Chapter 1248 The cultivation base is extremely high
"Take your dirty hands away, otherwise you will have to be a one-armed swordsman in the future." Yang Huang said coldly.
"What?"
Zhang Tou'er was stunned for a moment, then became furious: "Boy, you are so crazy, do you know who I am? I am Wutianhui..."
"The peripheral minions of Wutianhui are scum that are not even considered disciples!" Yang Huang said coldly.
"you!"
Zhang Tou'er immediately blushed. Although he showed off his power, Yang Huang was right. He was indeed just a peripheral disciple in Wutianhui, and could not be considered a sect disciple at all. If he hadn't been leaning against a big tree to enjoy the shade, he would have been there.
For a character like him in the semi-immortal world, he has no qualifications to show off his teeth and claws.
Yang Huang's words were like a slap in the face to Zhang Tou'er. He became furious and stared at Yang Huang, as if he wanted to devour him.
Yang Huang still didn't look at him. He was just wondering why the person chasing him didn't show up yet.
"Boy, come and die!"
At this moment, Zhang Tou'er finally couldn't bear it anymore and shot out of the air with a knife, slashing straight towards Yang Huang's neck.
"snort!"
Yang Huang's hand seemed to move, maybe it didn't! In short, Zhang Tou'er and his party were not sure whether they saw clearly, and then Zhang Tou'er's knife that was slashing at Yang Huang suddenly flew away.
What flew up together was the hand holding the knife.
After being stunned for a moment, Zhang Tou'er finally realized that his hand was missing.
"ah!"
The shrill screams circled at the foot of the mountain.
Zhang Tou'er covered the broken arm and screamed heartbreakingly. The blood spurted out, turning him into a bloody man instantly.
"Take him away immediately, otherwise the next thing I make him lose is his head." Yang Huang said coldly.
How could those big men dare to say anything again? They immediately supported Zhang Tou'er and hurried away like a lost dog.
"Brother, what are you waiting for?" Yang Huang looked around and shouted coldly.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
At this moment, a burst of applause suddenly came from behind.
Yang Huang's heart trembled, and he hurriedly turned around, only to see a person standing behind him at some unknown time.
At first glance, this is an unspectacular old man, sixty years old, with white hair and a childish face, and a kind face. But if you look closely, you will find that his eyebrows are raised and there is an imperceptible evil in his eyes.
"What a fast sword!" The old man applauded and looked at Yang Huang with a smile: "You are the first person I have ever seen who has mastered the Thunder Sword Technique to such a level. Young man, you are not simple."
His voice was naturally cold. Even when he was smiling in front of his face, Yang Huang still felt as cold as ice.
Yang Huang smiled: "Thank you for the compliment! Senior, you are also the first person to get so close behind me, but I didn't notice it at all."
"Hey, it's nothing."
Faced with Yang Huang's tit-for-tat verbal confrontation, the old man smiled faintly and looked at Yang Huang curiously, "I have never been so curious about a person. What is your name? Who do you study under?"
"It seems that according to normal etiquette, when asking someone about their origins, you must first state your name." Yang Huang said with a smile.
This old man looked ordinary and unremarkable, and his cultivation was restrained. Yang Huang couldn't even feel the slightest pressure coming from him. The more he looked like this, the more alert he became to Yang Huang.
The old man nodded: "Young man, you are right. Let me introduce myself first. I am the third shopkeeper of Wutianhui, Zhong Wujun."
"Third shopkeeper, Zhong Wujun?" Yang Huang couldn't help but was shocked and looked at the old man in front of him.
He had heard people talk about Wutianhui and knew that their sect structure was slightly different from Tianwu Sect, with three heads jointly leading the entire sect.
The three heads of the house are called "shopkeepers", and this old man is actually one of them. No wonder his cultivation level is so high, giving people the feeling of elusiveness.
"I have already told you my name." Zhong Wujun looked at Yang Huang and smiled slightly: "Now, is it your turn to tell me?"
Yang Huang smiled and said: "Please wait until you catch me to ask this question."
"Huh?" Zhong Wujun looked at Yang Huang with bright eyes, and after a while he said: "When you say this, I can't wait to ask clearly. This Wanshan ancestral land is hundreds of miles away, and there shouldn't be anyone like you.
Only young masters are the right ones.”
Yang Huang laughed loudly, raised his long sword and said, "So, my appearance was still a mistake?"
"Maybe, maybe not. But I know that existence has its own truth." Zhong Wujun walked towards Yang Huang with his hands behind his back: "Now, I just want to know what this truth is."
Yang Huang smiled: "Okay, let's talk some sense into it."
As he spoke, he swung his long sword and aimed it straight at Zhong Wujun's face. With this sword move, Yang Huang did not have any hope of successfully attacking the enemy, he just wanted to test the opponent's power.
"hey-hey!"
Amidst the cold laughter, Zhong Wujun stood on the spot. With a wave of his hand, a strange force emerged and blocked in front of him.
Then, Yang Huang's long sword, which was meant to be pointed directly at his face, turned in a weird way and stabbed him in the air. The man was even staggered forward by the strange force and almost fell down.
Yang Huang hurriedly took a stand and looked at the opponent, feeling surprised. He had never encountered such a situation before, and the attack actually failed.
"Not bad, not bad!" Zhong Wujun nodded and said: "In these years, you are the first person who has not jumped forward to eat shit. How about it? Do you want to try again?"
"Of course!" Yang Huang snorted, and suddenly mentioned the Wind Control Thousand Miles Technique, spinning around Zhong Wujun and striking out nineteen swords at the same time.
Every sword strike was as fast as lightning, but every strike was aborted halfway, because as soon as the sword edge came close to Zhong Wujun, it was no longer controlled by Yang Huang and stabbed directly into the side.
During this process, Zhong Wujun didn't move his feet, but moved his hands freely, and a stream of strange power came out from it, which thwarted Yang Huang's swordsmanship, which had impressed countless heroes.
"There are not many people in this semi-immortal world who can practice Thunder Sword Technique to your level. Boy, which sect are you from?"
Although Zhong Wujun took the absolute initiative, he was also quite surprised in his heart. Because the energy contained in Yang Huang's sword was far stronger than he expected.
"Boy, you are no match for me with this thunder-cutting sword technique alone. You should try some other tricks to see if you can break through my 'impossible magic technique'."
"Unable to use magical power?" Yang Huang couldn't help but was stunned and stared at the other person. He felt that the name was too weird.
Zhong Wujun felt slightly proud and said with a smile: "That's right, what you are facing now is Wutianhui's helpless magic. There is no move, no form, no form, no way to break, and no way to attack! If you meet me, you
There is nothing we can do!"
Yang Huang was secretly surprised, he didn't expect that there was such a miraculous power in the world.