Chapter 168 Burning Heaven Clan Old Monster

This old man's aura is extremely special.

When he didn't speak, he was like a dead leaf on the ground, ignored by everyone, and no one even noticed when he appeared.

But when he spoke, he seemed to be the focus of everyone's attention.

As long as he stood there, everyone's eyes would be focused on him uncontrollably.

He covered his mouth with his thin palms and coughed violently, as if he could cough up his lungs at any moment.

The cough made his face turn red, his breathing became rapid, and his voice even became hoarse.

"Cough cough cough..."

After coughing for a long time, the old man tilted his head and spit a mouthful of thick phlegm to the side.

puff!

A deep pit was created on the bluestone floor by thick phlegm, and corrosive smoke was rising all around. A pungent fishy smell filled the air between everyone's noses.

This is clearly an old man who is dying due to severe poison in his body.

But of all the people present, no one dared to underestimate this person.

"Old Jin...head?"

"Old Jin...isn't he the elder who guards the Sutra Pavilion? He is actually in the Qi Gathering Realm?"

The disciples and elders of Burning Heaven Clan also looked confused.

It was impossible to connect the old man in the Qi Gathering Realm in front of him, the old man Jin who couldn't hit a fart with three slaps on weekdays, with the powerful Qi Gathering power in front of him that overwhelmed the whole audience as soon as he appeared.

Old Man Jin covered his mouth, looked at Han Yang, coughed and said, "For my sake, can you leave a ray of incense for me at Fentian Clan?"

Han Yang looked at Old Man Jin with strange eyes and said with a smile: "Your face? Sorry, who are you?"

The sense of disregard in his words made Old Man Jin smile bitterly and shake his head.

"You are a thief if you are too old to die. This is true at all. I have lived for hundreds of years without dying, but no one remembers me as an old immortal..."

Old Man Jin looked very melancholy.

Jiang Yunjian, who was standing behind Han Yang, squinted his eyes and looked at the old man for a few times, and the expression on his face suddenly became extremely exciting.

He pointed at Old Man Jin and said loudly: "Are you the deputy sect leader of Burning Heaven Clan three hundred years ago, Phantom Demon Jin Xunhua?!"

As soon as the words "Huan Mo Jin Xun Hua" came out, the scene was in an uproar.

Even the two Jade Bone Realm disciples of the Yuan Sect beside Jiang Yunjian stared in disbelief.

The elders and disciples of Burning Heaven Clan were also shocked, as if they had seen a ghost.

It seemed that Han Yang was the only one present and did not recognize this mysterious old man.

Seeing Han Yang's confusion, Jiang Yunjian explained in a low voice: "Huan Mo Jin Xun Hua is a legend of his generation. He is the first person among the Burning Heaven Clan to master the Huan Mo Sword... He is extremely powerful, but his temperament is a bit surly and unruly. …”

"Cruel and unruly?"

The constipated expression on Jiang Yunjian's face made Han Yang curious.

With the appearance of Jiang Yunjian who can make the world fearless, Jin Xunhua seems to have quite a story.

Jiang Yunjian bared his teeth and said in disgust: "This man, who had mastered the Phantom Demon Sword, went to hook up with the mountain master of Phoenix Mountain at that time and kidnapped that mountain master away... It was said that he had been chased to death by Phoenix Mountain. Unexpectedly, he Still alive.”

Han Yang looked at the old man in front of him in surprise, who was so thin that he was almost out of shape and looked neither human nor ghost.

Talent!

He was actually able to kidnap the owner of Phoenix Mountain away.

The key is that he is still alive today despite being chased by those poisonous women in Phoenix Mountain.

Even Huo Fentian and He Wantong combined were not as good as this old man.

With his powerful ear, he naturally heard Jiang Yunjian's whisper.

A touch of reserved pride appeared on Jin Xunhua's monkey-like shriveled face, as if he was extremely proud of what he had done back then.

Han Yang gave Jin Xunhua a thumbs up.

Just when Jin Xunhua squeezed out a smile on his face, thinking that Han Yang would give him this face, Han Yang said with a smile: "Old senior is really my role model, capable of what others cannot... In order to pay tribute to the old senior, I am willing to give you a face. As long as you can catch my sword, I will not only let the Burning Heaven Clan go, but I will also allow the Burning Heaven Clan to continue to teach disciples here, how about that?"

The smile on Jin Xunhua's face froze instantly.

This little bastard, after all the talk, I still have to force him to take action.

"Han Yang!"

Jiang Yunjian hurriedly pulled Han Yang, "Jin Xunhua was at the third level of Qi gathering three hundred years ago. To be able to survive to this day must be weird. Don't bet on such a big thing with him!"

Although the Qi Gathering Realm will extend the life span of a warrior, it is only about two hundred years old.

And this Jin Xunhua was already at the third level of Qi Gathering three hundred years ago, and was the deputy sect leader of the Burning Heaven Clan. He was at least over a hundred to two hundred years old at that time.

He may have lived for four to five hundred years now, and he is simply an old monster.

This kind of person may have many unknown trump cards.

Han Yang smiled and flicked the snow-defying knife with his finger, and a clang buzzed through the Burning Heaven Clan like a dragon's roar.

"So what if it's weird? It's just a matter of one knife..."

After Han Yang said that, he ignored Jiang Yunjian and came to Jin Xunhua with the sword in hand.

Jin Xunhua's old face twitched, and sighed: "You kid, I don't have much longevity, but you insist on me taking action, why bother..."

Why is this necessary...

The exact same words came out of his mouth as when he first appeared.

But before he finished speaking, a slender golden sword had already stabbed out like a poisonous snake spitting a message, piercing Han Yang's throat.

No one expected that this old man would be so ungrateful at his age, and would do a sneak attack whenever he was told.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword sounded, and Jin Xunhua disappeared from everyone's sight.

Phantom sword!

One of the most powerful secrets of Burning Heaven Clan.

It is almost impossible to defend under the concentrated energy.

The Phantom Demon Sword used by Jin Xunhua was many times better than Cai Yan's.

Cai Yan disappeared, and when the sword in his hand stabbed Han Yang, there was still a trace of sword light.

But Jin Xunhua, like a ghost, completely disappeared and was ignored by everyone.

Others would ignore Jin Xunhua's sneak attack, but Han Yang would not.

Almost at the moment Jin Xunhua drew his sword, Han Yang thrust the sword forward in his hand.

The Four Symbols Curse Seal Knife, the Azure Dragon is broken!

Ouch!

A green dragon roared and stabbed towards the empty left front.

A sound like middle leather sounded.

Sparks fly.

Jin Xunhua's figure appeared in everyone's sight.

The sword in his hand was only an inch away from Han Yang's neck, but Han Yang's knife had already stabbed into his chest.

Black energy lingered around Jin Xunhua's chest, resisting Han Yang's Qinglong Break.

Jin Xunhua's face turned pale and she coughed violently, "Good boy... your sword skills are very strong. You can break my Phantom Demon Sword. But it's a pity that you can't break my body-protecting energy..."

"Yeah?"

Han Yang's eyes were full of coldness.

The next moment, the four major acupoints above Ren Vein exploded, and the power of the stars rushed towards the Xuexue Dao like a wild horse running wild.

Click!

The snow-controlling knife made an overwhelmed sound, and then suddenly moved forward.

Stab!

The black body-protecting energy was torn apart, and the Xuexue knife penetrated Jin Xunhua's heart.

Unexpectedly, Jin Xunhua not only did not despair, but showed a cruel smile, "Boy, let's die together!"

boom!

Jin Xunhua's heart exploded suddenly, and the smelly black heart blood spattered towards Han Yang, who was dressed in white.