"Brother Sanqian, will it be the same as that Buddha statue? We can..." Ziqing asked tentatively.

Han Sanqian shook his head: "No, absolutely not, this hurricane is real."

The shadow of the Buddha image is due to the reference of Yin soldiers, but Han Sanqian has checked the surroundings for the shape of the hurricane, and there is nothing unusual.

"However, how can there be a hurricane in this jungle? Besides, it's still such a big hurricane." Su Yingxia wondered.

"Resentment!" Han Sanqian said in a trembling voice: "In the ancient cemetery, who knows what big people died, they only need a little remembrance to destroy the world."

As soon as the words fell, Han Sanqian took a light step forward and blocked the two women behind him: "I'll try."

"What?"

Hearing Han Sanqian's words, Su Yingxia was obviously taken aback, and subconsciously grabbed Han Sanqian directly: "What are you trying? Have you forgotten what your body looks like now?"

Ziqing also said anxiously: "Yes, Brother Sanqian, you don't have any cultivation right now, so you go forward to block it, and when the wind blows, we...we can't even find anyone."

Han Sanqian smiled lightly and shook his head: "Why, when did I become the reckless man in your eyes?"

After saying that, he shook his head at Su Yingxia, and gently let go of the hand she was holding on to him: "Don't worry, I'm at the bottom of my life now, but I'm not so overwhelmed that I ran to commit suicide."

After saying that, Han Sanqian turned around a few steps, and walked slowly in front of Hurricane.

Although he wasn't too close, the strong wind still blew Han Sanqian a little unsteadily.

The facial features were even twisted to the extreme under the force of the wind.

However, at this moment, Han Sanqian didn't show the slightest fear, he just stared at the man-eating hurricane, and smiled slightly.

The hurricane was stronger, as if responding to Han Sanqian's provocation, and approaching Han Sanqian step by step.

Seeing that the hurricane was about to swallow Han Sanqian, at this time Han Sanqian suddenly raised his hand and laughed slowly...

What is this doing?

Su Yingxia and Ziqing looked at each other in confusion...

"Three thousand in the next Han."

Han Sanqian suddenly shouted loudly.

This sound, compared to the sound of a hurricane, is like the sound of mosquitoes. But in the eyes of ordinary people, shouting at Hurricane and reporting his name seems like a lunatic without a doubt.

However, it was this lunatic's move that seemed to have a miraculous effect.

The hurricane actually stopped within half a centimeter of Han Sanqian's feet at this very moment.

"Boldly entering this place, I know it's an offense, and it's even more disturbing to the peace of the seniors."

"The junior is here, and I apologize to the senior."

"However, since the junior has come here, he has made up his mind and will not back down easily. I hope the senior will understand."

After the words fell, Han Sanqian's hand moved slightly, a salute.

There is no echo, or, if the roar of the hurricane is an echo, there is a drum echo.

"Brother Sanqian is not stupid, is he? Why is he able to talk to Hurricane, can Feng listen to his words?" Ziqing asked strangely. JrNovels.com