"Master is really a God and man..."

Seeing Qin Zongheng's words, he broke what he thought. Bian Haixiang held his fist and said respectfully.

"Master Zhang, almost a month and a half ago, he killed Yang Tianqiong, the head of the Yang family, one of the eight aristocratic families in Qianzhou, in the Baihua valley of the Miao area."

As soon as Bian Haixiang said this, Qin Zongheng's unshakable eyes also fluctuated slightly. With a trace of surprise, a trace of suspicion, he said.

"Haixiang, are you sure that the man killed by Zhang Xiaofan is really Yang Tianqiong, the head of the Yang family in Qianzhou?"

Qin Zongheng had some hesitation. He asked again, saying.

"Master, I'm sure it's Yang Tianqiong!"

"Now, almost everyone in China's cultivation world knows that Yang Tianqiong was killed by Zhang Xiaofan!"

In this regard, Bian Haixiang did not dare to hide more, and directly told everything he knew.

After listening, Qin Zongheng turns around slowly, and his eyes fall on the top of the mountain again. His eyes return to calm again.

After a long time, Qin Zongheng finally opened his mouth slowly.

"This is Yang Tianqiong. Although he is also the golden elixir, it's true."

"But if you really want to say that he has not yet built the foundation successfully, and he has not broken through the natural calamity. What he condensed in his body is just a fake pill, which is not the real inner pill of building the foundation at all!"

"Therefore, although Yang Tianqiong has nothing to compare with the real Jindan realm, he is not the best among the false Danjing, but he is definitely not the last generation."

"Back then, I challenged the Chinese cultivation world alone, and Yang Tianqiong was the 23rd one under me."

"After that day's fight, I can see in his eyes that this man has strong pride and strong self-esteem!"

"After this battle, I have already predicted that he will advance bravely. After summing up the experience and lessons from the failure of this contest, I will surely improve my accomplishments."

"There is an old Chinese saying that Yang Tianqiong has been sharpening his sword for 21 years since he was defeated by me."

"Although, in the past 21 years, Yang Tianqiong's cultivation may not be able to break through the natural calamity at one stroke and achieve the real foundation building, the golden elixir."

"But it's enough to make him look down on the puppet Dan masters. He is not as weak as he was twenty-one years ago."

"However, Master Zhang was able to kill him on the spot with only one punch!"

"According to the master, this man must have built a successful foundation, made his way through the calamity, and achieved the prestige of the real master. Among the masters, his strength is the most top group of people!"

To be sure, Qin Zongheng never met Zhang Xiaofan.

But only through Zhang Xiaofan's brilliant achievements in the field of Chinese cultivation at present, Qin Zongheng can analyze it in order.

Basically, as Qin Zongheng said earlier, the fighting scenes of Zhang Xiaofan and Yang Tianqiong were similar.

"Master, it seems that master Zhang's strength must be very important..."

After hearing Qin Zongheng's high evaluation of Zhang Xiaofan, Bian Haixiang couldn't help sighing.