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"Ye Han, you have created many miracles in the south, and the next step is up to you! Can you continue to create miracles to amaze the world?"

Zhuge Banruo looked at the direction of the south and said to himself, if Ye Han loses, then everything will be settled, he can only become a top genius who is praised by the world, but if he survives, then, next The situation in Huaxia will become even more exciting. Those who have dealt with him before, will Ye Han let them go after they survive?

To be honest, Zhuge Banruo expected Ye Han to survive, and she also wanted to see that man continue to create miracles in China.

Many eyes gathered in East China, in Shanhai City, an international metropolis. Whether it was those who followed Ye Han or those who had nothing to do with him, they all looked forward to Ye Han. The land of China, which has been silent for many years, needs some Stimulating events appear, requiring some stimulating people to appear, such scenes are the most exciting.

He Yaozong and others are looking forward to it, as are Xu Qing and others from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. They are people who follow Ye Han.

Inside the villa, Ye Han and the others were waiting quietly. Experts from the Gu clan and corpse clan, Tianlongwei, Chen Taigong and his son, Nanquan Huang Wanjin, Zhao Hengtian, Leng Wufei, and many other experts gathered together, but the whole The villa seemed very quiet, everyone was silent, the silence before the war came.

Ye Han was holding the little tiger in his hand. This little thing was left by Ye Han in the villa recently. It didn't seem to feel the tense atmosphere in the air at all. A pair of paws moved in Ye Han's arms. Go, use your small head to rub Ye Han's chest from time to time.

However, in this silence, a terrifying aura came over the villa like a dark cloud. After feeling this aura, everyone in the villa looked towards the sky outside.

Here they are, they are all here, as if descending out of nowhere, Shaolin Wudang, Wuyue Sword Sect, Eight Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts, Siberian Tiger, etc., all of them appeared on the square, and a monstrous evil spirit was released from their bodies Leaving out, the entire surrounding world became very terrifying, and all eyes were fixed on the people in the villa.

This time, Ye Han didn't choose to escape, let alone conspire, and sat quietly in the villa. Seeing this, sneers appeared on the faces of all parties, Ye Han, they finally met.

Under their gaze, Ye Han and the others strolled out of the villa, looking indifferently at the various forces that appeared on the square. His aura is like a rainbow, and his murderous aura is like a sword.

Ye Han's gaze swept across Shaolin Wudang, Five Sacred Sword Sect, and the tyrants from the underground world in the north and south. There are more than 300 people in total. Among them, the strength of Shaolin Wudang and Five Sacred Sword Sect has not been damaged at all. With such a lineup, for Ye Han, the odds of winning were slim, if he hadn't wiped out the power of the other five sects, Siberian Tiger, Beiming Longbow, and Northwest Wolf before that.

In today's situation, the level of danger will rise by two levels.

"Amitabha, Lord Ye, hand over the holy beast. This is your only chance today." An old monk from Shaolin Temple held a Zen stick in his hand and recited scriptures. This person was not met by Ye Han in the ghost market. Master Shikong, his strength is even stronger than Master Shikong, and he is a very powerful Buddhist monk.

Looking at the various forces that came here, Ye Han's indifferent gaze swept over them one by one, and the eight ancient martial arts sects gathered together again. Wing Chun, who first came to Central China, had iron legs, eight Ji, Xingyi, after the Qingcheng Sword Sect was wiped out, they sent people to East China again. Although the lineup this time was not as strong as last time, the five sects combined, there were more than two hundred people, plus Shaolin Wudang, Five Sacred Sword Sect, and these eight sects have more than three hundred masters in total.

Among them, Chu Xuanji's Heroes' Association, Siberian Tiger and others were not included.

As for Ye Han's side, there were only more than a hundred people, no matter the number of people or the number of top masters, they couldn't compare with them.

Looking at this lineup, Ye Han felt a sense of powerlessness. He racked his brains to plan to destroy the power of Wing Chun and other five sects that came to Central China, but in the end these five sects made a comeback again. This is the background, The powerful background of the ancient martial arts sect, if they are destroyed once, they can continue for the second time.

But Ye Han didn't have this background, if he killed his people, then he would really be powerless.

The lineup of more than 300 people, all of them are masters, filled the world with a terrifying aura, this is a non-human terrifying force.

"No wonder you dare to be so rampant. It turns out that besides the Gu clan and the corpse clan behind you, there are old masters of the Chen family in Taiyuan, such as Nanquan Huang Wanjin, who will help you." At this moment, the deputy head of the Wuyue Sword Sect glanced coldly Passing behind Ye Han, a soaring sword energy burst out from his body, and the eyes of several other powerful masters also fell on Chen Taigong and Huang Wanjin. These two are masters, not weaker than them.

Hearing this, Grandpa Chen bowed his hands towards the Wuyue Sword Sect, and said, "Everyone, you are well-known and upright sects, you are in charge of the righteous way, and you are admired by others. You came from afar and were originally guests, but joining hands to bully a young man, you are so shameless." Isn't it a bit too thick and shameless?"

"Master Chen, don't you know the virtues of the ancient martial arts school? A group of hypocrites who deceive the world. In the eyes of ordinary people, they are the embodiment of justice, but in the eyes of me, Huang Wanjin, they don't deserve it at all. The identity of the martial artist." Huang Wanjin looked at the people of the ancient martial arts sect indifferently, with strong hatred faintly in his eyes. Especially when looking at the group of bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple, the hatred in his eyes became even stronger.

"Amitabha, Donor Huang, your words are too fierce. We are not here to kill people. As long as Donor Ye surrenders the holy beast, I, Shaolin, will protect him well." The eminent monk in Shaolin Temple said calmly, chanting at the same time. Ye Han couldn't help but sneer because of the incomprehensible scriptures. Ye Han couldn't help but sneer. He had already seen the deceitful people of the ancient martial arts sect. Even if their words were nice, they were just covering up Their hypocritical hearts.

"Master Huiji, why are you talking so much nonsense with him? Kill him, and then discuss the holy beast." At this moment, an extremely indifferent voice spit out coldly from the mouth of Beiming Longbow.

"Ye Han, where else can you escape today? Hand over the holy beast, and I'll keep your whole body." The Siberian tiger looked at Ye Han with cold eyes, and he opened his mouth like a piercing glacier, with horrifying emotions The power was released, and the Siberian tiger had already led people to walk towards Ye Han. He was bullied by Ye Han once in Xijiang, and now he wanted to get the holy beast, and he wanted to ruthlessly ravage Ye Han to vent his hatred.

"Ye Han, hand over the holy beast..."

In an instant, all the major sects in the ancient martial arts world, Chu Xuanji, Beiming Longbow, Northwest Wolf and others strolled out one after another. The terrible pressure enveloped them as they walked, making the atmosphere in this world even more terrifying stand up.

"Villa Master, what should we do next?" Murong Hetu's subordinate said in a deep voice as he saw all the forces pressing towards Ye Han. JrNovels.com