xianlu's martial arts will had been revealed, the letter became blank.
If he couldn't catch the punch, he would only see a blank piece of paper.
This is the domineering aspect of Yan Xianlu. If I invite you, are you qualified?
Ling Han showed a faint smile, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.
Frankly speaking, he was indeed no match for Yan Xianlu now. He knew from just the previous punch that Yan Xianlu had definitely stepped into the fifth slash, otherwise he would not have had that absolute crushing power.
If this was not just a letter with only a trace of Yan Xianlu's martial arts will, but a direct punch, Ling Han would have at least spit out a mouthful of blood.
"There's still one year left...I have to break through the five cuts!" Ling Han muttered, he had already decided to go to the appointment.
"Perhaps Yan Xian Road can put enough pressure on me to give me the opportunity to open the door to the Five Slashes."
Tiandao Jade is not omnipotent, it just adds a glimmer of hope. The key depends on yourself.
"However, the top priority now is the second refinement. We will see the real seal in half a year, so we will put aside the matters on Yanxian Road for now."
Ling Han touched his chin and felt that his time was really well arranged and not enough at all.