Martial arts practitioners practice and strengthen themselves. The cultivation of essence and Qi nourishes the body.

Even if the martial arts master dies and his accomplishments dissipate, his body will not decay for several years.

What's more, pinggong Tianze is a master of stepping into the divine realm.

It is also acceptable to say that his body has not rotten for a hundred years.

But now, it's beyond human opinion.

"Blood clan?" Shibu Shaye has some doubts. She has already believed Han Zhen in her heart, "what kind of race is it?"

"Don't listen to him." The ronin laughs and interrupts Sayer directly, "we can't verify the blood clan. But the breath of Han Zhen's hand on the body of pinggong jianzun can't be changed. "

"It's very strange. There's something wrong with pinggong jianzun. We got the news ahead of time. Doesn't that mean someone else is involved? " Although he is hostile to Han Zhen, he believes that if Han Zhen wants to kill him, he can kill pinggong jianzun on the day of decisive battle.

"Pinggong jianzun is dead, and Han Zhen is the most suspect. Even if he is not the murderer of pinggong jianzun, we need to find evidence to prove his innocence! " Ronin is the first person to receive news.

But he was very dissatisfied that Bu Shaye was so tolerant of Han Zhen, and believed in Han Zhen's one-sided words.

"It seems that my explanation is useless." Han Zhen is not angry. The reason for this is that he doesn't want to carry the pot for others.

"Pinggong jianzun was exhausted. Maybe you did it. Make up the news of the blood clan, want to get rid of the responsibility. " The eyes of the ronin are full of fun.

"Yes, master Han may have used the evil method to extract other people's power for his own use. Only at this age can we cultivate to the point of defeating pinggong jianzun. " Thin monks are also eager to try.

"You..." Shibu Shaye naturally refused to believe what they said.

Judging from their current appearance, they are obviously interested in Han Zhen's victory over pinggong Tianze. Want to borrow the fame and strength of Han Zhen, improve their combat power, or enhance their position in the special harm department.

"Good..." Han Zhen looked at the two people's appearance, "I didn't like to explain, now there is no need to explain!"

"Exactly!" What the dwarf monk dislikes most is wordiness.

Since Han Zhen wants to do it, it's best.

Success makes a reputation.

Failure, can also rely on their own identity of special harm department, not involved.

Boom!

The dwarf monk blows an iron fist directly at Han Zhen.

He was born short and bullied, but he was irascible and powerful. He was highly valued by the Buddhist masters of Nihong. He believed that he had wisdom root and taught excellent Buddhism. But the short monks are not interested in scriptures.

However, the most difficult way to practice is to train the body. After the battle of Luohan, the short monks almost completed it all at once.

With one blow, you can smash mountains and rivers.

Boom!

Before the iron fist of the short monk, there was a roar, and the sound wave was broken. Just in front of the fist, there is a white air barrier.

Even more than ten meters away, the strong wind has been breathless.

Han Zhen bears the brunt of the attack, facing the short monk's fierce attack.

The fury almost tore Han Zhen's clothes.

"It's a good fight." Han Zhen said.

Han Zhenyi praises the short monk's strength when he can cultivate to this degree in this world.