Chapter 498 You Lost Weight

"Demon King...Han Yang?"

Zhang Qingfan even took three or four steps back, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

The sixth-level Martial King was all afraid of Han Yang, and he, the first-level Martial King, was so afraid that he was trembling with fear.

Xuanyang Palace once besieged and killed Han Yang in the wilderness. Is Han Yang going to retaliate and kill Xuanyang Palace?

Zhang Qingfan only felt that this scene was extremely absurd.

Xuan Yiyi Palace is an imperial-level force, with a ninth-level Martial King sitting in charge.

How could Han Yang be so bold and dare to enter Xuandao Palace?

Is he crazy? !

Thinking of Ji Feihua, the ninth-level Supreme Being who was in charge of the Taoist Palace, Zhang Qingfan regained some confidence.

He mustered up his courage, stepped forward, pointed at Han Yang and shouted: "When you come to the Dao Palace to see you, you should hand in your greeting card and wait for the summons. You barged in for no reason, violated my palace rules, and walked in the air in a grand manner. What’s the purpose!”

After saying this, Zhang Qingfan discovered that the eyes others looked at him were not admiration and appreciation, but... as if they were looking at an idiot.

Beichuannan, the sixth-level Martial King who was born in the Heavenly Demon Sect and could be called the devil, lowered his head at this time and retracted himself into the ranks of the Heavenly Demon Sect, trying to reduce his presence.

How dare he jump out?

The name of Demon King Han Yang has been rising up the ranks along with the bloody storm, spreading throughout the Tianwu Continent.

Even from the beginning of the Bone Forging Realm, Han Yang showed extremely cruel demon king methods.

Those who offend him will never end well.

Facing such a real demon, Kitagawa Nan couldn't afford to think outside the box.

It was precisely because he was in the devil's path that he understood Han Yang's heart better.

Be carefree and free, not bound by worldly rules, just have a clear conscience.

Dare to talk to him about the rules in front of such a person, what is the difference between it and seeking death?

The numerous bones on Han Yang's back are clear evidence.

Sure enough, after hearing Zhang Qingfan's rude scolding, Han Yang looked over with an indifferent expression.

"Quack! Palm mouth!"

As Han Yang uttered four words, a petite figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Qingfan.

Snapped!

A heavy slap came to Zhang Qingfan's face, causing him to roll around seven or eight times and throw him more than ten feet away.

Every face was swollen and turned purple.

His King Realm force field had no protective effect at all, and was torn apart by Ji Xiangtian in an instant.

Ji Xiangtian put his hands on his hips in an awkward manner and cursed in a sweet voice: "How dare you interrupt the master's actions? Who do you think you are! If I hear one more word from your rotten mouth, I will blow your ass off." Dog head!”

Zhang Qingfan lay on the ground, shaking his head in a daze, barely daring to get up.

Third level Martial King!

Didn’t the little witch of the Heavenly Dao who followed Han Yang always only have Yuan Dan cultivation level? How come... she suddenly soared to the level of the third-order Martial King? .

What a terrifying speed!

For a moment, he couldn't even tell whether he was from the Holy Sect or Ji Xiangtian was from the Holy Sect.

There were dozens of people around, including those under the Xuanyi Palace and disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

These people are usually domineering and arrogant, and never pay attention to warriors other than the Holy Sect.

But at this time, he didn't even have the courage to look at Han Yang.

Everyone lowered their heads, fearing that Han Yang's eyes would fall on them.

The devil comes to the world, and all living beings are in trouble!

No one dares to face the power of Han Yang!

As time went by, figures appeared on the Dao Palace Square.

Han Feiyun looked at Han Yang's figure standing with his sword in the distance, and didn't even have the courage to get close.

Han Yang is an invincible existence in Tianwu Continent.

Except for the ninth-level Martial King, no one can be his opponent.

After a lucky escape last time, Han Feiyun no longer had the courage to become an enemy of Han Yang.

"Is he that Han Yang? He is actually in the Yuan Dan realm..."

Zuo Fenghua appeared next to Han Feiyun, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The Yuandan Realm's counterattack against King Wu were all legendary genius-level figures.

Not to mention, the person killed by Han Yang was the sixth-level Martial King.

Zuo Fenghua had earlier thought that these were exaggerated rumors, and that Han Yang might be King Wu who had disguised his identity.

But now, after seeing Han Yang with her own eyes and sensing his true cultivation level, she believed that Han Yang was indeed in the Yuan Dan realm.

"I'm very curious, how could he have the courage to break into the secret realm of the Dao Palace? Isn't he afraid of being killed by the Supreme Elder?"

Zuo Fenghua looked puzzled.

He does not mean that.

Han Feiyun, who was standing next to him, suddenly felt a thump in his heart.

No way?

Could it be that Han Yang already has the confidence to fight against the ninth-level Martial King?

In Han Feiyun's view, Demon King Han Yang was a cunning and insidious person who would never fall into a trap and come to his doorstep to die.

If he dares to come, he must be sure of saving his life.

But……

She really couldn't believe that Han Yang could survive under the hands of Taishang Ji Feihua?

…

Boom boom boom!

At this moment, four figures suddenly appeared in the void.

Xuan Dao Gong Ji Feihua!

Jiang Huanyun, the Evil King of the Demon Sect!

Xin Mingzi!

And...the heroine of Han Yang’s Xuan Daogong Incident, Chen Qiaoqian!

When she saw the familiar figure standing with a sword, the tears in Chen Qiaoqian's eyes couldn't stop flowing down.

She stared at Han Yang blankly, unable to say a word for a long time.

After two years, seeing Chen Qiaoqian again, Han Yang's face was filled with a doting smile.

"you lost weight."

Han Yang said.

Chen Qiaoqian nodded, shook her head, covered her mouth, and was speechless.

Han Yang smiled distressedly, and his sword flew straight towards her.

Ji Feihua's figure flashed and stood between Han Yang and Chen Qiaoqian.

"Junior! I really made a mistake in the past. I didn't expect you to have such an ability!"

Ji Feihua looked at Han Yang, not only was there no regret in her eyes, but she was full of resentment and hatred.

It is because of this boy that she has now become the laughing stock of the ten major sects of the six dynasties!

Ji Feihua, who has eyes but no eyes!

Buy a coffin to return Zhuji Feihua!

Arrogant Ji Feihua!

She could even imagine how they would ridicule those ninth-level Martial King "old friends" when they saw them again?

Han Yang looked past Ji Feihua, still looking at Chen Qiaoqian, and said softly: "I'm here to take you home."

Chen Qiaoqian wiped away her tears and nodded vigorously.

The two of them looked at each other with only each other in their eyes.

Ji Feihua, Jiang Huanyun, everyone was ignored by them.

"Boy! If you dare to look at my woman again, I will gouge your eyes out!"

Jiang Huanyun's mouth twitched, completely angered by the scene before him.

His furnace tripod actually has the courage to flirt with others.

This is simply unreasonable!

"Your woman?"

Han Yang was finally willing to look away from Chen Qiaoqian.

Ji Feihua smiled strangely and said in a proud tone: "This bitch is my disciple. I made the decision and betrothed her to His Highness the Evil King! You, a mere junior, should stop thinking too much!"

She was deliberately irritating Han Yang.

The angrier and more frustrated Han Yang becomes, the more she feels the pleasure of revenge.

At this time, Ji Feihua looked at Han Yang with the same eyes as two years ago.

In her eyes, the famous Demon King Han Yang was still the same junior who was helpless in front of the third-order monsters two years ago.

For King Wu, who lived a long life, two years was too short.

It was so short that it only passed in the blink of an eye.

Ji Feihua didn't have time to change her inherent perception of Han Yang.

The red threads began to spread in Han Yang's eyes, and he said calmly: "I haven't seen you in two years, you old witch, you are still as annoying as ever!"

Beauty, turn on!

The shadow of the God of War from his previous life slowly emerged behind him.

Deification, turn on!

A swastika symbol appeared between the eyebrows, and a glaze-like light shone out from the body.

Evil Buddha Glazed Body, open!

Han Yang flicked his finger, and the magic sword jumped from the sword box into the palm of his hand.

"Congratulations! You... succeeded in irritating me!"