Everyone was also surprised. Some people stretched their necks, wanting to see what was going on here. The more courageous people quietly came around and surrounded He Xiong. Some of them wanted to take a look.
As a result of the fight, some people wanted to see clearly this martial arts legend - Zhen Sanshan He Xiong. Only Hu Jin was still sitting there, thoughtfully.
He Xiong tried very hard to calm down, and his face gradually became more and more ugly, until finally his eyes suddenly seemed to be on fire.
He Xiong suddenly turned around, his face suddenly flushed red, and anger burst out from his eyes. At this moment, everyone onlookers were frightened out of their wits, and they fled one after another and returned to their original seats.
He Xiong suddenly laughed loudly and said several times: "Everyone, I know why you are here today, but I can tell you the truth, you'd better give up this idea." He looked around again and said, "If you guys
Whoever you think can beat me today is another matter. I'm suffering from internal injuries right now, so you might be able to give it a try, but I really don't want to kill anyone."
What followed He Xiong's words was a very powerful aura. This aura hung three feet above everyone's heads like the weight of a mountain, making everyone feel suffocated. Even the whole time
Sitting upright, Hu Jin also felt that he was too small in front of He Xiong.
He Xiong's voice was powerful and powerful, shrouding everyone. People with weaker internal strength couldn't help but mobilize their internal strength to compete with He Xiong's voice. What frightened Hu Jin was that He Xiong had already expended a huge amount of internal strength just now.
But he can still show such a powerful momentum. Zhen Sanshan is indeed a legend and deserves this legend.
Of course, only He Xiong himself knew that after he defeated Mr. Miyamoto with a charged blow, he spent a lot of money. The momentum just now was the last bit of strength. But what he expected was that in his name
Under the pressure of his head and strong momentum, no one dared to move.
As soon as the crowd of onlookers dispersed, Chen Baoshan saw the scene in front of her: her grandfather had fallen to the ground and expired. Her vision went dark at that time, and then she forced herself to stand again. She seemed to have known that there would be such an ending, but she had always
It's just a last glimmer of hope. It's just self-deception.
Chen Baoshan was distraught and staggered step by step. The incredible tears in her eyes were like broken beads, falling to the ground and instantly submerged in the dust. Ever since Mr. Miyamoto let her know He Xiong, she had a kind of
An unknown premonition. Even though she was mentally prepared, it was still difficult to accept the reality in front of her.
Mr. Miyamoto is dead, and the people who came to attend the meeting today did not dare to make any mistakes because He Xiong was here. Now that the matter has come to this, staying here is useless, so they left one after another. In the blink of an eye,
, the bustling crowd under the stage emptied out, and only Hu Jin was left sitting on the spot, as if everything that had just happened was a dream, and he had just gone through it in a hurry.
The whole thing is very strange. Who is this Mr. Miyamoto? Why have I never heard of such a peerless master? The most puzzling thing is, what is the significance of Mr. Miyamoto’s appearance today? Is it possible that he has never heard of such a peerless master?
Just to fight and die in a hurry? No, it's not that simple, but now that he is dead, he may never get the answer.
"Grandpa...", a shrill cry brought Hu Jin back to reality from his meditation, and he saw Chen Baoshan throwing herself on Mr. Miyamoto's body and dying.
She wanted to cry but there was a lump in her throat. Why couldn't she cry, she just kept twitching. Xi Wusi, Huang Shan and others gathered around her helplessly, not knowing how to comfort her.
Seeing that there was not much point in staying here, and besides, he had doubts in his mind, Hu Jin continued to go back to clear his mind, so he quickly walked forward and said goodbye to He Xiong.
He Xiong only bowed slightly, which was regarded as a return gift to Hu Jin. He still knew the name of the Southwest Hero. He always respected people with the name of a hero, so he didn't think too much about it.
After Huangshan sent Hu Jin away, he came back to his senses and discovered that Shan Tu Santu, Nangong Yun, Nangong Wu, Xiong Lao Lao and others had already taken advantage of the chaos and left. Today, the Zhenyuan Gang no longer has the bustle and bustle, but suddenly it looks a little bit...
Deserted.
"Uncle He, it's really you." Huang Shan knelt down on his knees, kowtowed three times respectfully and said, "Despite the years, Uncle He is still as charming as ever. Shan'er has seen him before."
He Xiong nodded expressionlessly, Huangshan quickly pulled Xi Wusi over and said, "Wusi, kneel down and pay homage to Master He."
Xi Wusi looked suspicious. He had met He Xiong a long time ago. He didn't expect that the person who would test his martial arts skills on the official court was actually his uncle, so he quickly worshiped him in fear and fear.
Zhang Jibai and Yang Fu smiled knowingly when they met each other, and hurriedly came over.
"It turns out it's He Xiong. I'm Zhang Jibai, and Yang Fu is polite. Seeing He Daxia's demeanor now makes me happy." Yang Fu and Zhang Jibai themselves are younger than He Xiong, but they and Dian Cang Qiyin have seniority in the world.
He has a higher reputation, so he doesn't feel disobedient when he calls himself inferior in front of He Xiong.
He Xiong quickly handed over his hand: "Zhang Jibai of the Green Lotus Sword, and Yang Fu's brother, Dian Cang Qi Yin, are famous all over the world. I have heard about it for a long time. It's too late to meet you gentleman!" He Xiong saw that Zhang Jibai and Yang Fu had been accompanying them all the time.
People around Huangshan also know that they have been helping Huangshan, so they are much more polite.
Zhang Jibai pulled Yang Fu, and the two looked at each other for a moment. Then Zhang Jibai softly said to He Xiong, "Master He, can you take a step to speak?"
He Xiong knew that the two of them must have relevant information about Xi Zhen and Emperor Jianwen, and it was inconvenient to say something clearly in public, so he nodded.
"Shan'er, bury Mr. Miyamoto well," he pointed to Chen Baoshan and said, "Bao'er is Mr. Miyamoto's granddaughter. Since my old friend entrusted her to me, I will give her to you. You have to take good care of her.
Even if she suffers even the slightest injustice, I will not let you go."
After He Xiong gave the instructions, he followed Zhang Jibai and Yang Fu to the inner hall without looking back. Huangshan quickly nodded in agreement, picked up Xi Wusi and started preparing for Mr. Miyamoto's funeral.
Let's say that He Xiong followed Zhang Jibai and Yang Fu to the back hall of the Zhenyuan Gang. At the door of the Zen room, He Xiong frowned. He could feel a familiar breath. This was the affection generated by years of friendship between He Xiong and Xi Zhen.
, how can it be broken by life and death?
It turns out that Huangshan had brought Zhang Jibai to the meditation room a long time ago. This is the most remote room of the Zhenyuan Clan. Very few people come here. What’s more, since Huangshan became the leader of the Zhenyuan Clan, he has strictly ordered others not to come near this place, so this is
The most secret and safe place in the entire Zhenyuan Gang.
Gently opening the door, He Xiong's desolate expression appeared on his face. He had also seen Xi Zhen's tomb after going to Dangshan Temple, but this was his first time visiting his mourning hall.
"Smelly boy," He Xiong whispered
He murmured in a low voice and said: "You are well. You are lying in Dangshan Temple, and the great monks are chanting sutras for you every day. You are done with it, but what about me? I have always owed you, and I will do everything when you are here.
I will protect you, but now that you are gone, I still have to worry about Shan'er and your children."
"But you are not a bad boy. You are already vaguely seen in Shan'er. This boy is good at martial arts and upright, but his martial arts skills are a bit lacking. However, this boy has wisdom. I have seen him. He will definitely surpass him in five years.
You are more powerful than you. And your child, Wusi, is a talented person, and Wuhan is beautiful and smart, so you can rest assured."
"But your Han Dayumu head and Mei Lao'er are not as lucky as you. Mei Lao'er did not die well, which is sad, but you don't have to worry about these things. I thought I would leave before you, but I didn't expect
You want to be in front of me in everything, and you even want to be ahead of me on this matter, do you want me to come and clean up the mess for you again?"
He Xiong's voice became softer and softer, and his tone became more and more sad. Others may not understand, but what He Xiong said couldn't be more true.
Zhang Jibai and Yang Fu stood silently aside, because they knew that they needed to give He Xiong some time. After all, the friendship between them was not comparable to that of ordinary people.
After He Xiong murmured for a while, he suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashed with light, and Zhang Jibai shivered silently in fright.
"Is he really looking for Cang?" He Xiong asked suddenly, looking a little clueless, but both Zhang Jibai and Yang Fu knew who "he" He Xiong was talking about.
Zhang Jibai nodded silently and shook his head. Just as he was about to elaborate, He Xiong interrupted him again.
"You nodded and shook your head, are you here or not? There are many rumors in the world. If I hadn't heard that Han Sandong stirred up trouble in Nanzhao City, I would still be walking around freely. Now there are only three of us here.
, please tell the truth, Mr. Zhang."
Yang Fu then slowly said: "Master He, listen to me. He was indeed in Diancang some time ago, but he is not here now. But Master He can rest assured that he is protected by Prince Mu and Daguo, Wuyi, Wuji and others.
Lanruo Temple is very safe.”
Zhang Jibai nodded immediately, and He Xiong murmured: "In this way, everything can be explained, and then I can know the whole story. Since he is safe, I feel relieved. I am
This little brother has spent his whole life fighting for his adopted brother, and this time he can finally rest in peace."
"Master He, are you going to meet him? I think you haven't seen each other for more than ten years. His temperament has changed a lot now and he has become more willing. I think if he meets you, it will arouse the ambition in his heart."
Zhang Jibai asked tentatively, because he didn't know what He Xiong was thinking.
He Xiong glanced at Xi Zhen's body, covered his chest and coughed several times in agony.
Yang Fu quickly asked with concern: "Is Master He's injury okay? Where did Mr. Miyamoto come from? Why have I never heard of such a master? With his skills, he shouldn't be an unknown person.
ah!"
He Xiong sighed softly, suppressing the turbulence in his heart and said: "It's okay with me, I won't go anywhere, and I won't see him. I want to stay here with my little brother. As for Mr. Miyamoto, in the future
I will tell you when I have time. Thank you both for bringing me here. I want to rest. Please tell Shan'er for me and ask them not to come to me. If anything happens, I will naturally go to him."