As Zhou Hanzheng's roaming area expanded, the golden clam water that Li Yun carried with him soon ran out, and they did not dare to use their spiritual sense to scan the other party. Yan Zhengming had to help Li Yun maintain

As Zhou Hanzheng's roaming area expanded, the golden clam water that Li Yun carried with him soon ran out, and they did not dare to use their spiritual sense to scan the other party. Yan Zhengming had to help Li Yun maintain the formation while asking Han Yuan to carve many simple wooden bird talismans on the small wooden board he carried with him. This kind of talisman was very rudimentary and was improved by Li Yun, a small animal lover back then. It did not take much effort to make. The wooden board could be transformed into a lifelike bird that flew in the sky and could serve as an eyeliner without being easily detected.

...It's just that Han Yuan's hands were a little damp, and the birds he created seemed to have two more legs. They were fine for flying, but they would lie flat on their backs when walking.

Li Yun didn't dare to move at all all night, and he was exhausted from setting up the battle array. When he saw the sky turning pale in the east, he finally couldn't help asking, "How long will this take?"

"It will be soon," Yan Zhengming said confidently, "This guy is always running around and trying to get things done. He is not an idle person. It is impossible for him to have so much time to linger here."

This time, Master Yan was right again - as expected, after daybreak, Zhou Hanzheng could no longer delay.

The sea was already sunny and windy at this time. A masked man looked at Zhou Hanzheng's face and advised: "Sir, it is useless to stay here for a long time. Let's go back as soon as possible and not cause any trouble, okay?"

Zhou Han thought for a moment with his hands behind his back, and felt that it was meaningless to waste time with this cunning and treacherous person. He had already achieved all the goals of this trip, and it was almost time to retire, so he nodded. He looked back at the island that was surrounded by clouds and mist because of the illusion, and said loudly: "I don't know who you are on the island. I am just borrowing your place to stay. I have no ill intentions. If I have offended you in any way, please forgive me."

Li Yun heaved a sigh of relief and almost fainted. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered, "Oh my God, you are finally willing to leave."

At this moment, they were actually less than a hundred feet away from Zhou Hanzheng, just behind a small hill. Without those spies, they could hear what Zhou Hanzheng said.

Yan Zhengming didn't say anything. He used spells to bless the formation for a whole night. He returned the only carving knife he had to Han Yuan, so he had to use an ordinary sword. Carving spells with a special knife or an ordinary sharp weapon is two levels of the spell. It was the first time for Yan Zhengming to cross this threshold. Sometimes he couldn't control it well, and the clear air on the spell would run wild. This made his hands full of small wounds, but his face was always covered with a layer of gloom. He didn't look happy when he heard that Zhou Han was about to leave.

When will he be able to stand up and fight that Zhou guy like a real person?

Zhou Hanzheng didn't wait for the islander to reply, nor did he care much, he just said: "Let's go."

After saying that, he took off on his sword with the masked man. However, when Zhou Han had just risen to mid-air, he suddenly felt a sight. His cultivation was not weak, so his senses were naturally very sensitive. He instinctively followed the sight and reached out his hand to grab a... four-legged bird.

Zhou Han was frowning, not knowing what kind of strange species this was. Then an idea suddenly occurred to him, and he grabbed the bird's neck and strangled it to death. The struggling bird turned into a rough talisman right under his eyes.

Zhou Hanzheng gently bent the talisman, and it broke into two pieces. The clear energy in it naturally dissipated. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the person who carved the talisman was not at a high level of cultivation.

Yan Zhengming's heart suddenly skipped a beat and he thought, "This is bad."

Zhou Han put his nose close to the broken talisman like a hound and sniffed it. His expression changed slightly, and then he seemed to have thought of something. His tightly furrowed brows suddenly opened, revealing a somewhat ferocious smile: "Who did I think it was? This is really easy to get..."

He had not dared to use his spiritual sense to scan before, because he was afraid that there might be people on the island with higher cultivation than him. Once his spiritual sense was discovered and suppressed, it would immediately backfire. At this time, Zhou Han had somehow learned that it was Yan Zhengming and his group on the island, so he had no more scruples. Before he finished speaking, his spiritual sense with pressure had swept across the entire island. Li Yun's psychedelic array was purely a bluff and was completely vulnerable. The hiding place of several people was even more exposed.

Zhou Han was standing in the air with his sword, smiling leisurely, "Master Yan, at least I taught you a lesson in the lecture hall. Isn't it true that a teacher is a father for life? Why are you hiding and refusing to come out to meet me?"

After saying that, he waved his long sleeves, and a burst of lightning and thunder suddenly rose from the Sansi Fan. He rushed into Li Yun's formation and instantly smashed the useless psychedelic formation into pieces.

Li Yunru was hit hard and collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up for a long time.

Yan Zhengming reached out and grabbed him, then helped him to the side. His expression was even uglier than Li Yun's. Then he stood up without saying a word, picked up his sword and was about to walk out.

Han Yuan was horrified: "Big Brother, what are you doing?"

Yan Zhengming's face was as gloomy as water, but he kept walking: "Don't follow me."

Han Yuan had never had to worry about anything in his life. He looked at Li Yun and then at the puddle. He was completely at a loss at first. His mind was blank and he stood there for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and ran after him.

Zhou Hanzheng looked at Yan Zhengming with admiration and said, "It's been a few years since we last met, and Sect Leader Yan seems to have been reborn. This is really gratifying to an old friend."

Yan Zhengming suddenly understood Cheng Qian's feelings of "drawing the sword without saying a word". He had never hated a person so much. The taste of hatred made people shudder with fear, but it also seemed to give people a shot of cardiotonic and create a source of endless strength.

The sky was clear over the island, and the young leader was filled with murderous intent.

With his fellow apprentices and younger apprentice sisters behind him, he could not avoid this battle anyway. Yan Zhengming did not want to waste time talking and simply drew his sword and rushed forward.

Zhou Hanzheng did not accept the attack. Instead, the two masked men who followed him flew up on their swords, one on the left and one on the right, blocking Yan Zhengming's way.

Zhou Han was watching leisurely on the side, and sighed: "Fuyao - back then, the nine-story mountain reached straight into the sky, and powerful people appeared frequently. With a stomp of his feet, the heaven and earth would shake. How majestic it was, but I didn't expect that there would be a day when they would be exiled to the mountains. The fate of the world is really unpredictable."

Yan Zhengming broke the hand seals of the two masked men with a sword, and his whole body turned into a ray of light, rushing straight towards Zhou Hanzheng. The wind from his sword made Zhou Hanzheng's robe rustle, but he was so careless that he didn't even open the fan. The tail of the Sansi fan made a light "ding" sound, and then a ray of lightning containing a flame shot out, hitting Yan Zhengming's sword right on target, leaving a gap.

"If it were in the past, with Master Yan's cultivation, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to enter the inner hall as a disciple," Zhou Hanzheng said with a smile, "You hang the Master's seal around your neck, don't you feel pressured? Why don't I help you share some of the burden--"

He suddenly formed his five fingers into claws, and it seemed as if a dark cloud whirlwind swept through his palms, turning it pitch black. He looked down at Yan Zhengming's chest.

Yan Zhengming dodged to the side and swung his sword, but he felt his wrist shaking violently.

Zhou Hanzheng's claws were wrapped in the energy of Vajra. Not only did he not lose a single nail after being hit by the sword, but his claws grew several times larger, pressing down from above Yan Zhengming's head, blocking out the sky and the sun.

At this moment, Yan Zhengming heard Han Yuan's voice shouting, "Come on! Your grandfather will give you a big slap in the face!"

Yan Zhengming's heart beat wildly. He looked down and saw that Han Yuan, Li Yun and others who he had left behind the hill had all come out. The two masked men ran straight towards them and soon got into a fight with Li Yun, who was struggling to hold on, and Han Yuan, who was completely half-baked. For a while, there were frequent dangers.

It was only a moment of distraction before Zhou Hanzheng's giant hand that covered the sky was already close to him. Yan Zhengming had no way to avoid it, so he had to risk getting injured and strike against the wind with his sword, intending to die together with Zhou Hanzheng's hand.

But he was willing to fight, while Zhou Hanzheng was very concerned about his life, so he had no choice but to withdraw his palm. Zhou Hanzheng thought to himself: "Strange, even rabbits bite when they are angry."

Unexpectedly, just as he retreated, a frosty sword light suddenly attacked from behind him. Zhou Han's heart trembled, and the Sansi Fan finally opened with a "swish", and a pillar of lightning and fire was fanned out with his backhand.

The lightning column fell into the sea, and the raging waves almost burst out a water dragon. The falling water droplets turned into a salty rain on the deserted island.

Zhou Han was cautiously stepping back two feet when he saw someone coming behind him. His eyes immediately narrowed - it was Cheng Qian.

When Cheng Qian landed on the island, he looked like a beggar who had become bloated. After being trained by Master Wen Ya with a few distractions, his clothes had become rags that had been chewed by dogs. He looked even more miserable. But when Yan Zhengming saw his horrible appearance, the murderous intent in his heart disappeared immediately.

Sect Leader Yan now realized how much he had accomplished. When he saw Cheng Qian, he almost cried. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything for a while.

Cheng Qian glanced at his embarrassed face, and suddenly felt that someone was worried about him. Although he knew that the occasion was not right, he couldn't help but curled his eyes slightly.

What people want in life, isn't it to return home exhausted from the cold and windy weather, to have someone angrily open the door and yell, "Where have you been again?"

Zhou Hanzheng hadn't seen Cheng Qian before, but he didn't take it to heart - in his eyes, these half-grown kids trying to survive in the cracks were nothing worth taking seriously except the sect behind them. He didn't expect that they almost capsized in the gutter at this moment.

Zhou Hanzheng had been attracted by Cheng Qian's eyes at the lecture hall. Now the boy had grown a few years older, and his appearance had become more restrained, but his inner self had not changed at all. He was surprisingly well matched with the frosty sword in his hand. However, Zhou Hanzheng admired him, but he did not take Cheng Qian's humble cultivation seriously. He smiled and said, "Why, do you want to learn from me, little Taoist friend?"

"Senior Zhou, you misunderstood. I didn't mean that." Cheng Qian first nodded to him politely while holding the Frost Blade. The next moment, he suddenly activated the Spirit Gathering Jade given to him by Master Wen Ya.

Zhou Han was already thinking that something was wrong when he felt that he had reached a higher level. Then, he discovered that his true energy seemed to have formed a layer of ice, and its circulation was extremely stagnant. His entire realm was suppressed by at least 60%.

Zhou Han was horrified. What kind of weird martial arts was this?

Cheng Qian didn't give him any time to react. He used the frost blade with the power of the sea tide to hit Zhou Han right on the head.

The man surnamed Zhou retreated three feet in a very undignified manner. As his cultivation was suddenly suppressed, his indestructible body-protecting true energy had disappeared. The sword energy of the frost blade ruthlessly tore open his front, revealing his flesh.

"I'm not here to learn from you," Cheng Qian said softly, finishing the second half of his sentence, "I'm here to silence you."

This sudden change shocked everyone. Han Yuan, who was left behind by the masked man, coughed a few times, stretched his neck to look, and murmured, "Is that Junior Brother? Is he possessed by something?"

The puddle opened its mouth wide and was accidentally splashed with sea water. It quickly spat it out.

"It's not Xiao Qian who has become stronger, it's Zhou Hanzheng," Li Yun reacted quickly, "Look, he suddenly couldn't even stand steadily just now, and the vital energy that protected his body disappeared!"

Yan Zhengming thought anxiously, "What kind of shady people did this kid meet during his disappearance? What unorthodox methods did he learn?"

At the same time, they intercepted the masked men who were trying to reinforce their master halfway.

The water vapor on the deserted island was stirred by the sea tide sword technique, surging in the air, and then froze into white frost. Zhou Han was horrified and said, "Wait... Is that the evil sword Frost Blade? Why is it in your hand?"

Cheng Qian ignored him and waved his hand, the fine frost formed a vortex, the bottom of which was as sharp as an ice cone and reached directly between Zhou Han's eyebrows.

Zhou Hanzheng had never expected that such a killer would not even hesitate at his young age. He shouted angrily, and the Sansi Fan was shaken by the sea breeze, but the power of thunder and fire on the edge of the fan was obviously suppressed by the frost. He waved the fan violently, and it was almost impossible to continue in one breath. He just summoned a thunderous gust of wind to push away the ice cones in front of him, and the next moment, the ice chips seemed to return like a tide, and gathered again in a blink of an eye, and it seemed to be getting stronger and stronger!

Zhou Han was retreating again and again, using his true energy to attack the inexplicable restrictions on his body like a headless fly, while staring at Cheng Qian fiercely: "Little ghost, I advise you not to do anything to the extreme, otherwise you will regret it."

Cheng Qian almost wanted to laugh after hearing this, and thought to himself, why didn't you use this sentence to encourage yourself when you were being domineering?

He made a sword-controlling gesture with his hands, and the Frost Blade Sword chased after Zhou Hanzheng like an arrow from a bow. The water vapor that was rolled up was real and fake, real and unreal, and the momentum shocked everyone on the side and stunned them.

Zhou Hanzheng pushed forward with his head held high. Thunder and frost collided in the air with a loud bang, causing an earth-shaking movement. At this moment, Cheng Qian's true energy was more abundant than Zhou Hanzheng's who was suppressed by the Spirit Gathering Jade. He also had just realized the key to the Sea Tide Sword, so he did not even give the other party room to breathe.

Zhou Han was blocking three attacks in a row and vomited blood on the spot.

Cheng Qian's "murder to silence the witness" was indeed genuine. Even though three consecutive sword strikes nearly drained his true energy, he didn't care. Relying on the Spirit Gathering Jade, he took a deep breath again, leaped up, reached out to grab the Frost Blade back, and put all the repression and hatred of the past few years into this sword. He was about to kill Zhou Hanzheng with the sword.

Zhou Hanzheng's pupils almost shrank to the size of a needle point. In a panic, he threw the Sansi fan away and gritted his teeth to make a series of extremely complicated hand gestures. The sky, which was clear just now, suddenly became gloomy, and thick clouds rolled in like smoke. Zhou Hanzheng risked his life to give up the precious fan and barely stopped Cheng Qian for a moment. With a sound of tearing cloth, the fan, which was surging with wind and thunder, could not withstand the power of the ancient fierce sword. It was torn into two pieces by the frost blade on the spot and fell to the ground in tatters.

Zhou Hanzheng was unable to break through the restrictions on his body no matter what he did, and in desperation he used his own flesh and blood as bait to attract the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!

Cheng Qian was blood-thirsty and with the might of heaven looming over him, he did not even raise his head. He was completely focused on killing Zhou Hanzheng and ignored everything else.

Yan Zhengming, who was at the side, had just knocked the two masked men to the ground. When he heard the noise and looked back, he was immediately frightened out of his wits.

He increased the speed of the broken sword with gaping teeth at his feet to the extreme, and rushed into the battle like a gust of wind, intercepting Cheng Qian in the waist and throwing him to the side. The thunder almost brushed his back. Yan Zhengming felt that the hairs on his body were all stirred by the wind and thunder and exploded.

The deserted island shook violently, and even the ocean was frightened. Suddenly, a large charred hole appeared on the ground.

Yan Zhengming was blinded by the thunder and lightning and could neither hear nor see clearly. He just felt Cheng Qian's collar and grabbed it in his hand, roaring, "What the hell are you doing!"

Cheng Qian's situation was not much better than his. He only felt the eldest brother's chest vibrating, and he didn't hear what he said at all, so he yelled back: "What are you yelling for? I can't hear you!"

Yan Zhengming slapped him hard on the back of his head. Cheng Qian almost lost his strength in the sword attack just now, and he was caught off guard. He was stunned by the slap and nodded forward heavily, hitting his forehead on Yan Zhengming's shoulder.

But before he could even look up, the hand that had just committed the crime was firmly pressed on the back of his head - Yan Zhengming held him firmly in his arms.

For a moment, Yan Zhengming's hands were shaking, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare, or as if he had survived a disaster.

Nothing in the world could bring him such great comfort as this dirty body of flesh and blood.

A thousand words suddenly surged in his mind, but he didn't know where to start. It was as if he had grasped something vaguely, but at the same time he couldn't help being at a loss. Before he could sort it out, the thunder roared over. Cheng Qian, the spoiler, rubbed the back of his head and pushed him away, announcing to Yan Zhengming, who had recovered his hearing, "I haven't killed that Zhou guy yet. I'll tell you later."

Yan Zhengming: “…”

Although he himself didn't know what he was going to say, the feeling of being choked back was really exhilarating.

Zhou Hanzheng was originally suppressed by the Spirit Gathering Jade, and was injured repeatedly. In the end, he attracted the thunder from the sky with his body, and his meridians were almost completely destroyed. Even though the effect of the Spirit Gathering Jade had worn off when Cheng Qian was exhausted just now, he collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up.

His mouth was full of blood, his eyes were rolled up, and he stared at Cheng Qian who was walking towards him. All he could make from his throat was a "ho ho" sound. He tried to get up several times, but fell back to the ground again. His fingers with distinct bones were digging into the mud, leaving several blood marks, which looked extremely terrifying.

Unfortunately, Cheng Qian had a heart of stone. Facing this man, he was neither soft-hearted nor afraid. He walked straight over, intending to kill Zhou Hanzheng with a sword.

However, at this moment, Zhou Hanzheng suddenly revealed a devil-like smile on his face, and something made a "wuuuu" sound from his sleeves. Cheng Qian frowned, realizing something was wrong. The next moment, a sharp wind sounded behind him.

Cheng Qian knew he had to dodge, but because he had used too much force just now, he was no longer able to do so.

He felt a sharp pain in the back of his heart, as if a hand had stabbed him from his back to his front and pierced through his chest.