Rebirth of the super fairy doctor

Chapter 127 The Grandmaster Four Years Ago (seeking support)
"Crack"! !

A voice suddenly appeared, very abruptly sounded in this silence.

Shen Tianhao and Wu Tong were stunned for an instant.

The white-haired old man beside him was also stunned.

The eyes of the three of them were all focused on the palm raised by Chu Shangze.

Zhao Wuhen, who was still yelling just now, suddenly tilted his head, and he couldn't die anymore.

quiet!
Complete silence!
The entire ruin-like open space was completely silent for ten seconds.

Immediately, the aura on the white-haired old man trembled violently.

"You! Good! Big! Of! Courage! Brat!"

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

The moment the white-haired old man spoke, the wooden hairpin behind his head suddenly shattered, and his snow-white long hair fluttered in the wind.

The sleeves of the robe are mighty.

Straight to the top with momentum.

That voice was just calm, but it made people unable to stop the fear from the heart.

However, he was facing Chu Shangze.

"Oh? What are you? Why should I listen to what you say?" Chu Shangze turned his head and glanced away, with a look of sneer.

While speaking, Zhao Wuhen's body, which was grabbed by his right palm, was also thrown aside.

"You are playing with fire!" the white-haired old man spat out every single word.

After 40 years of hiding from the world, how could he experience such great anger?
It even came from this junior.

"I'll give you two choices!" The figure of the white-haired old man slowly floated into the air.

It turned out to be like Chu Shangze not long ago.

He was really like a demon god, Shen Tianhao and Wu Tong's hearts tightened when they saw it.

Chu Shangze ignored it and glanced away.

Only the voice of the white-haired old man came from the air:
"Or, you kneel down and kill yourself!"

"Either, the old man kills you with his own hands, or destroys your entire sect!"

"You, choose one."

The eyes of the white-haired old man were full of coldness, like a high god looking down on the world, full of indifference.

"Oh? Just you, a person who didn't even break through the foundation building period?" Chu Shangze shook his head and laughed.

"A lifeless thing!" The white-haired old man was so angry that his entire body trembled, "Do you know who this old man is? How dare you speak so boldly in front of this old man?"

"Old man Zhao Shahan!!"

As soon as these words came out, the mountains and forests in all directions were suddenly blown by a sudden gust of wind.

However, Chu Shangze didn't even react, but Wutong's horrified exclamation came from the mask beside him:

"What? You... you are the god of killing Zhao Shahan?"

The white-haired old man had no expression on his face, but just glanced at Wutong lightly.

It seems that in his eyes, talking to Wutong is a very cheap thing.

But it was this glance that made Wu Tong completely confirm it.

"Master Wu, what did you mean by that just now? What killing god?" Shen Tianhao asked puzzledly.

Wu Tong swallowed, and quickly explained: "You are not from our martial arts circle, so it's normal that you don't know."

"This God of Killing, Zhao Shahan, is a famous generation of Killing God in our martial arts world 60 years ago, but the martial arts world only knows his name, not his origin."

"According to the records recorded by the secretary, he had 99 martial arts competitions in his life and won 98. Among them, he beheaded [-] masters of the same level, and it was because of this that he was named the God of Killing. It's a martial arts master, not a street stall on the side of the road."

"It can be said that the martial arts practitioners at that time would be frightened when they heard his name."

Shen Tianhao was stunned as if he was listening to the scriptures, but he still had a question, "Isn't it 99 games? How come there are only 98 victories? How about one more?"

Wu Tong said in a secretive way: "That match was Zhao Shahan's last match. 40 years ago, he disappeared after a match with Li Jianxian, a great master of the capital. There was no result. Because everyone didn't know Zhao Shahan's whereabouts, they all thought he was dead, but now it seems that everyone guessed wrong!"

Wutong's pupils shrank because of tension.

Because 40 years ago, this Zhao Shahan was already a master of Huajin Mahayana.

On the other side, Shen Tianhao felt chills all over his body when he heard it.

40 years ago, this Zhao Shahan even competed with the famous Chinese Li Jianxian?still alive? ?
Even though Shen Tianhao is not from the martial arts world, that Li Jianxian in Beijing is a living god in the hearts of Chinese people!

Involuntarily, Wu Tong and Shen Tianhao were worried about Chu Shangze.
What kind of characters are Chu Shangze and Zhao Shahan, no matter how soft the voices of Wu Tong and Shen Tianhao are, they can be heard carefully.

So now I heard Wu Tong's explanation.

The white-haired old man, namely Zhao Shahan, glanced at Chu Shangze coldly and arrogantly.

Anger was hidden.

But the momentum has not diminished.

His voice, like a dead duck, sounded over the quiet ruins:
"The old man has been in the martial arts world for 30 years, and has seen countless arrogant juniors. But you are the most arrogant junior I have ever seen."

"It's a pity that you don't know how to live or die, and dare to break into the forbidden area of ​​my sect and kill my disciples."

Zhao Shahan stared at Chu Shangze condescendingly, shot at him coldly, changed his voice, and said in an extremely gloomy voice: "So, no matter how talented you are, no matter how arrogant you are, I will use your blood today as a blood sacrifice for my sect. !"

And at this most tense moment, Chu Shangze just raised his head and said lightly: "You have been in seclusion for 40 years, but your cultivation has not improved at all, so you have the nerve to speak nonsense in front of me?"

The air was stagnant.

"What a sharp-toothed kid! This old man will kill you now!" How could Zhao Shahan have been so aggrieved in front of a young man, and he was so angry that he was full of anger.

It's over.

Zhao Shahan took a sharp breath, and his whole body swelled up. He was originally thin and strong like a bull, and his whole body was covered with blood and muscles, which was really terrifying.

Immediately afterwards, he clapped his palm.

It seems that the blood mist is filled, and the wind is blowing.

Blood Fiend Palm!

This is Zhao Shahan's trick.

Before he escaped from the world, he had killed hundreds of martial arts heroes with this palm.

In the past few decades of intensive cultivation, his cultivation base has improved so slowly, but his kung fu has improved a lot.

This palm down.

It was the Yinfeng Qihao on the spot.

Wu Tong and Shen Tianhao, who were blown by the raging wind, felt their skin hurt even though they were under the mask, so they quickly raised their arms to cover their faces.

Under such pressure, both of them felt tense.

Before the two of them were the real targets, they were already forced by this palm force and had no strength to fight back.

What about sir?

I'm afraid his situation is even more urgent, right?
The two Wu Tong who couldn't see clearly, naturally didn't know.

At this time, Chu Shangze just nodded his head in the face of Zhao Shahan's powerful palm, and said leisurely: "This palm technique is a bit hot. Then I will try it, you, the master, how many are you?" How many taels?"

"Don't be ashamed!"

Zhao Shahan was furious when he heard the words, and the palm strength in his hand burst out a little stronger.

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