In the beginning, Hong Zhentian, the general leader of the bengquan sect, was galloping across the lake with his feet on a log.
But in this, more or less can be followed by the finger, in how much can be explained by science.
However, what happened in front of them at this moment, which is impossible to be explained by science, happened in front of all the people present!
"This... This man, isn't it a fairy?"
This is almost a common idea in the hearts of Luo Yurou, Xuanyuan Yunqing and others.
Indeed, just aiming at such unpredictable means, besides the immortal in the palace in the sky, who can do this?
"This is not an immortal's move, but in martial arts is already a peerless master."
"And this man, named Qin Zongheng --!"
Han women deeply inhaled a breath of air-conditioning, beautiful eyes also stay a trace of yearning color, but more or deep soul fear.
Even for her, at present, the cultivation of Zhenyuan has reached the goal of gathering three flowers and refining Qi.
However, in the face of such a super strong man who only exists in legends and myths, the only thing that can be done is to admire and worship the grandfather most respected by Han women.
He used to be in the hands of Qin Zongheng. He couldn't hold on to his ten moves. Instead, he was stabbed by this man, and his grandfather's right arm was completely cut off, and he became a waste man!
Han Fu woman, although she did not witness the war with her own eyes.
But with her limited imagination, she can still imagine the extraordinary demeanor of Qin Zongheng that day!
"Qin Zongheng?!"
Listen to this very overbearing, extraordinary name, Luo Yurou and other people are in a state of turmoil.
They looked back at the empty sleeves of the old man with gorgeous hair on his right arm, as if they could see the severity of the war in those years?
Then his martial arts should be strong, how terrible is it?!
"Qin Zongheng is the head of the gate of burning heaven, and is called the overlord in the world."
"This man, with his open and close hand, is invincible in the world, and his hand is a bully's fist. He looks down upon him with arrogance, and no one can stop him!"
"As early as twenty-one years ago, he was almost defeated by the Chinese Xiuzhen world in the war, and the defeated worshippers were more than just a few people who went to the West Lake at the moment."
"The venerable one he lost in the war at that time was quite a number of palms..."
when the old man with HUAFA said this, his tone of voice was also filled with sorrow, and his previous hatred and unwillingness were dissipated a lot at this moment.
"This man, how terrible is his strength?"
Luo Yurou said, eyes also subconsciously toward the surrounding scan and go.
I can see that the dignitaries mentioned by the old man with rich hair are all looking indignantly at the figure sitting on the surface of the lake in front of the three pools reflecting the moon.
However, in the depths of their eyes, anger is more than that kind of unspeakable fear and fear.
Even though Mu Haisheng, who seems to be indifferent, has no sorrow or joy, he is still a bit dignified at this time.
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